A/N: And here's where our story begins...

We're Getting Close Now, Don't Turn Away

It was the perfect scene, in Harvey's opinion. He didn't think anything in the world could make him happier than he was at that moment. He was so elated he'd wondered briefly if he'd died and somehow gotten up to heaven without realizing it. Even if he had, he didn't care. He felt so damn good. His brother, sister-in-law, and darling niece who completely adored were sitting around the table, his brother on the end beside him, and the girls across from him. They had given in so easily to the celebratory mood. Even Jessica, who sat at the table's other end, with Donna at her side, looked easy, relaxed, and perfectly delighted with their evening. He couldn't help the feeling of awe though, at one particular person who sat beside him, who somehow had managed to complete his family. Mike's enthusiasm was contagious for everyone, and maybe that's why Harvey had fallen so effortlessly for him. It was just so easy to love Mike, even when Harvey could be so difficult to love back. But Mike didn't seem to notice – or if he did, he didn't mind it at all – because there he sat, brilliant, breath taking smile gracing his features, and hand squeezing Harvey's knee under the table. Harvey felt high. It was like flying, really, what he felt. This kind of joy just shouldn't exist, it didn't seem possible. Even his imagination couldn't have created a dream this beautiful. So maybe it was real...

Everyone was talking and laughing, and Mike didn't let go of Harvey for a second. He was leaning slightly towards him, something that he did quite often really, and Harvey was rejoicing in the closeness. Suddenly, everyone was raising their champagne glasses, and Harvey had no idea why. He followed suit, but dropped his free hand onto Mike's in question. His fiancé chuckles beside him.

"To three more days," he whispered, breath tickling his ear. Harvey could practically feel Mike's smirk when he shivered at the contact.

"Why'd we set the date so far? We could have been married already." Harvey turned his head so that their lips were a hairline apart, words dancing across the other's skin.

Mike shrugged, but the smirk never left his features. "Some people take a little time to stop being in denial, Harvey, it's nothing to be ashamed of." Then he gave a quick nip to his lover's lower lip before he could escape him. Despite everything, Harvey still had issues with PDA in front of his family. Not that he hadn't pulled Mike into burning kisses in the middle of the office, courthouse (not while the judge was present mind you), and practically everywhere else they'd been.

Harvey scoffed in response, but his resolution changed almost immediately when he realized how much loss he felt when Mike pulled himself back to face their guests again. "Goddamn I love you..." He hadn't expected Mike to hear him, it had barely been a whisper, but he had. Suddenly, the most expressive, twinkling blue eyes held him captive. He knew he was hopeless. Lost to the world forever.

Mike was leaning in again, and Harvey didn't even care. He was too busy trying to not drown in the ocean blue irises that he didn't have time to consider that his family was watching. Their family. But their lips never met. There was a knock on the door that had everyone turning around. Mike shot an inquiring glance towards his soon to be husband, but got up to answer the door.

They couldn't see Mike from where he was, but Harvey could he the voice of their newest guest, and it set a cold feeling through his veins. Angrily, he pushed himself away from the table, not bothering to excuse himself, and made his way toward the foyer where the two men were talking.

"You shouldn't have come here." Mike was saying, although he accepted the hug he was pulled into.

"Yeah, well, I just couldn't wait until the wedding to see you. It's been too long, Mikey." Trevor looked too happy to hold Mike, and it made the hairs on the back of Harvey's neck stand up. "You can't marry him, Mike."

Harvey stopped where he was, unable to move forward, to make himself known. As much as he wanted to go and put a fist through this guy's head, the masochist in him wanted to know what Mike would say. It was three days before their wedding, not the time to have doubts.

"Trevor, I invited you because you were my best friend for years. Not because I wanted to rub it in your face or anything."

"I know, Mikey, I know. But I think you had another reason, even if you don't realize it."

"What are you-"

"Mike. I still love you. Please, don't marry him."

Harvey was too shocked to be angry. Sure, he'd always assumed that Trevor had had feelings for Mike, but he'd figured those feelings had stopped being reciprocated too long ago to matter. And maybe they weren't, but whatever feelings Mike had had for him had just come into question. This was where he should have jumped out to save his partner. This was where he shouldn't have slipped back behind the wall to watch the two men walk into the kitchen.

"Trev, you know I love him. I love him more than anything and there's nothing that could stop me from marrying him."

Harvey's heart swelled at the words, and he decided that from here out, Trevor would be his problem, not Mike's. Especially when Trevor was reaching a hand out to touch what wasn't his.

"I'd keep my hands to myself if I were you." Harvey growled, stepped protectively behind Mike, a hand closing around his waist.

"This is a private conversation." Although he seemed to be trying to keep his expression calm, his voice sounded choked as if he were trying not to yell.

This was escalating a little too quickly...

"Trevor, I'm sorry, but we have guests over and you can't be here right now. I understand if you don't want to come to the wedding, but I'd really like you to." Mike's smile was weak, timid even as he looked up at a man he'd once been so sure of.

"You don't know what you're saying, Mike," Trevor stepped forward, reaching to pull Mike away from Harvey. By now, Donna and Marcus had appeared, and neither looked pleased.

Harvey was quick to slip Mike behind him, puffing himself up and standing tall, and although it was clear that this man had years of experience in the ring, Trevor didn't look the slightest bit intimidated. Instead, he stepped up closer to Harvey, until their noses were almost touching. "You don't speak for him." He spat, mind focused on how the man didn't flinch.

"I don't remember speaking at all." Harvey replied smoothly. In the background, he vaguely heard Donna calling for Jessica, but the blood was pounding too heavily in his ears for him to be sure. Not that he cared.

"Guys, please-"

Harvey stepped again, back in front of Mike, silencing his protests. Mike huffed behind him, used to standing behind the powerful lawyer, but feeling frustrated all the same. They were supposed to be partners. They were supposed to handle things together.

"Well, keep it up then, maybe you'll win a gold star." Trevor stepped closer again, hands balling into fists at his sides. "Get out of my way." He snarled, low and menacing.

But it was in Harvey's job description to not be intimidated, and it was in his years of boxing training that he learned exactly how not to be. But it was his pride and anger that blinded him the moment Trevor lifted up his hand to land a punch to his jaw.

Of course, he dodged it easily, but was badly informed by his senses of the scene evolving behind him. Hands were lunging forward to grab him before he could swing, but he did, and when someone stepped in front of him, just as Trevor pull his own fist back, neither noticed. They both collided with the sickening crunch of bone, but each missed their target horribly. Mike was thrown back effortlessly by the combined force until his head his the island and he dropped to the ground.

"Oh, shit!" Harvey dropped to his knees beside him, making to pull him into his lap.

"Don't move him!" Donna scolded fervently, panicked. She knelt down on his other side while Marcus made quick work of pushing Trevor – who was very much in shock at what they had done – away from the man on the floor.

"Mike, Mike!"

"Harvey, he's unconscious."

"Mike!"

"Harvey, don't touch him!" Donna didn't have time to comfort her terror-struck friend. She was worried that he'd only inflict further damage to the very pale, very... bloody... "Call 911."

"Mikey, I'm so sorry. Mike-"

"Someone call 911!" But Alicia was already talking quickly into the phone whilst bouncing a screaming child on her hip. Of course Abby had seen...

Jessica had pulled Harvey into one of the island stools and was holding onto him, trying to keep whatever sanity he had left intact by the time the paramedics finally arrived. They removed Donna from her position on the floor where she had a cloth pressed to her victim's head where it had hit the cold marble. Then Mike was being lifted onto a gurney, a mask strapped to his face, and Harvey was surrounded by people trying to hold him back from where Mike was being wheeled out of the condo. They'd told him to follow behind.

Harvey couldn't tell you how long it took to get to the hospital, how he'd gotten to the hospital, how long he'd been in the hospital, or who he was there with. But he could tell you how time stood still, his heart beat painfully fast, and his whole world crumbled beneath him while they waited for the doctor that seemed to never come.

In reality, it was four hours before they were finally met with a doctor and her clipboard. "Family of Michael Ross?"

He was up in an instant, hardly registering that he somehow managed to pull up a tearstained redhead with him. "Here. Here, I'm his fiancé."

"Harvey Specter?"

"Yes."

"You're listed as his medical proxy." She told him, looking down at her papers. Then she extended a hand. "I'm Doctor Adams; I'll be handling your fiancé's case."

He shook her hand, body moving on its own as his brain still barely managed to function.

"Michael has some trauma on at the back of his head – as you can see here," she turned herself so that Harvey and Donna could see the x-rays attached to her clipboard. "And so obviously he's suffering for a fairly serious concussion." She turned the page, and showed then the white line that illustrated a crack in his skull. "He's still unresponsive, but he's breathing on his own and his heart rate has returned to normal."

"Where is he?"

She silenced Harvey with a look before continuing. "Before I can let you see him, I need to go over the details of his condition with you, Mr Specter." She told him lightly, but authoritatively. "Because of the severity of his injury, we have to be prepared for dangerous changes in his condition." She watched him carefully as she continued. "We have high hopes, but since we haven't been able to get through to him at all, we have to be wary of the fact that he could – or already has – slipped into a coma. We'll be able to give you more information about this in the morning."

Harvey's entire existence seemed to freeze then. He felt cold. Really cold. And sick. And he just wanted Mike. He was sure that he'd wake up any minute at home, with Mike curled around him in bed, and everything would be normal. There would be two days left until the wedding, and he'd realize he'd drank too much and had a horrible, horrible nightmare. But the doctor kept talking, and his heart kept breaking, and he was suddenly feeling really, really sick.

Hands were on him as he retched over the toilet in the hospital bathroom. A nurse had come to assist him, explaining the symptoms of shock and how to deal with them to Marcus, who hovered over him with ever rising concern. Donna stood behind them, trying pitifully to pull herself together.

Harvey was flying again, but this time, he was also crashing.

A/N: Hope you're enjoying this! PS, I'm no doctor. So please ignore the errors of my ways – or yeah, tell me the real way sure, I'd like to hear how it works!