Something About Him

"The doctor said to take it easy." Trevor scolded, pushing at Mike's shoulders when he climbed on top of him.

"Since when are you he responsible one?" He grunted in response but sat back on the couch nevertheless, and slumped sideways to lean onto his boyfriend.

"Since you got the shit kicked out of you and almost went into a coma." The dark words sounded lighthearted and were followed up with a kiss on the other's temple. He grumbled but accepted he touch warmly. "I've got to get to work. No weed."

"Trevor!"

"It's not helping the healing process."

"It makes it hurt less."

Trevor raised an eyebrow, already sliding into his coat. "You said it doesn't hurt anymore."

"I'm talking about the pain of constant rejection." He smirked tugging the other man's cuffs, trying to drag him back to the couch.

"Trust me, Mike, I don't like this either. But I promise as soon as you can see straight I'll throw you into bed." He grinned wickedly and planted a gloating kiss onto pouting lips. "I'll see you in a bit. Call if you need, ok?"

"Call with what? I don't have a phone anymore." Mike sprawled himself dramatically backwards across the couch, begging the ceiling for some sort of entertainment; he'd been locked up at Trevor's place – well, he supposed it was their place now – for two weeks already.

"I got you a new one." Trevor's eyes sparkled as he tossed the phone over, trying not to laugh as it leapt from his hands before he could wrap his fingers around it. "You're welcome!" He called over his shoulder, leaving the apartment before he could be convinced into anything of consequence.

Mike had had a hell of a time with his recovery. So far, he didn't remember a thing. On top of that, Trevor had been less than helpful with filling him in. He suspected that there was something Trevor didn't want him to remember, but of course he couldn't place what. It was probably something to do with the lawyer. He remembered asking Trevor why the lawyer had been there and being met with heavy hostility. From what he'd pieced together, he'd been close with the man and it had come between Trevor and he, but surely if they were still together it wasn't so bad? Unless they hadn't been together... He had no way of knowing the truth. He just had to trust Trevor. And he did... he loved him...

A knock at the door drew him from his reverie and he found himself suddenly staring into the dazzling eyes of a fiery redhead who looked both ecstatic and ready to rip someone's head off.

"Mike!" She exclaimed, pushing herself towards him but stopping short of a hug. "Sorry, I know you don't remember me. I just..."

He was getting used to this though. He'd run into a few people already that he'd had to pretend around as to not hurt their feelings – even if they knew already that he didn't remember them. "I do, you were at the hospital." He offered, opening him arms to accept her hug. It wasn't hard to relax into the embrace that should have been outside his comfort zone. He could tell he was going to like this woman.

"Donna," she reminded him, looking him over quickly. "How are you feeling?"

"Better actually. Less pain, less dizziness, but I'm still tired a lot and my appetite is missing." He couldn't help smiling despite the situation. This woman's energy was contagious.

"Great, we'd better get going then."

"Going where?"

She was already tugging him out the door before she could respond. "Your little boyfriend has been hiding you away. I thought you might want to talk to Harvey. You know, ask your questions, see something familiar."

"Trevor hasn't been hiding me from anything." He pulled back, refusing to walk further. He knew Trevor would hate him to seeing the man who had apparently put a strain on their relationship, but the thought of having some questions answered was just all too tempting.

Donna's glare burned right through him, and although it wasn't really directed toward him, he still felt himself recoiling internally. "We've been trying to get a hold of you for weeks." She told him through clenched teeth. "Every time we try, he throws a temper tantrum. It's ridiculous. Honestly, I thought about calling the police, but stress isn't going to help you remember."

"He... what?"

"Do you want to see Harvey, or not? Boyfriend's at work, Mike. But we only have so much time."

Steeling himself, he nodded once.

SUITS

"Mike." His eyes were wide, questioning, and confused. There was a light in them though that Mike couldn't seem to draw his stare away from. The hope he saw there stirred something inside of him.

"Harvey," he nodded cautiously in greeting, before being gestured forward by the man behind the desk. "I was kidnapped and brought to your office. Apparently I have questions to ask you." It was meant as a joke, but he didn't miss the way his voice was shallow with emotion.

Harvey nodded and swallowed nervously before waving him silently to the couch.

"We could just talk here," Mike said, a little too quickly as he sat into the chair at the other side of Harvey's desk. He felt something inside of him sink when the light dimmed in the other's eyes, but it was still in there somewhere. As much as he wanted nothing more than to bring it back to the surface, he knew he had to be careful around this man. If he really were the reason Trevor and he – supposedly – had been going through a rough time, he was going to have to keep his distance.

Harvey nodded slowly, reclaiming his seat before leaning onto the desk with his hands clenched firmly together, white knuckled. "What questions did you have, Mike?" There was something in his voice that Mike couldn't decipher, but he decided that was something he could think about later – or not.

He cleared his throat. "Maybe we could start with... how we met?"

Was it amusement that flickered across Harvey's face? It must have been, if not for what came next. "You were going to deal drugs for Trevor – like you said – and ended up running from the cops into an interview to become my associate. I hired you." There was a smile tugging at his lips, a playful one if Mike was not mistaken. It was all Harvey could do to not slip back behind the mask. Of course it was his first reaction, when he knew he was about to get hurt, why wouldn't he hide behind his defences? But Mike might never get his memory back, and if he didn't, Harvey was determined to make him fall for him all over again. And that meant showing him what there was to love.

"Wait... cops?"

"Yeah, the guys that were buying from you were cops." He was suppressing a chuckle now, but was nervous at the same time. He wanted Mike to hate Trevor more than anything, to be angry that he almost got sent to jail for him – again – and to run back into Harvey's waiting arms. But he was also worried about what that would do to the kid.

His response took Harvey by surprise. Mike laughed out loud, rich and full. This was not the Mike Harvey had known all those years ago... Who was he? "I told Trevor... That idiot." He shook his head with a grin, as if it was all some big joke. Then again, maybe it was. Harvey pursed his lips, unsure of how to continue. "Wait, you said you hired me? I don't have a law degree." His eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

"You're that good." Harvey winked, sitting back in his chair and folding his hands across his chest – something that had Mike staring like a fool.

Wait, what was he doing? He snapped himself out of it quickly. Trevor was right. This man had probably caused a whole lot of shit. Did he have this effect on everybody? He cleared his throat again, aiming to hide his discomfort and failing miserably. "Right, maybe I should just... We'll talk again soon? Sorry, I just... I don't know."

Harvey was standing quickly, buttoning his suit jacket. "No, of course. It's a lot to take in. It's only one thing but I get it. Let me get you a cab?"

Mike swallowed. He needed to put as much space as he could between himself and this man. Who was his boss... right? "Do I still work for you?" He blurted, not having moved from his spot beside the desk, even when Harvey was already holding the door handle.

"I'd love to have you back. Whenever you're ready." His smile was grim, and it had Mike's stomach clenching uncomfortably.

He walked towards the door, now held open for him, and his eye caught the glimmer of a gold ring on the lawyer's ring finger. Harvey was married? If he and Mike had had a thing, it must have been quite the scandal. Not only was he his boss, but he was married!

They were silent all the way down from the fiftieth floor. Harvey had placed a hand on the small of Mike's back to guide him into the elevator, but quickly pulled away, seeming to hate himself for the small touch. By the time they were standing on the street, they were both vibrating with nervous energy.

"Here, let me give you my number," Harvey put out his hand for Mike's new phone. "I assume you don't have it. You can call me or come see me any time if you want to talk or anything." It wasn't lost on Mike that Harvey was chewing on his lip in a way that – no. Scratch that thought. But seriously, did the man always do that? Because if he did, Mike wasn't sure he could be around him any time soon. "You only have Trevor and Jenny's numbers in here?"

Mike shrugged in response.

"Not even the pizza guy?" He grinned mischievously, as if remembering some inside joke.

"Hey, I don't need any numbers in there. Especially the pizza guy. That number's just too important to forget."

Harvey tensed on the spot, body freezing unnaturally, even as a cab pulled up beside them. "I'll talk to you soon, Mike." And with that, he turned to leave.

But Mike wasn't having it. "Harvey?" Why did he want this man's attention so bad? Did he even have anything to say? No. He just wanted to grab an extra few seconds with the person he wasn't supposed to want any time with at all. "Thank you." He said in a voice that was too confident to match how he was feeling. But apparently he'd done something right, because Harvey walked back to him, standing much too close, and leaned very close... Slowly he opened the door of the cab and watched quietly as Mike got in, never breaking eye contact.

"Soon." He said quietly, but in a voice that was full of authority that did strange things to Mike's insides.

"Was it always like this?" What?! Did he actually just say that?! Silently he cursed himself. Harvey was staring at him though, so he had to either say something, or take it back and close the door. "The first time we met, was it..." Why hadn't he just shut the damn door?

Harvey was looking down at him quizzically, searching the alarmed gaze of the man in the cab. "Was it what?" His voice was barely a whisper, but Mike heard the words as if they were being yelled into his ears.

"Never mind. I'll call you." He muttered, pulling the door shut. But the conversation continued painfully in his mind. What Harvey would have said in response. Or was this a real conversation they'd already had? He groaned, planting his fists firmly over his temples and trying uselessly to drown out the voices in his head.

A/N: I know this is a little dry... I'm having some creative block... Again. So yeah, also sorry for the long wait! I haven't been updating my stories as regularly as usual. But I promise this story will one day be complete! I will not leave you hanging! Hope you're enjoying it so far!