Hi everyone! It's been a long time since I updated this story, but *shock* I FINISHED IT.. yep.. you read it, but don't worry this isn't the last one. I wrote the 4 last chapters these past 3 days, so there will be 9 chapters in total for this fic. Starting with this extra long one (others around 3000 words). From now on this fic will be updated every week, Yay! Or sooner :) Anyway.. I really hope you like it and let me know what you think? x

Chapter 6: Family & Friends

Who are you? The words hitting her like a punch to the chest she gasps for air. Her mouth left agape as the million things she had wanted to say to him never leave her lips. Her eyes still directed towards him, she can't stop staring at her husband.

"Who are you?" he repeats softly, his head crooked as he takes in the redheaded woman sitting on the edge of his bed. "Do I know you?"

Her eyelids close, a tear runs down her cheek as her bottom lips trembles. Swallowing, more and more tears follow until the sound of soft sobs fill his ears, making him take a big breath. His jaw clenching as he takes in how the woman covers her face with her delicate hands and even though he has no clue as to who she is, he already hates seeing her cry.

"Hey," his hand brushing over her arm as he leans forward. "Don't cry.." he whispers, his fingers running down her arm until he hooks them around her elbow. "Please," he adds as he waits for her to look up at him again. "Tell me, what's your name?"

She's fighting the tears, her gaze still somewhat directed at him. Her vision is blur, her thoughts not any clearer and she even wonders if this is joke. If he's actually serious. She lets out a sigh, closing her eyes. Softly counting to ten, wondering if this is really happening. She doesn't have to wait for someone to pinch her, just opening her eyes is enough. She meets those dark brown puppy eyes again, he's looking at her like he used to do and her lips curl up slightly until she hears those words again. "What's your name?"

"Donna," she looks down.

He smiles at her mumbling her name, his hand removing a tear from her cheek before he reaches for her right hand. "Harvey Specter," he adds shaking her hand, "nice to meet you."

Her lips are pressed in a thin line, her jaw clenching as she fights the tears. "I'm sorry," her voice breaks as her hand slips from his grip. "I'm.. I .. I need to get some air," the words barely leaving her lips as she lifts herself from the bed. It's then that he sees it, his eyes are drawn to it. Her baby bump, he gulps as the realization that the woman he just met is pregnant too.

"Donna," he mumbles to himself but his mind draws blank.

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Her head falls back against the door the second it's closed behind her, tears now streaming down her face as her knees give in. Her back sliding down the wooden door until she lands on the ground.

"Donna," Marcus calls as he rushes over to his sister in law. Kneeling down next to her he wraps his arm around the red head shoulders, bringing her head to rest against his chest as he just holds her for a couple of minutes while the rest of the guests patiently wait for Donna to tell them what has just happened.

When the breathing of the redhead has calmed down a bit, the younger man lifts his sister in law's chin. "Donna," he mumbles, "what happened?" he asks as he searches for an answer on her face. She shakes her head, her eyes glassy. "He doesn't know who I am," she answers her head hanging low.

Marcus's eyes pop open. "He.. he doesn't remember you?" he mumbles, thinking back to over a decade ago when his older brother couldn't stop talking about his new secretary. "He.." unable to formulate the rest of his sentence he looks at his brother's boss. "I'll go find the doctor," she tells them walking down the hallway.

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"Is there anything we can do?" the managing partner speaks as she walks besides dr. Lursh back to the group of friends. "We need to run some more tests," he looks through the charts, "see what's going on as he did remember his own name and how he works as a lawyer," he reads the piece of paper in front of him.

Harvey lets his head rest against the pillow, the image of the redhead he had just met still coming to mind and he could hear the people on the hallway chatting about something, but he couldn't make up what it was about. Probably about him.

The door slowly opens and he crooks his head. A small smile on his lips as he expects to see the redhead again, but instead he sees someone he knows all too well. "Jessica," he calls out loud his mouth dropping and he sees the surprising look on the woman's face.

"Harvey?" she asks carefully, feeling awful as she looks at the red head on the seat behind her again. The man in the bed nods as he watches Jessica and the doctor enter her room. Dr. Lursh is about to ask some questions when the lawyer beats him too him. "I know you paid for my law school and all," Harvey starts talking to Jessica, "but isn't it too busy at Gordon Schmidt Van Dyke for you to visit me here?"

The managing partner mouth drops, "I'm sorry?"

"Gordon Schmidt Van Dyke," he repeats with a laugh, "I know I left for the D.A.'s office eight months ago, but you do still work there?" He looks at her, waiting for her answer, but when the woman remains speechless his own smile slowly fades away. "Don't you?"

Dr. Lursh looks up from his notes to the still perplexed woman next to him. "Ms. Pearson?" he turns towards her, he's not the one to know if the facts his patient is telling him are true.

"That was fifteen years ago," she looks down.

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It's been forty eight hours since Harvey Specter woke up from his coma. Forty eight hours since the already unpleasant situation Donna found herself in got turned upside down once more. What are you supposed to do? How are you supposed to react when you husband wakes up from a coma only to find out he doesn't know who you are? If you have to be brutally honest, what would you rather have?

She pushes away the negative thoughts. "He's awake," she mumbles to herself as she waits in the car for Marcus. Forty eight hours of uncertainty, forty eight extra hours of waiting. Forty eight hours of coming up with a plan. What will they do if this is a permanent thing? If he still doesn't recognize her.

Forty eight hours.

That's the time Dr. Lursh told them to wait. For more tests to be run. For the final diagnosis to be made. For the patient to be cleared, for them to prepare for whatever was coming.

"You ready?" Marcus crooks his head as he holds the door of the black Lexus open for her. She swallows taking the hand of her brother in law as she gets out of the car. "As ready as I'll ever be," she whispers walking next to him to the entrance of the hospital.

They're taken aside by one of the nurses. Brought to the office they can only assume belongs to Dr. Lursh, as they patiently wait for the news that's going that bring everything back to normal, or change everything once more.

"Mr. Specter, Mrs. Specter," the brown haired man nods as he closes his office door behind him, "thank you for meeting me here." Donna nods, not being able to speak before she hears what she needs to hear. Marcus remaining quiet too, he's never been the one to know which questions to ask. That was Harvey.

"We spend the past days doing several tests with Mr. Specter," Dr. Lursh starts, "most of them being passed with flying colours, expect for the fact there still seems to be memory loss. The last thing Mr. Specter remembers is working on Johan Farmers case for bank – "

"Johan Farmer?" she repeats, her bottom lip trembling as she sees the doctor nod. The three of them know what it means and it isn't good. "That's the case he'd just won before we met," she whispers, letting her head hang down.

"As I was saying, he's still experiencing severe memory loss. That doesn't mean it won't come back, but I do not want you to get your hopes up."

"What can we do?" Marcus asks, just to be sure. "He's cleared to go home, but it's best to be in an environment he remembers. Visiting places he's worked in that period and after might help. Spending time with people he does remember is best for now," Dr. Lursh presses his lips together in a thin line, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Specter."

She pushes her chair back, letting out a heavy breath as she lifts herself out of her chair. Her eyes meeting Marcus's and he nods, reassuring her once more to do what they agreed upon only a day ago. "Take care of him," she whispers turning around in the door opening once more.

"I will."

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Marcus lets out one last breath before his hand falls around the doorknob, swinging the door open as he manages to produce a somewhat genuine smile. "Harveey," Marcus greets his older brother, his eyebrows raised as he sees him sitting on the edge of the bed. Fully dressed, his feet dangling in the air. He hasn't seen his brother do that since… Well, since ever.

Harvey's head pops up at the sound of his brothers face. "Looooser," he jumps of the bed, pulling his brother in a hug. "Okay, calm down with the hugs, Dickhead," Marcus shakes his head patting Harvey on his back, "or I might as well leave you here."

"Where are we going?" he asks walking side by side his brother. "Home," the younger Specter man swallows, "my home," he adds pointing at the Black Lexus that was still waiting for them. Harvey looks back and forth between the car, his mouth dropping as he appreciates what he's seeing. "You drive a Lexus?" he's shaking his head as Marcus opens the door for him to the seat where Donna had been sitting earlier. Marcus looks to the left as he nods to Donna who's standing in the distance.

"Wait a second," Marcus mumbles closing the door and Harvey turns around to face his brother again. There's even a driver in this car, he's got no clue as to how this is possible, but then he sees his bother walk towards the redhead he'd seen earlier.

He sees them embrace, exchange a view words before she hands his brother a clothing bag. "We're married," he remembers her telling him and he lets his head rest against the car window. Not sure what he's supposed to do, but before he can get out of the car, Marcus sits down next to him. Placing the duffle bag in between them.

"It's your car," Marcus mumbles nodding to Ray in the rear view mirror, indicating he could drive off. "Mine?" he looks around the car again, nodding his head in appreciation. "Okay, I could get used to this," he smirks, his tone happy but he notices the tension in the car. "What's happening to her?" he looks at his brother then, "Donna?"

Marcus blinks twice, he had not expected Harvey to ask this. To even remember her name, he knows he's seen her when he woke up. But after everything that's happened, he didn't think this would happen. "You remember her?" Marcus inquires carefully.

"Of course I do," he smiles, "I mean it's not every day you wake up with a gorgeous red head on your bedside, who kisses you and tells you you're married," he recalls the moment. "Harvey?"

"It's hard to forget meeting someone in that way, Marcus," he counters, but it clearly wasn't the reaction his younger brother was hoping for. "It's true," Marcus throws him a smile, "the two of you are married, little baby girl on the way."

"Donna and I decided it was best for you to spend some time with me first," the younger man continues, "because... because you do remember me. Just till you're used of not lying in bed all day."

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He stares at the red brick house. The steps leading to the front door. The wooden frame work whiter than he remembered it to be. This was the house they grew up in. The house of their parents, the one he waited outside in front of when he witnessed his mother taking of. The one he left his younger brother and father behind when he went back to the city. His father, he swallows thinking about how Marcus said they we're going to his house. He can only assume that Marcus lives here now. A thought that's confirmed once he steps inside, seeing children's toys both left and right. The sound of laughter coming from the living room, that's clearly not them.

He walks into the room. Seeing the brunette he remembers his brother dated in high school holding a little girl in her arms. She can't be older than four. "Katie," he smiles, resulting in two kisses on his cheek from what he assumes to be his sister in law now. "Emily," Katie whispers holding the little girls hand as she extends it towards Harvey, causing the little girl to repeatedly say his name.

Harvey smiles, his fingers falling around the little girls hand as he shakes it. "Hello, Emily," he answers, the words barely pronounced as his legs are being pressed together by the arms of the six year old Matt. "Uncle Harvey," the boy exclaims and Harvey swallows looking down as he caresses the kids head. "Hi.." he falls quiet as he realizes he doesn't remember the boy's name either.

"I… I'm sorry," he takes a step back, not sure where to look. "I.. I uhm.." he points his hand towards the hallway and Katie nods. "Sure, take your time." He looks over his shoulder again as he sighs, "thank you." His feet carry him back to the hallway, his eyes scanning the walls. Some things still exactly the way he remembers them to be, but most things completely different.

He still wonders about his father, what happened, but he can only assume the worst. "It's been fifteen years," he mumbles to himself, repeating the words he's heard Jessica say. He's not ready to ask about it. Not yet.

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He goes through the duffle bag, pulling out some t-shirts, pants and other cloths until his hands trace the surface of the photo album on the bottom of the bag. He swallows sitting down as he slowly lifts the item, letting it rest on his laps. Still closed.

He knows what this is. He's not stupid, it can only be one thing. They told him he's married to the red head. To Donna. He knows that, even if he can't remember a single thing about it. Monique, that's the last conquest he remembers, the blonde that used to work at the desk next to big Bertha. He's not even sure he ever pictured himself settling down, saying goodbye to the bachelor life, but the book on his lap tells him he did.

Opening the book, his eyes notice the title immediately. His fingers tracing the embossed letters as he reads 'Harvey and Donna'. Page after page he sees himself and her. The woman that had been by his bedside when he woke up. The beautiful red head, wearing a white wedding dress. Her hair up, and her eyes seem to sparkle. Only matching the smile she wears on every picture. It's the thing he considers to be the most beautiful about her.

He swallows turning another page as he sees himself watching her. He notices how he must have only been able to focus on her. He's holding her in his arms, and she's holding him. Her head thrown back a bit as she's looking at him. Biting his lip he feels his chest ache. His eyes tearing up with every page he turns, only being able to wonder how much there's still to learn about himself.

The sonogram that's stuck into the album the final drop as he closes the album again. Closing his eyes he fight the headache, the feelings of guilt. How can he not remember all of this?

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Marcus knocks on the door of his brother's room, but when there's once again no response he lets himself in. "Harvey?" he mumbles, the dinging tray in his hands as he walks to the older man sitting on the bed, his back leaning against the wall. The book in his hands, his head held down.

"I brought you something to eat, again," Marcus continues placing a new tray on the bed side table, as he wonders if his brother has even slept last night. He hasn't left his room since he went upstairs two days ago. "Thought you might be hungry," the younger man continues his head crooked as he studies his brothers posture at the lack of a response.

"Harvey?" Marcus reaches for the album, trying to put it aside and finally Harvey looks up at him. "I don't remember her," the tone in his voice sad and desperate. "How can I not remember her?"

"You .." Marcus swallows in the rest of his words, not wanting to make a promise he's not sure will come true. Even though it's all he wants for his brother and his sister in law. It's taken them long enough and for this to rip them apart now. Life's just not fair sometimes. "Maybe something else will help you remember more. If you could do something now, what would it be?"

"Work," Harvey raises his shoulders, "I'd go to work." His answer making Marcus laugh, "let me call Donna for you." "Why?" Harvey shakes his head, "you said I should try to remember something else but her, and I said work."

"Because Donna's been your secretary for almost fifteen years now," Marcus smiles pulling out his phone. "If there's anyone who can tell you more about your work. What you've done so far, it's her."

"Donna?" Harvey mumbles again, making Marcus nod. "Donna."

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He steps out of the house not long after the conversation with his brother, his gaze falling on the black Lexus once more. This time it's the driver from two days ago that opens the door for him and he produces a small smile as he sits himself down. He's still getting used to this.

He notices her right away, the red head. She's already in the car and he offers her a smile. He knows she's his wife, but he isn't sure on how to greet her. He sees her offer him a small smile and he knows it's her trying to cope with things. He's seen her smile in the album, her genuine smile and this wasn't that.

"So," he breaks the suffocating silence between them after a couple of minutes. He's shoulder raised as he hopes she'll just start talking about something. Anything. She turns to face him, "you wanted to know more about work?" she whispers and he nods, looking out of the window again as he registers the disappointment in her tone.

"Yeah.. I, uhm.. " he frowns looking through the front window this time, "aren't we heading in the wrong direction?" his looks at her, but she shakes her head. "But isn't the D.A.'s office-"

She swallows, leaning forward a bit. "Ray, could you take us to the District's Attorney's office first please?" she asks before she looks at Harvey again. "We don't work there anymore."

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She guides him through the building they once used to work. Once again proving the point as to why it comes in handy to keep in contact with Stephanie and big Bertha. She sees him looking around, a smile on his face. One she loved seeing so much, as she just follows him now.

"That's.." he pauses pointing at the door, ".. was my office," he comments and she smiles nodding. "Yes it was," she turns around walking to the currently empty desk outside of it. "And this was mine."

He lets his fingers run over the wooden desk as he looks at her, "so when did you start working for me? Cause you weren't here with that Farmer case," he lets himself lean against the desk, watching her lips curl up. "Right after you won that case."

"I won," he repeats suddenly realising he didn't even know that. "Makes sense." She lets out a laugh, shaking her head as she looks down, telling him she's glad some things haven't changed as he questions her reaction. "So... why did you start working for me?"

"I told you I wanted to work at your desk and you were so overwhelmed with my amazing-ness you couldn't say no," her words making him laugh this time. "Guess me made a pretty good team."

"We do," she nods.

Harvey gets on his feet again, walking around the office a bit more. Taking in the atmosphere. It feels so familiar, yet weird knowing this isn't where he's supposed to be. She watches him for a couple of seconds before she meets him again. "Anything else you want to know?"

"Everything," he raises his shoulders, before he buries his hands in his pockets. "Fifteen years are a lot of things to tell," she whispers, it's not that she doesn't want to tell him, but she also remembers dr. Lursh saying they should be careful with not too much new information. But if he's asking.

"Just the important things then," he looks at her, "like… did we meet here? And if this isn't where we work then where do we work. And –"

"Harvey," she stops him, her hand brushing against his arm, before she pulls back again. Not sure if she can do that; touch him. They'd gone so many years without and right now she wasn't sure on where they're standing. "Let's do this one step at a time okay?" and he nods, seeing by the way her eyes are watery she was getting emotional by all the questions he's asking. Every question from him a confirmation about how much he's forgotten about her.

"We met in a bar," she signals him to follow her.

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He looks around, his eyes scanning the high tables, the bar stools. The four letters reading 'crew' on the wall behind the bar as he turns to face her again. "I used to go here," he lets his elbow lean on the bar as he turns to face her. "I know," she smiles mirroring his positions, "it's the hangout of the D.A.'s office, we all went here."

"And this," she turns to face the bar again, signalling the place they're standing. "This is where we met. You were ordering a new drink and I called you out on not finishing the drink your colleagues bought you."

He lets out a laugh, "what kind of drink did they buy me then?"

"Anything but scotch," she tells him, turning around to point at the booth in the corner. "You bought me drink and we continued our conversation over there. Started working together a couple of days later."

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He turns around looking at the bar one more time before his gaze moves back to the D.A.'s office and finally back to her in the car. "So, I guess that was my lucky day then?" he mumbles and she stares at him for a few seconds. She'd left that out just now. He couldn't possibly know that she said that to him all those years ago, could he. "Well it's not like you got lucky that night though," she jokes thinking about the actual conversation they had back then, "at least not with me," she forces out a laugh.

He looks away, a bit taken aback by her response. "That's not.." he pauses swallowing, ".. I mean .. since we got married and that's when we met?" the words sounding so surreal, but it's really how he had meant it and he sees her smile lightly. "Why.." he starts again, "why did you say that just now?"

Donna shakes her head thinking back to how he used to be. "You were a womanizer back then and that's me putting it nicely," she chuckles, "you basically asked me to have sex that day." Swallowing he stares at her. He knows what he's like, back then, he corrects himself, but that doesn't make it any less weird to hear the woman you can't remember marrying telling you you tried to sleep with her the day you met her.

Both of them remain silent until the car pulls up next to the firm a couple of minutes later. "And this," she points to the building on his right, "this is where we work now." His eyes remaining directed on the building he gets out of the car. Following her inside, towards the elevator. He sees her press the button of the fiftieth floor, the floor he remembers Jessica's office to be.

"I guess it's safe to say this isn't Gordon Schmidt van Dyke anymore?" he asks her then and she shakes her head. "No, that wasn't even the name when you asked me to follow you here. And after that, we've gone through a lot of name changes," she pauses waiting for the elevator to arrive. She guides him outside. "But I guess you'll like this one," she turns him towards the back wall.

"Pearson Specter Litt," he reads out loud, "Specter as in .." "You," she gives him this proud smile and she sees his lips curl up. His hands clapping together, he looks pleased and somehow seeing him react to this warms her heart. She never got to see his initial reaction five years ago. "Name partner," he mumbles still trying to get used to the idea, "too bad Louis's name is next to mine."

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They spend another hour at the firm, walking by both Jessica's and Louis office. She would have brought him to meet Mike and Rachel, but she figures that to be a bit too much for today. She shows him his own office, a smile on her lips as she observe the way he lets his fingers trace the letters of his name on the glass wall. How he walks around in the office, taking the basketball's he never touched in his hands now. Studying the records of his collection, before she sees him lift a picture frame on his desk.

"Christmas party 2007," she whispers and he nods, putting the frame back. His eyes landing on her and then the cubicle behind her. "Is that yours?"

"Yep," she whispers as she watches him walk towards it. Her head crooks and she wonders why he'd walk over to her cubicle, that surely couldn't be as interesting as his own office. She follows him and she tries to hold her laugh when he asks her if he can enter her cubicle. He's never asked that, he always just did.

He pulls back the desk chair, letting himself fall down in it as he watches her lean against her own desk. He's got no clue as to why he wanted to sit down here, but something inside him told him he should. He studies her desk. Taking her calendar in his hands as he flips through it, he notices how August fifth is circled with a red marker, but he doesn't ask what it means. Placing the item back he turns around looking at the post it's on her computer screen.

"I wrote this," he comments tapping the yellow piece of paper with his handwriting that reads 'your lunch breaks with Rachel should be shorter, cause I miss you'. "You managed to hide your jealousy for a lot of years," she explains him, "but once we got together - "

"I didn't want to share?"

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The car pulls up in front of Marcus' house again and Harvey looks at the red head next to him. He's staying at his brother's place, he knows that, but he doesn't know what the appropriate way of saying goodbye to her is now. Both of them getting out of the car without a word, Marcus' question how his day was preventing either one from saying something first.

"Good," Harvey smiles, "Just a lot of information to process, but good. Thank you, Donna," he turns towards her, still not sure which gesture to use. Should he kiss her, on the cheek? Give her a hug, shake her hand, or nothing at all. She nods, remaining in place. Nothing at all it is then, he swallows walking towards the house.

Turning around in the door opening as he notices how his younger brother hadn't followed him. The way his brother hugs the redhead, the way she's wiping away a tear that runs over her cheek only confirming that 'nothing at all' wasn't the right option.

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After dinner later that day Harvey sits down next to his brother on the couch, the little girl crawling on his lap and he smiles as he looks at the Barbie doll with red hair in her hands. "You gave that doll to her," Marcus comments taking Emily in his arms, "because of Donna."

He presses his lips together and scribbles something down in a notebook that was lying by his side, an action that doesn't go unnoticed by Marcus. "Just writing down everything I've learned today," he explains staring at the page with a somewhat blank look.

"Harvey," his brother tells him, "it's not that you're not allowed to stay here, but Donna's been a mess. She needs you, your child needs you. Maybe…" he pauses as he waits for Harvey to look at him. "Maybe you should go home?"

Harvey swallows and nods, knowing it's not fair for either of them. After finally getting him back she still has to miss him, because he doesn't remember her.

He doesn't remember them.