Author's note: Today we have a special guest from 'House M.D.', Dr. James Wilson :D Only the best for Harvey!

Harvey had arrived early for his doctor's appointment. He was too worried that he might have a brain tumor and will only have a few months to live. He had no idea what was in the afterworld but he certainly enjoyed his looks, wealth, and general awesomeness in his current life.

Harvey hadn't come to see just any doctor. He was sitting inside the office of Dr. James Wilson, the head of the oncology department of the best hospital in New York. He had saved the doctor from a malpractice lawsuit half a year ago just before Mike had barged into his life.

'If I have a tumor, he won't miss it.'

He crossed his legs, wondering what would happen to Mike if he really had a tumor. Of course there were operable tumors too, but given how the symptoms got worse very quickly, Harvey had no doubt that if it was a tumor, it would be an inoperable one.

'It can't be a tumor. He can't work for Louis!'

Harvey's mind was suddenly flooded with all kinds of bad scenarios that ended with Mike getting disbarred and left with no one to help him.

'But if it's not a tumor, what else can it be? A virus?'

Harvey thought about what happened yesterday when he had asked Donna to set up an appointment with Dr. Wilson. She had told him that he didn't need to see a doctor and that he had to talk to Mike. Harvey had told her that she didn't know any of his symptoms, to which Donna had replied that she had eyes and an intercom.

"Good morning, Mr. Specter. Sorry to keep you waiting." The doctor walked in with a smile and extended his hand.

"Call me Harvey." Harvey got up briefly and shook his hand.

"Harvey then. Donna tells me you're a senior partner now? Congratulations." James sat down at his desk.

"Thank you. Did she tell you anything else?" Harvey eyed the doctor suspiciously.

"I don't know what you're talking about." James held up his hands.

"I'm a lawyer, doctor. I read people for a living."

"Call me James. You practically saved my job."

"Changing the subject? Nice try, James."

The doctor made a defeated sound. "Just tell me what's been bothering you, Harvey. You came early which means that whatever it is, it's been eating at you."

"I could've just happened to arrive early. No traffic on the street."

James flashed his patented reassuring smile. "I read people for a living too. I can read the signs. I see that you're very worried, but I promise I'll do everything to help you out."

Harvey liked James. He wasn't like any other doctor that he had met. James actually cared about his patients. 'What's with all these extra-caring people around me?'

"So Harvey, tell me about your symptoms."

Harvey nodded. "I guess I can skip the ones that Donna told you."

James smiled. "Tell me the ones you choose to share with me."

"Well, I think I'm experiencing a personality change."

"A personality change." The doctor repeated.

"Yeah. Isn't that one of the symptoms of having a brain tumor?"

"Let's not jump to the tumor yet. Tell me more about this personality change of yours."

"Well, so far it's been towards one person."

"And, you see this person quite often?"

"Yeah, he's my associate. I see him every day. The thing is, I already work close with him, but these days I want him to stay in my sight. I feel calmer when I can see him. Maybe it's because I don't trust him alone. I feel the need to teach him everything. And, it's not just the legal stuff. The kid doesn't know how to wear a tie, and his jacket always looks a little crooked, his shirt a little wrinkled. I feel like I should fix them with my own hands. Oh, and he can't even feel it when he has a strand of hair stuck on his forehead."

"So you're his mentor." James played along even though he already had a diagnosis.

"Yeah, it's my job to teach him how to be a great lawyer. I've started mentoring him a few weeks ago, but this week, I seem to be trying a little harder than necessary."

"You feel the urge to teach him more?"

"Exactly."

"And, you came to see an oncologist."

Harvey frowned. "Do you think I need a shrink? I hate shrinks."

The doctor laughed. His patient looked like a twelve year old kid.

"I don't see what's wrong with having a strong urge to teach your own associate. Unless you tell me the whole story, I can't make a proper diagnosis."

Harvey let out a sigh. "I came to see you because I also say stupid things in front of him. You know how good of a lawyer I am, James. I never say stupid things, especially at work. I'm sure Donna has already entertained you with what she's overheard."

James nodded.

"Then there was this incident the other day when I couldn't remember which file I wanted him to work on. I had already called him in my office and I couldn't figure out what I exactly wanted him to do. My memory very rarely fails me, so if that doesn't scream brain tumor, I don't know what does! Then there's also my brain suddenly registering unnecessary things about him."

"What kind of things?"

"I think he's cute, when it's only natural for a kid of his age to look cute. I notice he has long fingers, but who cares what kind of fingers he has? He's doing great work for me. That's all I need to know. Then there's this strong urge to encourage him for doing such great work."

Harvey let out another sigh. He didn't want to go into details, but he knew that he had to come clean if he wanted help. Besides, the doctor was bound to keep his secret thanks to the doctor-patient confidentiality agreement.

"I want him to know he's doing solid work for the firm. So I often feel like ruffling his hair, patting him on the shoulder, and pinching his cheeks. And, when I think he's extremely valuable to the firm, I feel like caressing him all over. He's a puppy really, and people caress puppies to encourage their good behavior, right?"

"Sure."

"So do I need a head scan? Blood test? You name it, I'll do it."

"I don't think that would be necessary."

The doctor put on a serious face and Harvey felt his heart drop.

"You think it's untreatable?"

"I know it's not treatable."

"How can you be sure without testing me?" Harvey was mad. He wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"Because I've seen numerous cases like this before."

"What do I have? A stage four brain cancer?"

James let out a dramatic sigh. He shouldn't be prolonging his patient's suffering, but he hadn't had so much fun in years. "You have a very serious case of…"

"Of…?" Harvey's mouth went dry.

"Love."

Harvey blinked his eyes. "Excuse me? I can't even hear properly now. Could you repeat that?"

"I think you heard me just fine."

"I don't think I did."

"Trust me. You did."

Harvey chuckled. "Perhaps you're the one who needs a head scan. The word that I think I heard doesn't exist in my vocabulary."

"Well, surprise, surprise! It does now."

"Your brilliant diagnosis is that I've fallen for my own associate? That's all you've got? I don't know what Donna's been feeding you, but that's not what's going on here."

James couldn't help but feel for his patient. That much denial would take a toll on him soon. "Harvey, love is not some sort of a disease."

"I am not in love with Mike."

"Oh, so his name is Mike. What a cute name."

Harvey grumbled. "Don't you think I'd know if I fell in love with someone?"

"Have you ever fallen in love with someone?"

"I fall in love with the cars at the car club all the time. I know the feeling."

James thought about saying that a car wasn't the same as a person, but he had a better idea. "Let's think about those cars then. If you see a car that you like, don't you want to keep it in your sight? Doesn't it make you calmer when you can see it? You can appreciate the body of the car and make sure nothing happens to it. And, don't you feel the constant urge to caress it because the car does its job so well?"

"It's not the same."

"It's exactly the same. Except that Mike has a beating heart and can reciprocate your appreciation." The doctor was careful to not use the word 'feelings.' He didn't want to agitate the patient any further.

"Let me ask you a question, Harvey. Let's say you walked into the car club and spotted a car that suits you. It looks nice and works hard on the road with brilliant results. What do you do with that car?"

"I take it out for a ride." Harvey answered automatically.

The doctor smiled victoriously. "I think you know what to do then."

In Heaven…

Cupid was working at his desk, checking on his Valentine's Day targets. He was going through the 'current status' section on his computer, pleased to see that all the hearts had turned red.

'No gray at all. That's good.'

He scrolled down leisurely and let out a yawn until his eyes caught something horrible.

'Wait a second. What was that?'

He scrolled back up and gasped. "A gray heart! This can't be true! It must be an error!"

Cupid quickly checked the target's name. "Harvey Specter?"

He then checked who he had first locked eyes with. It was a guy named Mike Ross and he happened to be Specter's personal associate.

'Oh, look how cute he is! It must be a system failure. How can you not fall in love with him? If he wasn't so young, I would've kept him for myself!'

He wiped drool off his chin and proceeded to look into the matter.

'Let's see what he's doing now.'

He checked the GPS tracking system and saw the target leaving the hospital.

'Oh my god, don't tell me he's sick.'

He then checked the logs and read through the target and the doctor's conversation.

"What the he…" Cupid stopped himself just before swearing. There were no words to describe how angry he was.

"This is why I hate human beings! We gods have to do everything for them! He thinks love is a disease? Well, if he doesn't feel like loving that adorable creature, I'll feed him to that coworker of his with the ugly ass!"

Cupid huffed, trying not to do what he just said. He was Cupid. He never screwed up and he never let human beings suffer unnecessarily.

'It's your lucky day again, Specter! People rarely get shot with two of my lovely arrows!'

Cupid picked up one of the quivers and flew out of the office. He was going to give that stupid and arrogant human being a good shot in the ass.

Meanwhile Harvey was walking towards his town car, reading the sheet of papers that the doctor had given him.

'What kind of bullshit is this love test?'

According to the doctor (who didn't specialize in love, Harvey would like to add), there were other people like him in the world who didn't believe in love and therefore refused to accept that they had fallen in love.

'I think even Mike would laugh at this.' Harvey groaned.

Then he wondered what Mike would be doing right now.

'He probably got a cup of coffee from the new coffee machine. The kid loves that machine even when he doesn't know how to use it. He's probably bribed Rachel to help him with some legal forms, and he must be talking to Donna by now about me seeing a doctor.'

"Harvey! Watch out!" Ray shouted from the car.

Harvey stopped dead in his tracks and realized that he had come very close to stepping on dog feces.

'Isn't this a wonderful day.'

He mocked his awful morning and was about to get in the car when he felt a sharp pain in the ass.

"Ray, do you see anyone or anything behind me?" Harvey asked, wondering if his eyes were betraying him.

"No, boss. Should I?"

"So there's absolutely nothing behind me?" Harvey asked as he got in the car. The pain had only lasted for a second.

"No, I didn't see anything."

"Okay then. Let's get back to the office."

Harvey's mind briefly came up with the word 'hip tumor', but that just sounded ridiculous.

'I don't think the doctor's right, but let's take this damn test just in case.'

He pulled out a fountain pen from his jacket pocket and started to circle the correct answers.

"Hey, what did the doctor say?" Mike rushed into the office as soon as he heard that Harvey had come in.

"Not now, Mike." Harvey quickly hid his love test under a thick file.

"What was that? A test result? You're hiding something from me?" Mike looked a little hurt.

"Don't give me that look, rookie. It's not a test result. The doctor says I'm fine."

"Do you feel fine?"

Harvey thought about it while he took a good look at Mike. All he wanted to do was pull Mike onto his lap and caress him until he purred.

Mike studied Harvey's face and noticed that he was in some sort of pain. "What's wrong, Harvey?"

"Nothing. I think I'll just take it easy for the next couple of days."

"Of course. Would you like to go home? I can do whatever work you leave behind and Donna can reschedule those client meetings."

Harvey was touched at the worried voice. Mike really cared about him. He leaned forward and pinched Mike's cheek. "Don't worry about me. The doctor thinks I just have a bad cold."

"A bad cold? But your voice sounds fine and you don't have a running nose."

Harvey cursed Mike for making things difficult. "I have a huge headache, okay? And since I can't have my associate get sick too, I don't want you anywhere near me until I get better, understood?"

Mike chuckled. "That's very sweet of you, but I think I'll manage. We're a team! We're supposed to see each other all the time!"

Harvey put on his scariest expression. "Mike, I mean it. Don't come near me unless I call you. Or I'll fire you once and for all."

Harvey thought that it would be sensible to keep some distance from Mike until he figured out what was really going on with him.

"If you say so. You're the boss." Mike nodded, looking dejected.

Now all Harvey wanted to do was pull Mike in his arms and kiss him all over his face.

'What? Nobody's kissing anybody!'

Harvey shooed Mike out of his office and pulled out the love test from under the file.

'This is ridiculous. I am not in love with anyone.'

He tore the test into pieces, ignoring Donna's worried look. Why was everyone so worried about him? And, why did the doctor tell him to take Mike out on a date? What's wrong with everybody? More importantly, what's wrong with him?

'Since it's not a tumor, let's go back to my original theory. I need to get laid. I'll leave the office early today, go pick up a nice boy toy, fuck him into the bed, and sleep like a baby. By this time tomorrow, I'll be laughing at the past couple of days.'

Unfortunately, it turned out that there were two problems with Harvey's plan. The first problem was that he couldn't find a boy toy that he liked. He had wanted to pick up pretty much anyone with the male anatomy, but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to approach anyone without a frown. The second problem was that he was definitely not sleeping like a baby.

'For Christ's sake…'

Harvey woke up in the middle of the night, refusing to believe what he had just dreamed about.

'Maybe it's black magic. Something like voodoo. Someone from the opposing counsel has put a curse on me.'

He got out of bed and walked into the kitchen, trying to repress his dreams.

"Oh, Harvey, please kiss me again!"

Harvey shook his head as Mike's voice rang in his ears. It felt like Mike was right next to him.

"Harvey, darling, you missed a spot on my forehead! You promised me you'd kiss me everywhere on my face!"

Harvey gritted his teeth. 'What in the world is wrong with me? That doesn't even sound like something he'd say!'

"Harvey? Don't you think it's time you made sweet love to me?" A very vivid Mike winked at him, wearing one of his shirts on his bed.

"No, Mike! I don't think it's time I made any kind of love to you! Go away!"

Harvey turned on the faucet and splashed water all over his face.

"But Harvey…"

"I said no, Mike! Get the hell out of here before I fire your pretty ass! I mean it!"

At the ultimate threat, the dreamy Mike finally disappeared.

'At least the two have something in common.' Harvey thought as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. If he thought that he had been miserable before tonight, he was beyond miserable now.