Between Two Lives

by Lover of Angelus

There are two futures that Harvey sees. One where Wes drowns the rest of his life in whiskey and women. And one where he's running with a gun and a badge and young man who challenges him and loves him and heals him. Takes place after "The Times We Never Had" but before "MUNCHKN"

2. and picking the right way

Warning: Language

Notes: 2nd POV - Harvey

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Chapter 2: and picking the right way

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"I'm sorry," Wes says. He's leaning against the wall across from the door – like he's just too tired to even support his own weight. "Dad, I'm so fucking sorry."

And before you can even stop yourself, you're grabbing him and pulling him into a hug.

"You didn't know," you say and you're both just holding onto each other. Just out of the corner of your eye, you see the ghost of a young black man walking up the hall.

You pull back then and you look at Wes and you can't help but smile because you know that everything is going to be okay.

But you can't bring yourself to tell him that. You can't bring yourself to say anything at all about the futures that you've seen - not with Wes' dismissal fresh in your mind.

Instead you take a step back and let Mike take over – he grabs Wes and guides him to the couch as you get the beer.

That night, you talk about everything but what you've seen. Instead, when Wes asks what he's going to do now – you suggest he go do the work, become a detective, make sure this doesn't happen again.

Wes nods and talks about a friend he has out in LA who owns a hotel where he could stay. He says there's no way he can't stay on this coast after what he's done.

Mike pouts at the thought of Wes moving so far away; you smirk into your beer at the thought of who else is in LA.

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"Dude, you father still hates me," Travis says as he and Wes step out of the elevator.

Wes knocks on the door to his fathers' penthouse before turning back to Travis, he smiles and brushes imaginary dust off of Travis' shirt.

"He doesn't hate you, Travis," Wes says, tugging Travis closer and pressing a chaste kiss to the side of his mouth, "he just disagrees with your existence."

Travis glares and wipes his palms on his jeans.

"Should I have dressed better?" Travis asks, suddenly self-conscious.

"You haven't worn a suit in the past seven years that I've known you," Wes said as he rolled his eyes, "and the role-playing exercise doesn't count."

Travis' glare turned into a pout.

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Wes is in Los Angeles for two years before he finally meets Travis.

And you had chuckled and laughed against Mike's skin as you told him about how Wes had no idea what was about to hit him.

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The end.