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thatspectersmile replied to your post: in other news i need my new camera with faster...
how long until it comes? i still haven’t ordered mine so i have to live vicariously through you
I have to wait for my student loan to get approved so hopefully sometime this week
thatspectersmile replied to your post: jesus above some of you guys are creepy little...
why do i get the feeling that this is about me
>:)
NO MEG I WILL NOT WRITE SUITS TREK YOU CAN'T MAKE ME
thatspectersmile replied to your post“Harvey beating up assholes for the people he loves”
you're not the only one... i'm giffing it and it's getting to me
I MEAN WHEN DONNA SAYS I'M SORRY HE JUST SEES HER CRY AND JUST-
I was getting flash backs to when Mike got beat up and Harvey got angry and wanted to kick the guys ass....
prompt: just hold onto me, I'll hold onto you, it's you and me up against the world, it's you and me (harvey/mike) - for thatspectersmile
He gets the phone call in the middle of a meeting, his phone turned on silent and vibrating a second time when a voicemail is received.
The meeting runs long, with their client seeming to waste Harvey's time with exceedingly detailed and unnecessarily verbose explanations, just because he can. Mike actually likes this guy, and just to annoy Harvey he asks more questions than he probably should, giving Harvey a shit-eating grin whenever the older man glares at him as Lesley starts in on another topic.
So it's over an hour later by the time he's at his desk, and he finally gets around to checking his phone. The notification tells him the missed call and voicemail are from Jenny, and a sense of apprehension floods his stomach as he hits the buttons to listen.
"Hey, Mike," Jenny's voice is wavering, soft. "I know it's been a while since we've spoken, and that things didn't end well with you and Trevor. But I thought even after everything that you deserved to know. Mike ... Trevor's dead. He OD'ed a couple of days ago. He..."
But Mike couldn't hear anything after Trevor's dead and he OD'ed, the blood pounding in his ears. He doesn't even listen to the rest of the message, just lets the phone drop from his ear until Jenny's voice becomes a whisper in the busy bullpen.
His chest hurts, vision starts swimming. He can't believe it. Trevor. Admittedly things between them hadn't ended well, but Mike had never imagined this. Trevor was like a fucking cockroach (and wouldn't Harvey be so proud of him for that analogy) – indestructible and everlasting. And they might not have been friends anymore, but that didn't erase all those times that Trevor was there for him.
Mike can't breathe, just needs to get out. He doesn't even think about it, just gets up and starts walking. He makes it outside into the fresh air, but he doesn't stop. He keeps walking and walking and walking, his head pounding the whole time.
He finds himself, of all places, in Central Park. The walk wasn't far but he's suddenly exhausted, and he collapses onto a park bench right near the Pond. It's relatively quiet, being in the middle of a Fall weekday, and the sounds of the city fade low as he just sits there.
Trevor's gone.
It still doesn't feel real. He can't wrap his brain around the fact that his childhood best friend, the same person who used to sneak into his bedroom window and help Grammy set the table whenever he stayed long enough to be invited to dinner and get Mike drunk whenever he was unlucky in love, is gone.
Mike's cell rings, and he doesn't even look at the screen, just answers on autopilot.
"Hello?"
"Mike?" Harvey's voice comes down the line.
"Harvey, I-" his voice wavers, and Harvey takes the brief pause as an opening.
"Where are you? I've been looking everywhere for you!"
"Harvey, I'm not … he's gone, Harvey … I - I don't know … Harvey," he can't speak, voice sounding broken to his own ears. The only thing he seems capable of saying is Harvey's name, so he says it again, a blatant plea for help. "Harvey."
"Where are you?" Harvey asks, and it's the voice he uses when one of the few clients he actually cares about calls for his help. Mike tells him, and Harvey says, "Stay there, Mike. I'm coming."
Mike hangs up the phone, and it's like his brain stops working, is put on hold, until he sees Harvey, much quicker than he anticipated. Harvey's coat flaps around his legs as he walks towards Mike, and Mike can see the concern on Harvey's face shining like a beacon.
He can't help it. Mike stands from the bench, meeting Harvey half way and throwing his arms around him, burying his face in his neck and hugging him tight, needing to feel him safe and secure.
Mike knows that they are friends (and that even though Harvey will never say it out loud, Harvey knows they're friends too) but they aren't really this tactile. Mike figures that's the reason for Harvey's initial stillness, but he gets over it soon enough, wrapping his arms around Mike, rubbing his hand up and down his back in soothing motions.
"What happened?" Harvey asks.
Mike takes one last breath before he steps out of Harvey's embrace. "I really need you to be my friend for this Harvey, not the hard-ass you were when we first met."
"I was not a-" Harvey begins to protest, but stops mid-sentence at Mike's glare, and then adds a drawled, "Fine," which Mike knows means that Harvey get's exactly where he's coming from.
Mike heads back to the bench to sit down, and Harvey follows. Harvey just looks expectantly at him, and his completely open expression gives Mike the strength to say, "Trevor's dead. He's gone."
He can tell he's shocked Harvey with this news, and it's vaguely comforting.
"Well," Harvey says at last, "I guess that explains why you just disappeared from the office."
"Yeah, sorry about that," Mike says earnestly. "I just needed to get some fresh air."
"Fair enough. I'm all in favour of this if the alternative is you staying and then picking a fight with me in front of the bullpen. Also, I'm not getting high with you this time," Harvey adds, and it draws a brief smile from Mike.
Mike thinks about making a comment about how Harvey was the one picking the fight last time, and that he did it for Mike's benefit, but decides it's best to not go down that road. "You don't have to. I'm just glad you're here."
"Do you want to talk about it?" Harvey asks, and just the fact that he is willing to talk about the person he saw as an anchor constantly pulling Mike down (and that's when Harvey's being generous), it's more than enough for Mike.
"Not really," Mike tells him. Because what is there to say? That Trevor was a good friend when he wanted to be, but the problem was always that he never really cared about being there for Mike, just wanted Mike there for him. That Trevor wasn't a great guy, and Mike has certainly been better off without him, but Trevor did bring him and Harvey together, and for that alone Mike will grieve his loss.
So they just sit there together, side by side on the park bench, and they spend the next few hours watching the world go by.
thatspectersmile answered your question: Crappy Day ... Someone cheer me up?
you too? jfc! it’s everywhere!
The problem is none of it was in my control ... which makes it worse.
thatspectersmile replied to your post: Also I think I have a fever because I’ve been...
that’s hot.
No I'M hot. I feel like my skin is radiating heat.
thatspectersmile said: and if you write another 15 we’ll still eat them up like they’re candy
