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It breaks your heart sometimes - these dreams of what could-have-been’s and what-may-be’s.
Sometimes, Mike’s a waiter at your favorite little bar. He’s this adorable snarky little thing and you’re together - but it isn’t love.
Other times he’s someone who really did graduate from Harvard but he got a job at another firm. The two of you would meet in the courtroom and for the occasional drink with the even more occasional fuck. But then he meets Kyle and they fall in love and every time you wake up from this timeline, you can taste your own bitterness.
And still other times - and this is the one that you really love and hate - he’s someone who was raised by both parents and he still becomes a lawyer and the two of you meet at your favorite hot dog stand.
You date for years before you propose.
You honeymoon in Bora Bora and make love on the beach. You even adopt a boy and name him Wes and he grows up to be a lawyer just like the two of you. But then something happens and Wes moves away to become a detective.
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You walk past Donna’s desk with a hand over your face, trying to scrub away the remnants of last night’s dreams.
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“Harvey, Wes wants us to come out to L.A.!” Mike calls out as he flips the steaks on the grill.
You poke your head outside and glare.
“Is this about the problems he has with his partner - what’s his face?”
Mike grins and shakes his head as he turns to you, throwing his arms around your neck and bringing you down for a small kiss.
“Travis,” a slight admonishment in his tone, “and a little. But Christmas is just around the corner and I think it would be nice to spend it in California this year.”
You try to look put out, but you know it doesn’t work.
“Harvey?”
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“Harvey?” you’re jerked rudely back into reality by Mike.
“What do you want, puppy?” you ask, still trying to shake the dream off.
“Here are the files you wanted about the Reven/Neppahannog case,” Mike sets a small stack of folders on your desk.
You don’t say anything as you pick up one of the folders, just give him a shooing motion of dismissal.
“You had another dream, didn’t you?” Donna asks, sitting in front of your desk after Mike's left.
You glare.
“Was it the one where you guys were married?” you sometimes forget that she’s immune to you. ”How are Wes and Travis getting along?”
You really hate that she knows you ((and all the other yous)) so well.
“Better, Mike wants us to go to LA for Christmas to meet Travis.”
“That’s nice,” Donna is smiling softly.
“Yeah,” you huff. ”Yeah, it is. I’m incredibly proud of my fake son.”
A grimace flashes across Donna’s face so fast you almost miss it. Then Louis is storming into your office and he’s demanding something about the case you’re working on.
And, even though you want to punch him in the face, you silently thank him for distracting you.
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