A/N: I don't own suits, as much as I would like to. This is my alternate ending to I Want You to Want Me. I hope you like it Enjoy. Oh and I am continuing with The One Time Harvey Told Mike He Cared but I'm having writers block so be patient. Please review!

I never thought the day that Harvey told me I wasn't needed would come. But, I was wrong. I was really wrong because he is right in front of me telling me the thing that I fear most.

"We're over." Harvey growls and I know that he means it. I know that I will never work with him again.

I hide my emotions. The fear, sadness, anger at me, disappointment, and longing to go back home are hidden under my veiled expression. I turn on my heel and leave Harvey's office, knowing that if I stared into his brown eyes any longer I would lose my composure. I know what I need to do know that Harvey is out of my life, I need to go home. I miss my parents, my Grammy, and I know that now is the time for me to see them again. I let all the emotion I was hiding out as I slip into the elevator, my phone in my pocket, my bag still at my cubicle. I will never need it again, so what's the point of bringing it, I had thought on my way to the elevators. The elevator is empty except for me, so I slide down the side of the elevator and weep, waiting for the ding to go off to tell me I have reached the bottom. I think back to all he times that I could tell that Harvey actually cared about me. I knew that I had betrayed him, but I never thought he wouldn't forgive me. I never thought that he would be the reason I would decide to die; to kill myself. I always believed that Harvey would be the one to protect me, to save me from the downward spiral of my Grammy's death, or if I ever got too depressed. But, in actuality Harvey had been the one to drain what little hope, desire, will that I had left. The elevator doors slid open and I surreptitiously slid out, like it wasn't odd that I would be leaving from work this early. The words that Harvey had said replay in my mind over and over again on my way home. I took a cab, worried that taking my bike would result in me being dead before I had time to pay my dues to the few people that still cared. We're over…. We're over…; again and again they played, I got lost in them, hearing Harvey's voice harsher and harsher, until he had basically screamed at me in my head. I didn't notice the can pull up to my apartment until the annoyed cabbie yelled at me. I dug the few crumpled dollars I kept in my socks for emergencies to pay them since my bag was still at the office.

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I fumble with the keys, my hands shaking as I try to unlock the door. After the fifth time I finally manage to slide the key in and turn the lock. Coming inside I ponder how I will do it. How I will end my life. I contemplate cutting, but I don't want anyone to have to clean up after me. I then remember the painkillers I still had in my cabinets from the one time Trevor dislocated my shoulder while we were wrestling. Pills, that will be an easy way to go, and no mess, I thought. I knew that I had to say goodbye to Rachel. I also reluctantly knew that I owed Donna and Harvey an explanation, even though they didn't care. I didn't want Donna to blame herself and Harvey, well I cared about Harvey. He was like my older brother and even if he didn't want to ever see me again-which he never will- I still felt like I needed to say a proper goodbye. I searched my cabinets, my fingers wrapping around the orange pill bottle. I then fished out my cell phone and dialed Harvey's desk phone. I hoped that Donna didn't pick up, I couldn't tell her what I was about to do. But, I also didn't have any lie to cover up the hurt in my voice, the desperation, or the obvious insanity that urged me to do this. The phone rang and rang, each second my heart clenching a bit more before it finally went to voicemail. I drew in a shaky breath, collecting myself.

"H-Harvey, it's Mike. I know you don't want to hear from me, but please hear me out. A-after this you won't ever hear me again. Tell Donna that I will miss her, tell Rachel I'm sorry, don't let her blame herself, it's my decision and I love her. There is a necklace on my dresser, it was my mother's, I-I want her to have it, to remember me by. Now, I want to tell you that you were the best thing that ever happened to me. You made me into something that my grandmother could be proud of, you made me who I am, and who I will be remembered as. I think as you like a big brother, I don't know if the feeling is mutual but I just wanted you to know that. I wish you all happy and long lives, unlike mine. Goodbye Harvey, take care of Rachel and Donna. Tell Jessica I will miss her too. Bye." I hung up, the call had drained me. Had taken all that I had left.

I was ready; I took the pill bottle and unscrewed the cap. Dumping the pills into my hand and grabbing the jug of orange juice off the counter and swallowed them. Goodbye, Harvey was the last thought that I had before I allowed myself to slip into unconsciousness. I was going home.

"Harvey!" I looked up and out of my office at a worried Donna. I wondered if it was the call that just came through that bugged her. I saw her divert it to voicemail and listen to it, but she didn't pick up. My brow furrowed, I was confused as to why Donna looked freaked out. Donna was solid and not many things shook her.

"Donna, what's wrong?" I asked wanting to know what had scared the red-head so much.

"It's Mike." Donna answered.

"Why would you care about him?" I growled, we were over and I didn't understand why Donna didn't respect that. She had been on my side the whole time.

"Don't do that to me, listen to this." Donna walked over and pressed the button on my phone, replaying the voicemail.

"H-Harvey, it's Mike." Mike's voice flooded through the machine and it was coated with despair, you could almost feel the depression though the machine. " I know you don't want to hear from me, but please hear me out. A-after this you won't ever hear me again. Tell Donna that I will miss her, tell Rachel I'm sorry, don't let her blame herself, it's my decision and I love her. There is a necklace on my dresser, it was my mother's, I-I want her to have it, to remember me by." My blood ran cold, why would Mike have me give Rachel a necklace? Then it struck me, he was saying goodbye. "Now, I want to tell you that you were the best thing that ever happened to me. You made me into something that my grandmother could be proud of, you made me who I am, and who I will be remembered as. I think as you like a big brother, I don't know if the feeling is mutual but I just wanted you to know that. I wish you all happy and long lives, unlike mine. Goodbye Harvey, take care of Rachel and Donna. Tell Jessica I will miss her too. Bye."

No, no this couldn't be happening. Mike was going to kill himself. My little brother was going to die because of me. I meant when I said that we were over when I had said them. But ever since guilt, and longing for the babbling blonde haired-blu eyes kid nagged me. I was going to tell him that I wanted him back but now…. I blolted upright, I had to get to Mike before it was too late. I threw a glance and Donna and she nodded, knowing to call Ray and cancel my appointments. I dug my own phone out of my pocket, as I head downstairs to have Ray take me to Mike. I called 911 and told them to meet me at Mike's. I was met with the sight of the black town car when I got out of te building and Ray was leaning against it. He could sense my worry and immediately opened the door for me and climbed into the driver's seat.

"Go to Mike's." I ordered and Ray nodded, but didn't say anything.

Ray got to Mike's in record time but I didn't know if it was in time. The space in front of Mike's ratty, dilapidated apartment building was void of any ambulances, so I told Ray to tell them what apartment and got out. I sprinted up to Mike's room and upon not having a key beat the door down.

"Mike!" I yelled, not caring if it sounded like I cared because I did care Dammit!

There was no answer and I invited myself in, surveying the apartment. My heart stopped when I saw an unmoving lump in the kitchen.

"Mike!" I ran over to him and flipped him over.

I was taken aback by how pale he was. His face was a milky-white and his lips were tinged blue, His blonde hair was flopping down into his face. I pressed my fingers to his neck and felt a faint slow pulse. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding in. Mike was alive, I didn't know how long that would last but, for the moment he was alive. I looked down and noticed that his chest was still moving, but irregularly and his breathing was shallow and slow. I was about to call Ray to see when the paramedics were going to arrive when they burst through the door and took Mike away. I prayed that Mike would be okay, I couldn't handle it if he died. He was one of the only people that I had left, and I had long since forgiven him by seeing him laying tehr, limp, barely alive, Pushing myself up I walked back down and told Ray to follow the ambulance. I called Donna, she had to know what was going on. Hang in there kid, I thought right before the line connected.