FOREWORD

After writing my first Darvey story, "anthology of love" I decided to tackle a full on fanfiction, with multiple chapters. Thank you to everyone who left kind words in that one shot. Now, without further ado, this new fanfiction "Parent Pursuit" will take place in an au universe, inspired by the Parent Trap. It will also include OC's, but there will also be the essence of Suits sprinkled here and there. I know some have probably already tackled this idea, but, I decided to try it on my own. Enough rambling.

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Parent Pursuit

I. Intro

Emma Specter stood in front of the door labeled 206, prepared to come face to face with her mother. She was supposed to be two thousand miles away from home, 2421.339 miles to be exact, because she has anxiously googled the distance a million times. She wanted to bail, so badly. You can do this. You can do this. You ca—

A ding from her phone interrupted her thoughts. A text from a contact name, Liam.

You better not bail.

Emma Specter in a million years wouldn't have thought of twin telepathy being a real thing in her life, but ever since she found out the truth about a week ago, she believed in anything.

She stared at her phone screen, suddenly seeing three dots pop up. She typed her response.

I'm not. I'm just...preparing.

Send. Thirty seconds later, she received another ding from the recepient.

Your flight got in 45 minutes ago. Just knock on the door. She won't bite, Em.

There was a heart emoji. Emma took a deep breath and held her fist on the dark, brown door and began to knock. Emma was anxious, she could hear some shuffling on the other side, then footsteps, followed by the door swinging open.

Emma felt the world stop, she took in the older woman, who mirrored her own face, though her features were slightly different, older, more beautiful.

There was a hug. It took Emma a second to register that her arms were around the woman. Her face buried in fiery, red hair. Emma breathed in, smelling a hint of strawberries from her hair. It took Emma all her might not to spoil the plan right there and then, to not breakdown and cry.

The older woman stepped back, her hands on Emma's shoulder. They both just smiled. Unshed tears ready to spill from Emma's eyes.

"Welcome home, Lily," The older woman smiled as she pulled Emma into another hug, kissing the top of her head.

Donna Paulsen was ecstatic to see her daughter home from a school trip. She has been gone for two weeks, her baby all grown up and flying to a different state on her own.

When she pulled Lily in, Donna felt different. Surely it was her girl, but the hug she recieved felt strange, yet, still slightly familiar.

It was probably just the distance. Her daughter has been gone for two weeks. She was Donna Paulsen, she knew everything, and if anything was off, she'd surely find out the reason. She ushered Lily inside their apartment.

The slight feeling of uncertainty still present on Donna's mind.

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It was around midnight when Lily Paulsen's flight landed in New York City. She has never been, though her mother always mentioned the city that never slept. Whenever Donna talked about the city, there was a longing in her eyes that Lily could never explain.

It was a look of nostalgia, reminiscing memories that Lily had no recollection of. Whenever Lily mentioned visiting, the topic was quickly changed, but now she knew the reason why.

Lily held her luggage, waiting for the man whom she had come to find out was her father. She sits two seats from a sleeping woman, waiting for Harvey Specter. She pulls out her phone, texting her phone number, now labeled has Emmett.

She sensed a feeling she has never felt before, and thought to text the number not to bail. She didn't know why, but it felt like the right thing to say. She got a response back, glad that Emma had made it to Seattle safe. Her home, now occupied by her twin sister.

Twin sister. Lily still felt strange that those two words now had a significance in her life. She shoots Emma another text, then she hears him call out her name, well, Emma's name, but her name during the time they'll need to pull their plan.

"Emma!" Harvey Specter calls her name, clad in a suit. She smiled, finally seeing the man himself. The man who was the reason why her mother's eyes screamed longing.

"Hey, Dad!" She responded, Harvey pulling her in a side hug. It took Lily a minute to notice the petite blonde standing alongside Harvey. Lily steps back, plastering her fakest smile.

"You must be Paula," Lily says, not missing the way Harvey looked at her with confusion.

"I am, nice to meet you, Emma," the blonde responded, she reached her hand out. Lily reluctantly shakes it. "I didn't know your dad talked to you about me." Paula says, a little too enthusiastic.

"Oh he didn't, I'm Emma, I know everyth—," Lily stops herself, before she sounded a little too much like herself. "I mean, Uncle Mike told me about you."

The blonde's face dropped in disappointment, though Lily sent her another fake smile in her direction. Lily claps her hands together as she grabbed her luggage.

They headed for the exit, with Harvey's arms around her shoulders.

"You gotta stop gossiping with your Uncle Mike, squirt." Harvey chuckles.

Lily felt safe. Home. Like a part of her that she didn't know was missing, came back. She smiled, not missing how Paula trailed behind them.

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New York City, 2000.

They had always referred to Donna as the "Harvey Whisperer" a name she has rightfully earned because no one else in the world knew Harvey the way she did. She was Donna. She was awesome and she knew everything.

They met in 93, in a bar during their final years of college. He had hit on her, that wasn't a surprise, but Donna was different. Donna didn't fall under the Specter Charm, which in turn made the redhead even more interesting to Harvey.The game of hard to get suddenly turned into a friendship rather than a relationship. They easily became friends, with Donna becoming a constant in his life, minus the lingering feelings he used to have for her. It was only a matter of time before he started flirting with other girls that became his girlfriends (though there were times he had to assure them that he and Donna were just friends.)

It only took the idiot (Donna's words, not his) 6 years to work up the courage to ask her out. And now, a year later in their relationship, he was ready to seal the deal and call her his wife.

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But now that they were married, the song held a new meaning— new possibilities, a future as husband and wife.

Donna's older sister had taken a polaroid of the couple during their first dance, with Harvey and Donna looking at eachother, the biggest smiles on their faces.

That polaroid stayed in Harvey's wallet for years, until it became just a distant memory.

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Portland, Present Day.

A week ago.

"You're kidding right? There's just no way," Emma said, pacing back and forth the dorm room, whom she shared with her freaking twin sister.

Who knew that visiting an art school for their school trip would turn into a family reunion. Lily stood up from her bed, her arm reaching out to stop Emma from pacing.

"So you're telling me that we just happen to have the same polaroid, granted they were probably taken ten seconds apart, with our parents in them?" Lily said, taking a breath to continue, "it's obviously a wedding. Unless you know, my mom just happened to be wearing the wedding dress and your dad happily dancing with h—"

"Lily, will you be quiet for a second?" Emma interrupted, her mind finally settling at the facts thrown at her. It was all too overwhelming.

They were supposed to be making an artistic collage that represented who they were. One of the activities given to them during their trip. It was until the two were both on the floor, grabbing similar polaroids to stick on their project. That was when the mild panic began. And now here they were... both pacing back and forth.

That night they moved the twin beds to connect them, a laughable metaphor, really. They both stared at the ceiling,

"We have to do something," Lily said.

"Uh yeah, tell our parents," Emma stated matter of factly.

"Or," Lily says, suddenly sitting up on her bed, "We switch places."

Emma gave Lily a look that she has lost her mind. They were taking this situation excruciatingly well.

"No. Absolutely not." Emma says, though something in her mind wanted to disagree with her. Probably the stupid twin telepathy kicking in.

"Come on, Em. What's the worst that's gonna happen? They switch us back?"

"The fact that you're even asking that, you should know the answer to." Emma says, still trying to comprehend the situation.

"Em, mom's single. You never know that something could reignite something in them. You mentioned that dad was single?" There was a pause.

"Not exactly. I mean, there's someone. Paula. Uncle Mike told me." Emma revealed.

"Is that relationship serious?"

"Would you call dating your therapist serious?"

"No." Lily asked in disbelief.

"Yup. Haven't met her, but she doesn't sound like my cup of tea." Emma responds, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Dad took seeing a therapist quite literally." Lily chuckled, Emma laughing alongside her.

After the laughter subsided, they both laid back on their beds. Emma looked at her sister, with a defeated sigh she says, "I'm in."

Lily smiled widely, a triumphant yes escaping her lips.

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It was very rarely that Harvey allows himself to think of her. Her smile, the freckles that littered every inch of her, the strawberry colored hair that once covered his chest after a night of lovemaking. It was one of those nights tonight. After seeing Emma come back, and how she looked more and more like her mother every day, Harvey thought of Donna.

The divorce happened almost 16 years ago, a couple of months after the twins were born. Harvey often times thinks of how Lily must look, if she looked like Emma, what she was like, and what the little differences were between his girls.

Tonight though, he only thought of Donna. He sips on the glass that held his favorite, Macallan 40 as he recalls memories than involved a certain red head. He misses her, it's been 16 long years without hearing her laugh, without bantering with her.

The divorce was for their best, at least they believed it was, because Harvey was starting out as hotshot lawyer and work consumed him. He couldn't be both a father and a lawyer.

So, Donna made him choose. He chose his girls of course, schedules were made to fit their needs, but soon worked caught up and he went home when both girls were put into sleep. Eventually, Donna stopped waiting for him to come home.

The decision of divorce was mutual, more so because Donna thought it would be better for the both of them. Harvey didn't fight it, he was tiredof seeing the woman he loved get hurt.

Loves. That four letter word was still in present tense, but Harvey doesn't know that just yet.

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Donna Paulsen tossed and turned in her bed, unable to catch any sleep on this particular night. The nagging feeling that something was off crept back in her mind. She glances at the window, distracting herself with the skyline of Seattle.

She was glad her girl was home, because she has missed her so much. She didn't fail to notice how Lily's smile resembled Harvey's earlier today. It was odd, but she can never forget that smile.

Harvey Specter. The man whom she thought would grow old with her, the man who'd continue to bring her strawberries and whipped cream in the early hours of mornings in New York. The man who got to witness Emma grow up.

She had always thought that they'd continue to be Harvey and Donna not just Harvey or Donna. She closed her eyes tightly trying to once again sleep.

Because after all these years, it was still Harvey fucking Specter keeping her up at night.

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There was a text from "Liam"

Let the games begin?

There was a response from "Emmett."

Let's do this.

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And there we have the intro chapter, folks! I'm so excited to be writing this story, especially with the concept for "The Parent Trap" that frames this story. I hope you guys enjoy the future chapters!