Author's Note: Well, here we are. The last chapter. And the only thing I have to say is...

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"Mr. Ross?"

Mike opened his eyes, blinking as they tried to get adjusted to the blindingly bright lights of wherever he was. Everything came into focus soon enough and he glanced around, trying to piece together his location in his mind. But the lumpy mattress and sickeningly sterile smell that filled his nostrils gave him a pretty string hint. He was in a hospital.

"Mr. Ross," Came the soothing voice again. "I'm going to need you to stay awake, alright? I know it's hard with the meds you're on but we need to make sure everything's okay. Now, I'm gonna ask you a few questions to make sure there's no memory loss."

Mike just nodded, opening his eyes a little more to face the nurse standing at the side of his bed.

"Name?" She asked he just chuckled.

"Oh wow, tough one. But I'll go with Who is Michael Ross?" He answered cheekily.

The nurse was trying not to smile. "Date of Birth?"

"August 27th,1987," He rattled off without a thought.

"Current place of employment?"

He raised an eyebrow wondering how this was at all relevant but figured he'd better not question it. "Pearson Hardman. I'm an associate there, I work for Harvey Specter," Mike added unnecessarily but he was already getting annoyed with this and wanted to prove to her that there was no permanent damage done. He was fine now.

Mike watched intently as the nurse scribbled down a few things on her clip board before looking up at him and smiling. "The doctor should be in shortly to see you. In the meantime if there's anything—"

"Is Harvey still here?" Mike asked, sitting up slightly in the bed as though to prove to the nurse that he was in good enough shape for visitors.

"Yes, he's down in the lobby. I'll send someone to get him if you'd like." She replied as though reading his mind and winked before walking out of the room.

Not five minutes later, Harvey poked his head in the doorway, relief washing over his face when he saw Mike was up and well.

He meandered into the room, hands in his pockets and Mike couldn't tell if he was mad, guilty or both. "So do I even need to tell you how stupid that was or…"

Mike shrugged one shoulder and sighed. "Yeah, well, I guess I wasn't really thinking."

"That much is obvious." Harvey scoffed and moved closer like he wanted to sit on the foot of the bed. He doesn't. "You're lucky you only got a mild concussion."

"Oh a concussion?" This was the first time Mike heard the diagnosis. "Is that all?" He added sarcastically.

"Well, seeing as you were on a bike and got hit by a car, I'd say you should be grateful." Harvey didn't mean for that to come out as harsh as it did. Mike knew that, but chose not to say anything further.

"Is Tate here?"

Harvey nodded, his voice softer now. "Yeah, he's down in the lobby."

"Are you still leaving?" Mike looked down at his hands, fiddling uneasily with his fingers. The palm of his right hand was slightly scraped up from his fall.

"That depends."

"On what?"

"You."

Mike swallowed hard and finally looked up, meeting Harvey's eyes when he did. "What about me?"

"You said you had something to tell me," Harvey clarified, tilting his head to the left slightly. "And don't pussy out and tell me you don't remember because then we'd have to get you tested for amnesia." Mike knew he was joking. Or at least he wanted to make it appear that way, though the glint of concern that flashed across his eyes didn't go unnoticed by Mike.

"Hey, if I can remember my name and my birthday, obviously I'm fine." The associate replied light-heartedly, trying to put Harvey at ease. He got a half smile out of the lawyer but that was quickly replaced with a serious look telling Mike to spit it out already.

"This week has just been—"Mike sighed and shook his head, eyes shifting to the floor as if what he was supposed to say next would be written there. "Well, it's probably been one of the craziest of my life." He paused again, scratching at the back of his neck. "Things changed Harvey. They changed when you…" Mike once again, left that to hang in the air. He caught Harvey's gaze again, and though he already knew what Mike was about to say, he was ready to finally hear the words spoken aloud.

"When I what?"

"When you kissed me to prove a point in front of the entire firm." Mike didn't hesitate, spitting the entire sentence out in one breath. "I guess it worked a little too well, huh?"

It was Harvey's turn to look down. He let the room fill with the sounds of the bustling ER. Heart monitors and nurses talking hurriedly and hushed replaced their own voices for a little while.

"That's not why I was going to leave."

Mike didn't reply when Harvey finally spoke, hoping that he would continue on his own.

"When I saw you and the paralegal—"

"Rachel." Mike supplied because 'the paralegal' did have a name and regardless of what was happening right now, she was still Mike's friend. But the name didn't seem to matter to Harvey.

"Yeah her. When I saw you with…her—it hit me. You deserve to be with someone you actually care about. And I was going to take that away from you. I couldn't do that." Harvey shook his head, opening and closing his mouth as though the words were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't bring himself to say them. "I know what it feels like to have 'the one that got away' hanging over your head. And I—I didn't want to do the same thing to you."

Another silence filled the room as Mike just sat there, trying to digest everything Harvey just told him. There are so many things he wanted to tell him. 'You're an idiot' definitely came to mind and 'Why didn't you just fucking say something to me before' because if he had, this scenario could have been avoided completely. But Mike opted against those choices because they weren't what Harvey needed to hear.

"You do realize that if you'd left, the 'one that got away' would've been you."

And for once, the great Harvey Specter was rendered speechless. Mike would have been impressed with himself, if Harvey wasn't staring at him like a deer in headlights. Mike didn't back down from the intense gaze. Soon, Harvey's face softened slightly, looking less shocked that someone could admit to actually caring about him. He was so used to being on his own that he forgot what it felt like to want someone and have them want you back.

They didn't even notice when the doctor walked in until they heard him speak.

"Well, Mr. Ross, everything seems to be in order here." He wasn't looking at them but at the charts on the lime green clip board in his hand. Harvey took this momentary distraction to distance himself from Mike's bed. His hands were back in his pockets and his air of professionalism restored by the time the doctor looked up.

"How are you feeling?"

"That depends," Mike answered, folding his hands over his lap and staring up expectantly at the doctor. "How long do I have to stay here?"

Harvey and the doctor both smiled. "Well, now that you're awake we just need to run a few more tests. If they come back negative and you're feeling up to it, you can leave after that since you haven't been admitted."

Mike looked very grateful. Things definitely could have turned out way worse for him. "Alright, cool."

"However Mr. Ross," The doctor cautioned, holding up a finger and giving Mike a look that he was more accustomed to seeing on Harvey—the one that told him what was about to be said was very important so he better listen up. "You should make sure you get a lot of rest for the next week. No driving for a few days either."

"Or riding your bike." Harvey made it a point to add that little detail because he knew Mike. If it wasn't said explicitly, Mike would have rode the damn thing to work Monday morning claiming to have found a loophole since the doctor had never mentioned anything about riding a bicycle.

"Yes sir," Mike resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Harvey who just shrugged. The doctor glanced back and forth between them, narrowing his eyes in confusion before shaking it off and getting back to the matter at hand.

"Ok, Mr. Specter, if you don't mind I need you to wait out in the lobby. We'll send Mr. Ross down to you when he's finished."

"Sure thing, Doc," Harvey gave him a sort of half salute and an affirmative nod before glancing at Mike. They locked eyes for a brief moment and Harvey stepped out.

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"Harvey, I don't understand why you insisted on taking me out in a wheel chair." Mike complained as Harvey pushed him through the automatic doors of the hospital and out into the mid-afternoon sunlight. "The doctor said I was fine."

"Hospital protocol," Harvey shrugged. Mike rolled his eyes at the answer and stood up as the lawyer brought the chair to a stop.

"Yes. Because we both know that's the real reason." Mike muttered sarcastically, looking Harvey expectantly in the eye. Harvey's cheeks reddened slightly and he glanced down.

Mike cleared his throat. "Thank you, though," His tone now genuine, Harvey met his gaze again as he continued. "For, uh missing your flight to take me to the hospital. You didn't have to do that."

"Oh so next time you're having a medical emergency, you just want me to leave you there?" Harvey nudged Mike gently in the shoulder. The associate laughed and shook his head at the playful gesture.

Another silence fell between them, each man alternating between glancing around at their surroundings and each other.

"So on a scale of one to ten," Mike picked at the bit of gauze on his forehead. "How pissed was Tate?"

Harvey opened his mouth to answer but an unexpected voice from behind cut him off.

"Contrary to what you two seem to believe, I actually was born with a heart." Mr. Tate appeared next to them. Harvey and Mike exchanged a wary glance.

"Could've fooled me," Mike countered bitterly before Harvey had the chance to say anything, earning himself an elbow in the stomach. Harvey responded to Mike's glare with a look that said 'Let me handle him.'

"Look, Tate I know you and I had a deal. But I'm afraid you and I are going to have to renegotiate our terms." He looked at Mike and smiled. "You see, things have changed. And well, I'm not leaving. Simple as that."

Mike pointed to Harvey. "What he said," He spoke as if daring Tate to even challenge the best damn closer in the City's decision.

"I agree with you." Tate sighed and said after a beat. "Which is why I've decided to drop the impending charges and my investigation altogether. I was wrong about you two."

Harvey shrugged. "Most people are."

"So, does this mean Harvey can stay? Forever?" Mike already knew the answer to that, but it sounded too good to be true, so he just wanted to make sure.

Mr. Tate nodded and Mike wanted to jump for joy. Though Harvey probably would have flipped on him because jumping wasn't part of the 'resting' he was supposed to be doing.

"However, there are two conditions."

"Okay…" Harvey made a gesture with his hand for Mr. Tate to continue.

"Since Mr. Specter still isn't a citizen, you both still have to get married or else I can't let you stay here." Mr. Tate threw his hand up and shrugged. "Rules are rules."

Harvey looked at Mike, who wriggled his brows at him suggestively. Harvey laughed and shook his head. That one wasn't going to be a problem anymore.

"What's the second one?" Mike asked the question that was on both their minds.

"I still have to conduct the interviews with you and your colleagues about your relationship," Mr. Tate explained. "Since I already have it on record that there was supposed to be an ongoing investigation of you two. I can't just drop that without having this whole thing look suspicious."

"Better than going to prison." Was Mike's way of saying that he agreed to both conditions. Harvey concurred.

"Fair enough."

"Great." Mr. Tate glanced back and forth between the two of them and smiled. "So then I'll see you at eleven o'clock Monday morning?"

"We'll be there." Harvey assured him. Satisfied, Tate turned on his heel to leave the two of them to their own devices, but Harvey stopped him when a thought struck him. "Oh, and Tate—"

"I already transferred it back into your account." The immigration officer called knowingly over his shoulder.

Harvey smiled and turned to Mike, who was gazing up at him with a similar expression. Everything was finally returning to normal. Well, everything besides one obvious detail.

"So, 'Till Death Do Us Part," Mike's smile turned mischievous. "I don't know, Harvey, that's a pretty big commitment. Are you sure you can deal with me for that long?"

"Don't have much of a choice, do I?" Harvey replied with a wink, and then reached into his pocket for his cell phone to call Donna let her know that everything was fine and to send Ray with the car.

"I swear, that woman isn't human," Harvey stuffed the blackberry back into his pocket not a minute later, shaking his head at his assistant's uncanny ability to know what he was thinking before he even had the thought.

Ray was already waiting for them, sitting in the driver's seat of the black limousine that had been parked across the street the whole time.

Harvey's long-time driver gave them a knowing grin when they finally made their way over to the car. It wouldn't have taken so long had Harvey not waited until the busy intersection was absolutely clear of traffic before they crossed.

The interior of the car fell quiet as Ray pulled into the flowing traffic. Harvey felt like something was missing, until he saw his driver reach for the stereo. Harvey didn't know where everyone suddenly acquired the ability to read his mind, but if it got him what he wanted he wasn't complaining.

Leaning back against the seat, Harvey closed his eyes, prepared to relax the rest of the trip as the sounds of his smooth, mellow music filled his—

It takes two to make a thing go ri—ight!

"Ray, what is this crap?" Harvey sat bolt upright in his seat as the noise—because it sure as hell wasn't music—filled the air. "I know I didn't give you this." He glared suspiciously over at Mike who was bobbing his head and tapping his hands against his knee to the beat.

"That's because I did." Mike grinned. Harvey glowered even more. "C'mon, Rob Base and DJ EZ Rock?—but I'm known to rock a microphone—It's a classic!"

'You actually listen to this crap?" Harvey raised his brows incredulously. Mike shrugged.

"And here I thought you knew everything there is to know about me." He shook his head, feigning disappointment and clicking his tongue. "Guess you were wrong."

For a long moment, Harvey didn't say anything. He just scowled at Mike as he mouthed the words to the song that made him want to gauge his ears out with a spork.

But it was a proven fact that no human being on the planet could stare at Mike for that long and still be angry.

Harvey's scowl flipped into a smile. He snaked his arm around behind Mike's head, and grabbed onto the back of his neck as Mike turned to give him an inquisitive look. That faded when Harvey started to gently pull him closer. When their lips were almost touching, Harvey smirked and lowered his voice to a whisper.

"I guess that means I'll have to study twice as hard for Monday then…"

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A/N: THERE YOU GO INKNERD I PUT THE SONG IN!

For those of you who haven't seen The Proposal-go do it now. Seriously? Why are you still sitting here?-You probably don't know what I'm talking about. For those of of you who have seen the movie, I hope you caught all the references. I mean there were really only two, besides like, the whole second chapter.

Anyway. This is the end of the story. BUT...I MAY have a bit of a surprise for you. I had an idea for an epilogue-ish type thing so keep an eye out for that. But all that aside, this story is complete.

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