This started as a song fic to Simply The Best and evolved into a song fic to "Donna" by the Lumineers and is complete and total random nonsense. Enjoy!

What's In a Name?

Growing up, Harvey Specter always hated the name Donna.

There was a girl in his first-grade class named Donna, a short dark-haired girl who often wore overalls. She was the youngest in a family of five and lived just up the road from Harvey. She used to tease Harvey mercilessly because he liked to read. Other kids would play with balls and trinkets during lunch, but Harvey liked to sit and read through the picture books in the classroom. Sure, he occasionally joined in and played with his friends; he particularly enjoyed it when the teacher let them play softball, but on most days he preferred to read.

The girl named Donna transferred schools when her family moved in the third grade, but Harvey never forgot the way she used to tease him. One day after school when Gordon asked him about it, he simply replied by telling his father he didn't like the name Donna anymore because the Donna in his class picked on him.

In high school, he was quite popular. He was the star of the softball team, got excellent grades, and had a great group of friends. He dated a girl named Carolyn for most of his freshman year before breaking up with her to focus on school.

In his senior year, a girl named Elsie transferred to their school, and Harvey was immediately taken with her. Short, blonde, and witty, he wasted no time in asking her to the senior prom after which she ended up breaking his heart. Her middle name was Donna. He hated the name Donna.

In college, Harvey didn't have much time for girls. He was too busy focusing on his career goals. He had a few flings here and there. Nothing major. He and his roommate did meet two friends at a bar one night. Donna and Ainsley. He went home with Ainsley. He made it a rule not to get involved with women named Donna.

His first job out of law school was working at the DA's office for a man named Cameron Dennis. He loved every aspect of his job. The roll, his desk, even his new boss.

He wins his first big case on a Tuesday night and Cameron takes everyone out to celebrate. He's ordering his usual Macallan when a beautiful redhead catches his eye. She approaches him and he does his best to offer her a flirty smile.

She introduces herself as Donna.

And she flirts with him. Before he can stop to consider his ridiculous rule, he finds himself flirting back. By the end of the evening, she has him thinking that maybe not all Donna's were so bad.

There was something different about her. The way she carried herself so confidently. He liked that she knew what she wanted. It made him all the more attracted to her.

On her first day at his desk, Donna introduces him to coffee with vanilla and he thinks that maybe he was a bit rash in thinking all Donna's were doomed to break his heart.

Neither of them realizes they've already had their last day together at the DAs office, but he wastes no time in going over to her place after he quits. This Donna, she was different.

He tells Jessica he won't come and work at Pearson Hardman without her. He can't stand the thought of being without her. Day in and day out, he slowly begins to forget why he ever disliked the name Donna.

They work alongside each other for over a decade. She quickly becomes his favourite person. The one he wants to tell everything too. She's there for his highs and his lows.

He can't recall exactly when he started to realize it, but once he did, he couldn't unsee it. Donna Paulsen was simply the kindest person he'd ever met. She had the biggest heart of anyone he'd ever known.

He was convinced that the word" no" was not in her vocabulary. He began to wonder if she even processed the word thank you as he spewed it like a broken record. She was constantly putting other's needs above her own, including his. There were many sleepless nights where he wondered how he could possibly thank her for everything she'd done for him over the years. Each morning that followed he would drop a coffee off on her desk, smile, and thank for her the latest thing she'd gone ahead and done, but it was never enough.

She was simply the best.

At her job. At being his friend. At being Donna.

An all-around wonderful person.

Donna.

The women he'd spent the past decade admiring. The same woman who stood beside him when Jessica left. Who encouraged him to make amends with his mother. She saw him through his never-ending struggle with his past. She made him want to be a better person.

He finds himself thinking back on all those times he wished he could tell her how wonderful she was as she lies in his arms on the mattress they'd placed on the floor of the bedroom in their new Seattle apartment. He wonders if she realizes just how much of a difference she had made in his life.

Peering down at where she's resting on his chest, her hazel eyes staring at him, he suddenly understands that she knows. Maybe she's always known. She's always been able to read him in an uncanny way that often leaves him wondering. Wondering how he got so lucky that night he met her in the bar. Wondering how someone can come into your life and alter its direction for the better.

If you'd told six-year-old Harvey that one day he would marry the love of his life, a woman named Donna, he would have laughed and said that all Donna's had cooties.

Now, as she pulls his wife closer to his chest and places a kiss to her forehead, he thanks every God that will listen for bringing Donna into his life. She had gone from that girl in the bar to his everything. His Donna.