A.N. Started scribblings this down in my medical terminology notebook (after taking a horribly long test-guess who totally passed? Yeah. ;D) and thought I'd come home, type it out, and share it with you guys! I don't own Suits! But thank God for USA Network! (Yay for fan-service :D) Let me remind you this might not be super well written 'cause I was bored and experimenting with the idea and trying to characterize Mike and Harvey is still hard for me -.- But I hope you guys enjoy it :D! Btw, I know events like this usually take place during the evening/night, not the mornings, but roll with it for me? This was written right before lunch, I was starving and delirious. :0

Chapter One.

Harvey snatched the cup of coffee, freshly brewed, from his associates grasp and started sipping on it as he continued to walk toward the limo outside of Pearson Hardman.

"That's awesome, yeah, I didn't want coffee this morning anyway." Mike sighed, as he jogged a little to keep up with his mentor, who always seemed to be on the move and at least three steps ahead of him; both physically and metaphorically.

"Heard that." Harvey called out, gulping the rest of Mikes coffee. He didn't exactly have a preference, so long as there was caffeine in his system, and taking it from his pup was just far too convenient an opportunity to pass up sometimes.

"You were meant to." the younger man rebutted with a small smirk, as he caught up to his superior, on their way to the limo, where Ray was already holding the door open for Harvey.

"Good morning sir," he greeted Harvey, closing the door behind him as he entered, then nodded to Mike with a smile, as the associate got in through the other side, returning the smile politely.

Mike turned to his boss, "So who're we going to see? I didn't even know we had a new case."

"Not a case," Harvey corrected, sipping at the steamy Styrofoam cup. "It's a banquet for the biggest clients of our firm. A lot of the partners bring their associates to mingle and make good impressions on the other senior partners and a majority of wealthy benefactors."

Mike feigned awe. "Ooh, another chance to kiss ass at an I-earn-more-money-in-a-day-than-you'll-ever-see-in-your-lifetime convention." he rolled his eyes as he sunk into the seat, suddenly not so enthusiastic to get to where they were headed.

Harvey raised a brow, "Mike, this face? It's me caring about whether or not you want to go to this event and 'kiss ass' as you so eloquently put it. I had the good grace to bring you, and seeing as how you're a representation of me, you will act like you're damn happy to be there and you will smile at all the clients even if they do make at least thrice your yearly salary in a month."

Mike decided not to answer that, and crossed his arms over his chest, looking out the window instead. Stupid Harvey, always having to make him look like an ungrateful child.

The rest of the limo ride was full of awkward, uncomfortable silence on Mikes part. Harvey didn't seem to mind in the least, as he looked through the relevant news section of his New York Times paper. Ray looked in the mirror, back at the two lawyers and shook his head subtly. He understood where Mike was coming from; Ray knew just from looking at the kid that he wasn't like those other associates at Pearson Hardman. Mike didn't look like someone who didn't appreciate the small things in life, nor did he seem like someone who'd had the most privileged life, either. However, he also saw Harveys view on the whole fiasco. Things like making good impressions in social situations were top priority in this cut-throat world of lawyers, even Ray knew that.

Upon their arrival, Harvey and Mike parted ways without a word, both residing to opposite corners of the room, purposely ignoring one another.

Harvey made conversation with the CEO of a pharmaceutical company he'd represented in court a couple of years back, all the while keeping an eye on his pup. Sure, he was ticked off at the kid, but that didn't mean he wasn't still his responsibility. He noted that Mike was doing surprisingly well, making what seemed to be animated conversation with one of the firms' most wealthy clients, a Dante Shailor.

Harvey had to admit, he was impressed. Dante was an eccentric billionaire with too much free time and not enough to do-his late father had been the inventor of the toaster and his son had coasted through life on trust-fund money until in his late thirties, he'd taken over the company as President. The guy had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, exactly the kind of person Mike had been dreading to meet in the car, but it looked as if Harvey had worried for naught. The pair looked to be getting along splendidly.

Even if Harvey was glad about this, he was also taken aback. Dante Shailor, although possibly their wealthiest client in the firm, never spoke more than two words to anyone-not even Jessica Pearson herself. He came to these events and just sat or stood in a corner by himself with that one drink he'd taken at the beginning of the event all night, often texting-as juvenile as this sounded. But he seemed to have taken a liking to his associate, and everyone else noticed this as well.

Harvey would catch the rest of the senior partners, Jessica, Louis, and the associates who had been invited to the event cast surprised or mildly impressed glances at the two.

"Looks like Mr. Ross and Mr. Shailor are really hitting it off." Jessica walked over to Harvey in her elegant dress, tailored to fit every curve on her body with ease, and ordered a cocktail.

"Make it two." Harvey told the bar tender, "Kid didn't even want to come to this thing. Got all teenage cynic on me in the limo on the way here, had to set him in his place."

Jessica arched a brow, "On the way here? You didn't tell him about it 'till you were in the limo, did you?" she asked knowingly, shaking her head at the man.

"What?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders innocently, "He would have tried to opt out of it otherwise, he abhors these kind of events, I know Mike."

"Whatever you say Harvey, he looks to be thriving. I don't know how," she said, a small tone of awe in her voice. "We've been trying to make a rapport with the man for years, he never consults us when he does something major with his company or decides to take off for vacation, it's a chaos trying to keep up with the man. Hopefully with this new relationship Mr. Ross initiated things might get easier."

Harvey glared at his boss slightly. "Mike didn't initiate a relationship, Jessica, it's just work." he said, almost to himself, and missed the knowing look Jessica gave him, and the small smirk that accompanied it, as she patted his arm and went off with her cocktail in her lovely dress to make conversation with the rest of her firms prestigious clients.

On the other side of the room, Dante was laughing at something Mike had said, Louis noticed, as he passed the couple, jealousy grabbing hold of him. He'd tried to coerce Mr. Shailor for years, the man had never budged once, and now Harveys associate extraordinarily came into the picture and practically had the man eating out of the palm of his hand. "What a joke." Louis sneered under his breath.

Kyle Durant, Louis' protege' associate, walked behind him, and glared at the pair as well, angry he hadn't been able to make such a good impression, but that Mike Ross of all people had. As he passed though, he noticed the particular drink Mike was holding. Not many people in the room were drinking the red concoction, and he saw that there was only a small tray of them floating around with the waiter. Kyle grinned with malice as an idea formed in his mind. Mike Ross wouldn't be impressing much anyone throwing up all over the place-the clients and the other partners would think he couldn't handle his liquor and he'd end up being one big embarrassment.

Kyle excused himself for a moment and went to the bathroom. He checked his pockets and came up with a small bottle of ipecac, a liquid syrupy substance used to induce vomiting. He almost hadn't remembered he'd taken the medicine from his parents' house when visiting last week-he dreaded having to visit his family-and had had to make his mothers' dog Fifi drink the stuff after she'd eaten a large piece of chocolate cake.

He took the red drink from one of the waiters as he stepped outside and mixed the syrup in it, surprised when it blended in with the blood red drink. "Hey, c'mere." he called one of the waiters very discretely, handing him the drink and stuffing a twenty into his pocket. "Give that blond guy right there this drink, okay?"

The waiter looked at him suspiciously, but agreed-it was twenty bucks in his pocket, after all. He walked the room and when he got to Mike, he said "Drink sir?" holding up the one Kyle had given him.

Mike smiled. "Thank you." he took the drink and continued to talk to the eccentric billionaire, who was absolutely thrilled with his eidetic memory, and had an almost unhealthy love of graphic novels. Mike didn't want to get drunk at this event and chose to stick with this low-alcoholic drink in his hand. It didn't exactly have a kick to it, and was quite sweet, which was probably the reason not many folks were going for it, but he wasn't exactly a great drinker. Upon taking a few gulps, he frowned. It was sweet still, with a slightly bitter after taste. Mike didn't give it much thought though, as he continued to take sips of the drink and talk to Dante in an animated fashion.

"Give me one good reason."

Dante grinned. "I'm rich."

Mike rolled his eyes. "Uh, semi-lawyer here, I may not be able to buy a giraffe and my own amusement park like Michael Jackson did but I'm on time with the rent." he bragged.

Dante laughed, "Fine fine, how 'bout this? I'd buy you the entire collection of Captain America comics, mint condition, that same Italian Lamborghini used in Mission Impossible 3, tea with any of your favorite sports' team-"

"Whoa," Mike stopped him there. "You think I can just be bought with material things? Because you had me at mint condition. I am all yours, seriously, I don't even need a ring on my finger, the Lamborghini will be proof enough that we took vows."

The billionaire chuckled, putting an arm around the younger man. "So it's settled then? You'll marry me, quit law, and we'll travel around the world together?" he jested, Mike laughing along, as he drank the rest of his alcoholic beverage.

"You bet."

Harvey set down his own drink, narrowing his eyes at the two men across the room.

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