` A/N: This is not my first fanfic but it's my first fanfic in a while and I'm really not proud of the other (mostly unfinished) fics I've posted. So here's a second try. Personally I think there isn't nearly enough Harvey whump in the suits fandom so I've set out to rectify that. Don't worry though, Mike will be a central character as well, and the rest of the cast should definitely make an appearance. That being said, I cannot promise regular updates as my muse is often fleeting. However, the more of you that enjoy this, the more likely I am to update ASAP. I have some plans for where this goes but nothing else written yet. I don't think this will involve a ship but if it does it will most likely end up being Marvey. Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!

"There you go Harvey. Just like that. I know it hurts baby but that's how you know it's gonna turn out beautiful. Don't you want to make something beautiful?"

He was running late. Not typical Mike late, late late, and it wasn't his fault, it really wasn't except for the fact that it one hundred percent absolutely was. He'd meant to set an alarm, he really had, but somewhere in his Redbull-hazed mind the thought must have slipped away. So maybe it wasn't his fault after all. Either way Harvey was going to be pissed. And not typical Harvey pissed, pissed pissed. Mike wondered what Harvey would do if he explained that he'd intended to be on time, and isn't it the thought that counts?

Mike was mulling over all the ways Harvey could fire him when he collided full speed into an innocent woman. In retrospect he probably should've spent less time mulling and more time taking in his surroundings. On the other hand, the force of the impact had knocked an autumn leaf from his hair and the last thing he needed was to walk into the bullpen covered in foliage.

He was knocked from his thoughts by the sound of laughter. The woman he'd knocked over had stood up and was giggling like a preteen. She quickly composed herself as he looked over, and he took her in quickly. She was middle-aged, he would guess mid-sixties, but her eyes were bright and Mike was seriously considering inquiring about her moisturizing routine, as her skin was smooth and clear. Instead, he began apologizing profusely.

"Shit! I'm sorry! Are you okay! Fuck! Sorry about the profanity, ma'am. And the whole running into you thing. Sorry about that too. Just sorry in general. And I'm rambling aren't I."

She laughed again.

"Don't worry, Dear, I'm fine. Besides, sometimes we all need a bit of a push to jumpstart our day." She winked at him and he decided that he liked her immediately. He still felt like an asshole though.

"Now that I've sufficiently humiliated myself is there anything I can help you with? Are you here for a meeting?"

"No, I'm actually here to visit my son. I haven't been to visit in a while and he certainly never visits me so I thought I'd stop in and surprise him."

Mike could relate, he barely had time to visit his own kitchen, much less family. Which you don't have, his brain helpfully reminded him.

"Let me guess, he's an associate? We don't even have time to brush our teeth in the mornings!"

The woman laughed.

"In that case I hope the firm has a good dental plan."

Mike smiled widely, fully aware that it made him look insane.

"So shall I escort you to the bullpen?"

"No actually my son's not an associate, I believe he's a junior partner?"

Mike cocked his head and began analyzing her face for clues as to who's mother she could be. He didn't know many of the junior partners very well, and most of them were way too old to have such a young-looking mother anyway. She spoke before he could figure it out.

"His name is Harvey Specter. Do you know him?"

Mike blinked. Harvey. Harvey's mother. That was impossible. Mike knew intellectually that Harvey had to have parents and he knew from the time they got high together that Harvey's relationship with his mother wasn't great, but none of this really prepared him for the woman standing before him. Harvey Specter's mother. Harvey. Specter's. Mother.

"Uhhmm, ahem, I'm his associate."

"Oh that's perfect dear, would you be so kind as to show me to his office."

Mike nodded blankly, still in shock. He walked dazedly to Harvey's office. The woman - Harvey's mother - trailing behind him. As he approached Donna's desk the redhead looked up, and immediately spit coffee from her mouth. She looked shocked for a moment or two and then the shock was replaced with a look Donna reserved for only the worst of the worst that walked through the doors of Pearson Hardman. The true scum. She leveled this gaze at the woman behind Mike, and then, much to his horror, at Mike himself.

"Lily," she greeted coldly.

"Donna-" Mike suddenly felt the strange need to defend himself but Donna cut him off before he could really say anything.

"Harvey is in a meeting."

Mike shivered at Donna's threatening tone but the woman, apparently named Lily, didn't seem the least bit bothered.

"I'll wait."

She sauntered into Harvey's office and perched on his couch, leaving behind a bewildered Mike at the mercy of a murderous Donna.

"'Donna..." he tried again.

"Here's what you are going to do. Find Harvey once the meeting's done and tell him the investment bankers downstairs set off another fire alarm and the whole building being evacuated."

"But-"

"Tell him Jessica's pissed and I've gone home and you think the two of you should probably avoid returning to the office for the day. You're a terrible liar so chances are he won't believe you."

"I'm not a terrible liar!" Mike protested.

"Mike, focus. He'll call me and I'll corroborate your story. He'll still be suspicious but he won't return to the office, not with an angry Jessica and no brilliant secretary to hide behind. He'll grill you for info and you'll want to crack."

"I won't-"

Donna raised an eyebrow.

"Ok, shutting up now."

"I don't care what you tell him, as long as you don't mention his mother. Think you can handle that, puppy?"

Mike frowned at the nickname.

"I know Harvey has a bad history with his mom, but don't you think we should at least tell him she's here. You know, let him make the decision himself?"

Donna smiled widely but her eyes spelled out murder.

"Are you questioning me Mike?"

"Nope, not questioning. Shutting up, and doing as told."

"Good. Text me once you've talked to him."

Mike chewed on his lip, more than a bit worried about the prospect of lying to Harvey.

"What about Jessica?"

"I'll handle Jessica."

"And what about her?" Make gestured to Lily, still perched elegantly on Harvey's leather couch.

"Mike. You do your job and I'll handle the rest. Got it?"

Mike swallowed hard.

"Got it."

And with one last look at the woman in Harvey's office, whom he now couldn't help but note was the spitting image of her son, Mike turned tail and headed back towards the elevators.

"Don't cry, baby. You know I love you. Mommy will always love you Harv. You're Mommy's beautiful baby boy."

TBC