Suits BigBang Fic-Of Fate and Choice 6/6
Title: Of Fate and Choice
Fandom: Suits, X-Men, X-Men: First Class
Notes: The final post for my Suits BigBang! Challenge fic. Thanks for sticking with it lovelies.
AN 2: The BIGGEST thank you to my lovely beta’s biodarkness and angel. biodarkness I have no idea how you did it so fast. Angel for being my constant sounding board and cheerleader and just one of the best friends I could ever ask for. THANK YOU.
Once again:
The fabulous art for this story:
Book cover done by Firefox1490 can be found here:
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Fanmix done by vertrauen and can be found here:
http://zellersee.livejournal.com/21401.html
Cover for the fanmix can be found here:
http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r191/Enigmaforum/Suits%20Big%20Bang/OFACAlbumCover.png
Part Twelve: Beyond the Beginning
Mike walked down the hall, briefcase in one hand, phone in the other, running through what they needed to hash out for the meeting in his head. He expected to be confronted with some problems because New York City’s best closer was cocky, but it was justified because he was so damn good at what he did. He got that from enough memories to prepare himself for the coming storm and if he were being honest he was kind of excited about it. He rarely got to fight with words.
He stopped a young man in the hall.
“Excuse me can you direct me towards Harvey Specter’s office?”
“Down the hall to the right, are you Mr. Ross?”
“And you’re the associate I’ve been dealing with all week huh?” Mike asked, the memories of the man before him filtering in. working late, stressing over this case because he didn’t agree with what they were defending because his sister was a mutant.
“Kyle Durant.”
“That’s me.”
Mike held his hand out, they shook, he grinned at the spike of interest he got at the contact. Kyle had thought that their conversations were interesting enough to get him checking into mutant law.
“You didn’t do such a bad job,” Mike assured him. “And you should consider it. We could use more people like you on our side.”
“Consider what?”
“Mutant law,” Mike fished a card out of his pocket. “Give me a call sometime. I’d be happy to talk to you about it.”
“I…thanks,” Kyle smiled at him. “I think I might take you up on that.”
“Go on and if your sister needs help have her call me too, I know people,” Mike told him quietly, Kyle’s eyes widened, Mike nodded to the silent question, the other man grinned.
“You have to go through Donna first,” Kyle pointed. “They’re waiting for you.”
“Thanks,” Mike nodded before he pocketed his phone and walked down the hall. He paused at the desk Kyle had mentioned and was greeted with the sight of redhead.
“Donna? I’m-”
“Mike Ross,” she murmured before she broke out into a grin. “I knew our paths would cross again.”
“I’m sorry?” Mike asked. “I don’t think we’ve met before. I’d remember someone as pretty as you.”
She shook her head.
“No, I guess we haven’t in this world have we?” she asked, Mike gave her a confused look, she just waved him towards the office.
“Go on in Harvey and Mr. Crake are waiting.”
“Great thank you.”
He headed inside and was immediately greeted with the sight of a very good looking man in a three piece suit standing there with his client. Mike took a minute to appreciate the view before he approached and held his hand out.
“Mr. Specter, Mike Ross, I’m representing Mr. Lensherr and Dr. Xavier,” they shook hands.
“Harvey Specter and your clients couldn’t be bothered to come with you today?”
“You’ll find that I have full authorization to act on behalf of them. I’m afraid they had a more pressing meeting with the President of the European Union that couldn’t be moved,” Mike replied coolly. “They’re about to introduce a new bill advocating mutant rights, the ones that your client blatantly disregarded a month ago when he attempted to strip my clients of their right to free speech.”
“They don’t have rights!” Crake shouted. “They’re freaks! All of you are freaks!”
“John be quiet,” Harvey warned.
“I’d do as he says,” Mike told him. “Because anything you say here will be put to use in a court of law because we fully intend on pressing charges where you will find yourself judged by a jury of your peers where one in every six of them will have a mutant in the family. Not to mention I know many judges who are for my rights as a citizen of this country.”
“You have no proof that my client tried to sabotage them at that rally,” Harvey pointed out. “It’s all hearsay and you’re lucky that I don’t press charges for the slander the media has been spinning about him.”
“Mr. Specter,” Mike walked over to his desk and put his messenger bag down, he opened the flap and pulled out a folder and held it out to him. “In that folder you’ll find sworn statements from all of Mr. Crake’s accomplices, who he bullied into doing with the threat of losing their jobs. All of them point to his intent to strip Charles Xavier and Erik Lensherr, the leaders of the mutant advocacy group of their right to speak at the rally last month. You will also find that the only reason one of them isn’t dead is because Mr. Lensherr’s powers afforded him the opportunity to feel the gun Mr. Crake had on him that day.”
“I-you have no proof. I never-”
Mike pulled out another folder, reached inside and pulled out a receipt and a photograph and handed it to Harvey.
“There you’ll find the receipt for the gun he bought the day before, the bullets, and a picture of it in sight taken from a traffic camera.”
“John what did you do?” Harvey asked.
“Thankfully nothing because Mr. Lensherr was able to disable the weapon but had your client been able to use it you wouldn’t be able to find his body,” Mike promised. Harvey raised an eyebrow.
“That’s a threat! You heard that Harvey he just threatened me,” Crake pointed at Mike who just gave him a smile.
“It’s not a threat, it’s actually a promise because you’ll find that Mr. Lensherr is very protective of his husband and those he cares about. Now,” Mike got one more item from the bag and presented it to Crake. Harvey snatched it before the other man could take it.
“What is this?”
“A letter from Joanna Crake, your client’s daughter,” Mike told him, Harvey’s eyes crinkled and he looked at his client. “You didn’t know he had one did you?”
“News to me and I’ve been your lawyer for three years now.”
“Probably because he threw her out when she was thirteen,” Mike told him.
“Because she wasn’t right! She was a freak and she deserved to-”
“When we found her she was half starved and beaten to within an inch of her life,” Mike told Harvey. “She told us that her father had done it to her because she could make water come out of her hands. She was at that rally with us to speak about being a youth mutant. Your client was acting with the intent of finishing the job he’d started and on enacting revenge on those who took her in.”
“John is this true?” Harvey asked quietly, Mike was surprised to see a memory of Harvey at a mutant rights rally back in college flicker through his mind. He wondered briefly if he had seen him at one, goodness knew he went to enough of them with Charles and Erik in case they needed an attorney.
“I was not! I did not-” he stopped talking when Mike tapped his forehead.
“You can’t hide things from me Mr. Crake, I can see it all in your memories, I know what you were planning.”
“That won’t hold up in court,” Harvey informed him. Mike smiled.
“No it won’t but I have ample evidence that will and I know at least ten judges who like me and love Charles and Erik.”
“They have no right to her. She’s a minor and mine,” Crake grumbled. “She’s not right and neither are you. It’s unnatural.”
“I’ve heard it all before Mr. Crake and the face of the matter is this: you gave up your rights,” Mike told him. “You and your wife didn’t even show up in court on the day we contested them. That folder also contains the transfer of custody to my clients. It was all legal. That letter is her final goodbye and a restraining order against Mr. Crake and his wife. Now,” Mike sat down opposite his client. “Let’s talk about how much time you’re going to give me in prison and damages.”
Harvey’s lips quirked into a grin as he took a seat and kept his client quiet as he looked at Mike.
“This should be interesting.”
“And fun,” Mike replied with a smirk. “Can’t forget that.”
-
He stood outside of Pearson Hardman, fiddling with his bike lock because he wanted to get back to his hotel room for the night, rest and then make sure the paperwork for Crake went through. When he was processed Mike would rest a little easier and head home to his classes.
“Ross!”
He stopped with his bike, stood, and turned to find Specter walking towards him.
“Yes?” he asked.
“Look I just wanted to…apologize for my clients words, please know that they do not reflect the views of myself or the firm,” Harvey told him. Mike grinned.
“I know it doesn’t and honestly it’s nothing I haven’t heard before,” Mike replied. “It comes with the territory.”
There was silence between them.
“You rode your bike here?” Harvey asked incredulously.
“I usually do when I’m in the city,” Mike chuckled. “My powers make it difficult to drive and I’m not looking to endanger anyone besides myself.”
More silence.
“Fair enough.”
“I think so,” Mike told him. He was about to turn back to said bike when a black car pulled up. He straightened up when Charles got out of the backseat with Erik right behind him. “Aren’t you supposed to be with the EU President?”
“We may be an old married couple but we are still capable of multi-tasking,” Erik teased. Mike chuckled. “And something has come up, we’re needed back home. Are things squared about with Crake?”
“I promise he’ll be taken care of by tomorrow morning,” Harvey replied.
“He’s right, he’ll be serving five years for attempted assault and has agreed to stay away from Joanna,” Mike replied. “This is Harvey Specter, Mr. Crake’s council.”
“Pleasure, “Charles shook his hand. “I hate to ruin the conversation but we really must be going.”
Mike glanced into the back of the car and found that Kitty, Rogue, and Bobby were all waiting for him with Scott in the front seat with Jean.
“You can leave your bike here, I’ll store it somewhere safe,” Harvey offered. “The least I can do after the comments.”
“Fair enough,” Mike repeated as he handed him the key. “If something happens to it I’ll know where to find you.”
“Mike,” Erik said. He rolled his eyes.
“Coming, coming, coming.”
“I hope to see you again Mr. Specter.”
“Harvey.”
“Then you can call me Mike,” he grinned as he waved and slid into the backseat. Charles and Erik followed him in and they pulled away from the curb.
“Who was that morsel?” Jean asked him. Mike shrugged.
“Opposing council, he was fun,” Mike replied.
“Details later,” Kitty informed him. “Because he was cute. I suggest you get on that.”
“Children the last thing we need is to hear about potential boyfriends for Mike,” Erik huffed; they all turned their eyes to him. “There are more pressing concerns to deal with.”
Charles chuckled and pressed a kiss to Erik’s cheek, they all rolled their eyes.
“Says the man who still acts like he’s on his honeymoon,” Bobby teased. Erik’s lips twitched.
“Can you blame me though?”
“You’ll certainly hear no complaints from me,” Charles told him, Erik gave him a wolfish grin,
“And to stop y’all from having eye-sex in the car why don’t we tell Mike what’s up,” Rogue suggested. “World impending doom of course.”
“Must be Thursday,” Mike said. “Let’s go be superheroes.”
Fandom: Suits, X-Men, X-Men: First Class
Notes: The final post for my Suits BigBang! Challenge fic. Thanks for sticking with it lovelies.
AN 2: The BIGGEST thank you to my lovely beta’s biodarkness and angel. biodarkness I have no idea how you did it so fast. Angel for being my constant sounding board and cheerleader and just one of the best friends I could ever ask for. THANK YOU.
Once again:
The fabulous art for this story:
Book cover done by Firefox1490 can be found here:
http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r191/Enigmaforum/Suits%20Big%20Bang/OfFateandChoiceBookCover.jpg
Fanmix done by vertrauen and can be found here:
http://zellersee.livejournal.com/21401.html
Cover for the fanmix can be found here:
http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r191/Enigmaforum/Suits%20Big%20Bang/OFACAlbumCover.png
Part Twelve: Beyond the Beginning
Mike walked down the hall, briefcase in one hand, phone in the other, running through what they needed to hash out for the meeting in his head. He expected to be confronted with some problems because New York City’s best closer was cocky, but it was justified because he was so damn good at what he did. He got that from enough memories to prepare himself for the coming storm and if he were being honest he was kind of excited about it. He rarely got to fight with words.
He stopped a young man in the hall.
“Excuse me can you direct me towards Harvey Specter’s office?”
“Down the hall to the right, are you Mr. Ross?”
“And you’re the associate I’ve been dealing with all week huh?” Mike asked, the memories of the man before him filtering in. working late, stressing over this case because he didn’t agree with what they were defending because his sister was a mutant.
“Kyle Durant.”
“That’s me.”
Mike held his hand out, they shook, he grinned at the spike of interest he got at the contact. Kyle had thought that their conversations were interesting enough to get him checking into mutant law.
“You didn’t do such a bad job,” Mike assured him. “And you should consider it. We could use more people like you on our side.”
“Consider what?”
“Mutant law,” Mike fished a card out of his pocket. “Give me a call sometime. I’d be happy to talk to you about it.”
“I…thanks,” Kyle smiled at him. “I think I might take you up on that.”
“Go on and if your sister needs help have her call me too, I know people,” Mike told him quietly, Kyle’s eyes widened, Mike nodded to the silent question, the other man grinned.
“You have to go through Donna first,” Kyle pointed. “They’re waiting for you.”
“Thanks,” Mike nodded before he pocketed his phone and walked down the hall. He paused at the desk Kyle had mentioned and was greeted with the sight of redhead.
“Donna? I’m-”
“Mike Ross,” she murmured before she broke out into a grin. “I knew our paths would cross again.”
“I’m sorry?” Mike asked. “I don’t think we’ve met before. I’d remember someone as pretty as you.”
She shook her head.
“No, I guess we haven’t in this world have we?” she asked, Mike gave her a confused look, she just waved him towards the office.
“Go on in Harvey and Mr. Crake are waiting.”
“Great thank you.”
He headed inside and was immediately greeted with the sight of a very good looking man in a three piece suit standing there with his client. Mike took a minute to appreciate the view before he approached and held his hand out.
“Mr. Specter, Mike Ross, I’m representing Mr. Lensherr and Dr. Xavier,” they shook hands.
“Harvey Specter and your clients couldn’t be bothered to come with you today?”
“You’ll find that I have full authorization to act on behalf of them. I’m afraid they had a more pressing meeting with the President of the European Union that couldn’t be moved,” Mike replied coolly. “They’re about to introduce a new bill advocating mutant rights, the ones that your client blatantly disregarded a month ago when he attempted to strip my clients of their right to free speech.”
“They don’t have rights!” Crake shouted. “They’re freaks! All of you are freaks!”
“John be quiet,” Harvey warned.
“I’d do as he says,” Mike told him. “Because anything you say here will be put to use in a court of law because we fully intend on pressing charges where you will find yourself judged by a jury of your peers where one in every six of them will have a mutant in the family. Not to mention I know many judges who are for my rights as a citizen of this country.”
“You have no proof that my client tried to sabotage them at that rally,” Harvey pointed out. “It’s all hearsay and you’re lucky that I don’t press charges for the slander the media has been spinning about him.”
“Mr. Specter,” Mike walked over to his desk and put his messenger bag down, he opened the flap and pulled out a folder and held it out to him. “In that folder you’ll find sworn statements from all of Mr. Crake’s accomplices, who he bullied into doing with the threat of losing their jobs. All of them point to his intent to strip Charles Xavier and Erik Lensherr, the leaders of the mutant advocacy group of their right to speak at the rally last month. You will also find that the only reason one of them isn’t dead is because Mr. Lensherr’s powers afforded him the opportunity to feel the gun Mr. Crake had on him that day.”
“I-you have no proof. I never-”
Mike pulled out another folder, reached inside and pulled out a receipt and a photograph and handed it to Harvey.
“There you’ll find the receipt for the gun he bought the day before, the bullets, and a picture of it in sight taken from a traffic camera.”
“John what did you do?” Harvey asked.
“Thankfully nothing because Mr. Lensherr was able to disable the weapon but had your client been able to use it you wouldn’t be able to find his body,” Mike promised. Harvey raised an eyebrow.
“That’s a threat! You heard that Harvey he just threatened me,” Crake pointed at Mike who just gave him a smile.
“It’s not a threat, it’s actually a promise because you’ll find that Mr. Lensherr is very protective of his husband and those he cares about. Now,” Mike got one more item from the bag and presented it to Crake. Harvey snatched it before the other man could take it.
“What is this?”
“A letter from Joanna Crake, your client’s daughter,” Mike told him, Harvey’s eyes crinkled and he looked at his client. “You didn’t know he had one did you?”
“News to me and I’ve been your lawyer for three years now.”
“Probably because he threw her out when she was thirteen,” Mike told him.
“Because she wasn’t right! She was a freak and she deserved to-”
“When we found her she was half starved and beaten to within an inch of her life,” Mike told Harvey. “She told us that her father had done it to her because she could make water come out of her hands. She was at that rally with us to speak about being a youth mutant. Your client was acting with the intent of finishing the job he’d started and on enacting revenge on those who took her in.”
“John is this true?” Harvey asked quietly, Mike was surprised to see a memory of Harvey at a mutant rights rally back in college flicker through his mind. He wondered briefly if he had seen him at one, goodness knew he went to enough of them with Charles and Erik in case they needed an attorney.
“I was not! I did not-” he stopped talking when Mike tapped his forehead.
“You can’t hide things from me Mr. Crake, I can see it all in your memories, I know what you were planning.”
“That won’t hold up in court,” Harvey informed him. Mike smiled.
“No it won’t but I have ample evidence that will and I know at least ten judges who like me and love Charles and Erik.”
“They have no right to her. She’s a minor and mine,” Crake grumbled. “She’s not right and neither are you. It’s unnatural.”
“I’ve heard it all before Mr. Crake and the face of the matter is this: you gave up your rights,” Mike told him. “You and your wife didn’t even show up in court on the day we contested them. That folder also contains the transfer of custody to my clients. It was all legal. That letter is her final goodbye and a restraining order against Mr. Crake and his wife. Now,” Mike sat down opposite his client. “Let’s talk about how much time you’re going to give me in prison and damages.”
Harvey’s lips quirked into a grin as he took a seat and kept his client quiet as he looked at Mike.
“This should be interesting.”
“And fun,” Mike replied with a smirk. “Can’t forget that.”
-
He stood outside of Pearson Hardman, fiddling with his bike lock because he wanted to get back to his hotel room for the night, rest and then make sure the paperwork for Crake went through. When he was processed Mike would rest a little easier and head home to his classes.
“Ross!”
He stopped with his bike, stood, and turned to find Specter walking towards him.
“Yes?” he asked.
“Look I just wanted to…apologize for my clients words, please know that they do not reflect the views of myself or the firm,” Harvey told him. Mike grinned.
“I know it doesn’t and honestly it’s nothing I haven’t heard before,” Mike replied. “It comes with the territory.”
There was silence between them.
“You rode your bike here?” Harvey asked incredulously.
“I usually do when I’m in the city,” Mike chuckled. “My powers make it difficult to drive and I’m not looking to endanger anyone besides myself.”
More silence.
“Fair enough.”
“I think so,” Mike told him. He was about to turn back to said bike when a black car pulled up. He straightened up when Charles got out of the backseat with Erik right behind him. “Aren’t you supposed to be with the EU President?”
“We may be an old married couple but we are still capable of multi-tasking,” Erik teased. Mike chuckled. “And something has come up, we’re needed back home. Are things squared about with Crake?”
“I promise he’ll be taken care of by tomorrow morning,” Harvey replied.
“He’s right, he’ll be serving five years for attempted assault and has agreed to stay away from Joanna,” Mike replied. “This is Harvey Specter, Mr. Crake’s council.”
“Pleasure, “Charles shook his hand. “I hate to ruin the conversation but we really must be going.”
Mike glanced into the back of the car and found that Kitty, Rogue, and Bobby were all waiting for him with Scott in the front seat with Jean.
“You can leave your bike here, I’ll store it somewhere safe,” Harvey offered. “The least I can do after the comments.”
“Fair enough,” Mike repeated as he handed him the key. “If something happens to it I’ll know where to find you.”
“Mike,” Erik said. He rolled his eyes.
“Coming, coming, coming.”
“I hope to see you again Mr. Specter.”
“Harvey.”
“Then you can call me Mike,” he grinned as he waved and slid into the backseat. Charles and Erik followed him in and they pulled away from the curb.
“Who was that morsel?” Jean asked him. Mike shrugged.
“Opposing council, he was fun,” Mike replied.
“Details later,” Kitty informed him. “Because he was cute. I suggest you get on that.”
“Children the last thing we need is to hear about potential boyfriends for Mike,” Erik huffed; they all turned their eyes to him. “There are more pressing concerns to deal with.”
Charles chuckled and pressed a kiss to Erik’s cheek, they all rolled their eyes.
“Says the man who still acts like he’s on his honeymoon,” Bobby teased. Erik’s lips twitched.
“Can you blame me though?”
“You’ll certainly hear no complaints from me,” Charles told him, Erik gave him a wolfish grin,
“And to stop y’all from having eye-sex in the car why don’t we tell Mike what’s up,” Rogue suggested. “World impending doom of course.”
“Must be Thursday,” Mike said. “Let’s go be superheroes.”