another post where nothing happens
Okay, so I'm swiping this from bauble because it looked fun and I make poor decisions. Go ahead and request any fandom I've ever written, which means Inception, Teen Wolf, Harry Potter, XMen: First Class, Suits, TSN, Avengers (I wrote a snippet...once...it was Clint/Darcy), and Veronica Mars (no, my VM fic is not locatable, or finished, but) are all on
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Mike had not been planning to go to Dr. Specter's office hours. For one, Specter didn't even hold office hours; for two, Mike wasn't in his class. It was completely not Mike's fault that he stumbled past the law school's secretary and got shunted into Specter's office with a suitcase full of pot.
That said, Mike would kind of like to take credit for getting hired as Specter's T.A. It was good, anyway, because he needed a job for work-study.
After a month, though, Mike could say with some certainty that he could do with fewer crying undergraduates coming to him with their tear-stained test results.
"Hey doc," Mike says, flopping down onto the small leather sofa in Harvey's office.
Harvey--and Mike doesn't know when he started thinking of him by his first name--looks up over the rims of actual wire-rimmed spectacles.
"Did you finish the grading?"
"Yes," Mike says, fishing the papers out of his bag. "What do you take me for? But I came here, actually, to talk about the crying."
Harvey stares across his desk at Mike. He looks faintly amused.
"The undergraduates cry," Mike says. "To me. Because you have no office hours."
"That's why I hired you, kid," Harvey says, shuffling through some papers. "Now get out of my office."
So Mike gets, and the undergraduates keep. crying. Which might not be very surprising. What's more surprising is that Mike ends up drinking scotch with Harvey in his office sometime after exams, before Christmas, because Harvey has no one to go home to and Mike has no home to go to. Which sounds depressing. He's going to see his gran, but it's not like he lives with her.
"Is it weird that you keep scotch in your office, or is it weird that I think it's weird?" Mike asks.
"If you're asking that question, we have a problem," Harvey, who apparently is not drunk, says.
"Why am I here?" Mike asks, and Harvey quirks an eyebrow.
"Because you were smarter than those other punks I interviewed," he says. "I didn't think you were the type to demand affirmation."
Mike isn't, not really. But this is Harvey Specter, the law school's most revered and feared professor, and Mike finds him...confusing. He lies down on the sofa.
"I'm not a psychiatrist," Harvey says, and adjusts his glasses on his face. He's marking papers. That's why Mike's here--to help mark papers. That makes sense. For some reason, things for a little weird in there.
"Wake me up when you want me to look at some more," Mike says, propping his feet up on the sofa's armrest.
"I knew you'd be a lightweight," Harvey says, but he sounds amused.
When Mike wakes up, someone's dropped a blanket over him, and light is slanting through the blinds over the office window.
"Huh," Mike says, mostly to himself, rubbing his forehead. Donna's there when he steps out.
"Walk of shame?" she asks.
"From Harvey's office?" Mike counters.
Donna just raises an eyebrow, and spins her chair back towards her computer.
Huh.
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Harvey would make such an horrible teacher. And of course there would be tons of crying !
Anyway I loooove this (walk of shame, walk of shame) and I would totally beg for more if it wasn't for Inceptwolf. Because this needs to happen more than anything.
(Even if, you know. Donna.)
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