Part three in the War Wounds series.

Part One: War Wounds
Part Two: We Only Part To Meet Again

( He wakes up sometime in the middle of the night, sweat cold on his forehead and Harvey’s arms hot around him and his heart is beating loudly in his ears, skin prickling uncomfortably from whatever nightmare he’d pulled himself from and it takes him a few seconds to remember he’s back in New York... )

Companion piece to Part One: War Wounds, Harvey's POV this time.

( Harvey hates it when Mike isn’t here. He hates the silence in the apartment, the neat tidiness, the lack of wet footprints across the wood floor in the morning and the fact that Mike’s hands don’t wake him up, hot and damp from the shower, but sure and knowing... )

Yeah I have no idea where this came from, if I was to blame anyone I would blame looleebelle for posting pictures of Patrick J Adams in combat gear!

Oh and by the way...new icon by the_last_shadow, ever wonderful as always! Love you Shads.

Anyway...fic...totally unrelated to anything else I am writing right now.

( He’d stayed safe, kept his head down, came back to Harvey with a few new scars and a new aversion to loud noises... )