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crack_van2013-12-30 09:16 am
merryghoul) wrote in crack_van2013-12-30 09:16 am
Disaster Stories by agatestones (Explicit)
Fandom: SUITS
Pairing: Harvey/Mike
Length: 22,187
Author on LJ: not that I know of
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read: There aren't a lot of "fandom classics" for Suits at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
crack_van that haven't been already recced. "Disaster Stories," however, hasn't been recced--until now, and just in the nick of time, too. In this fic, a series of bad things happening to various people are milestones in Harvey and Mike's relationship. Alas, some of this fic has already been Jossed with current show canon.
In my opinion, this is one of the few Harvey/Mike fics for me that builds up a relationship between them while keeping the two close to who they are in canon.
It was a lot of work. Even with Mike's brain, it was a lot of work: he had no idea how the other associates could stand it. It was August and he felt like he hadn't slept more than four hours a night since he'd started at Pearson Hardman in July. It was not unreasonable to wonder sometimes whether he was losing his mind.
It was shortly after lunch and Mike was in Harvey's office taking notes. Harvey paced in his space ignoring the excellent view, hand-gestures expansive, as he listed all the angles Mike should be trying. Mike enjoyed seeing him this way: it was rare that Harvey forgot he should be cool and delved into the intricacies of legal maneuver. Mike liked him more the more he exposed his inner nerd. A half-smile was dawning on Harvey's face, totally unconscious, as he described the unintended consequences of contract clauses. And then the building got up and stretched.

That's how Mike described it later, still not quite able to put into words how the door in its frame tapped against the strike-plate, glass on steel like a dented bell. The pulls on the lamps swayed in the air between him and Harvey, all by themselves. Mike felt a surprise wave of nausea and the view outside the windows moved subtly, all of it in the same direction. His brain lurched with vertigo as he realized he was the one moving. The whole office was moving.
Disaster Stories
Pairing: Harvey/Mike
Length: 22,187
Author on LJ: not that I know of
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read: There aren't a lot of "fandom classics" for Suits at
crack_van that haven't been already recced. "Disaster Stories," however, hasn't been recced--until now, and just in the nick of time, too. In this fic, a series of bad things happening to various people are milestones in Harvey and Mike's relationship. Alas, some of this fic has already been Jossed with current show canon.In my opinion, this is one of the few Harvey/Mike fics for me that builds up a relationship between them while keeping the two close to who they are in canon.
It was a lot of work. Even with Mike's brain, it was a lot of work: he had no idea how the other associates could stand it. It was August and he felt like he hadn't slept more than four hours a night since he'd started at Pearson Hardman in July. It was not unreasonable to wonder sometimes whether he was losing his mind.
It was shortly after lunch and Mike was in Harvey's office taking notes. Harvey paced in his space ignoring the excellent view, hand-gestures expansive, as he listed all the angles Mike should be trying. Mike enjoyed seeing him this way: it was rare that Harvey forgot he should be cool and delved into the intricacies of legal maneuver. Mike liked him more the more he exposed his inner nerd. A half-smile was dawning on Harvey's face, totally unconscious, as he described the unintended consequences of contract clauses. And then the building got up and stretched.

That's how Mike described it later, still not quite able to put into words how the door in its frame tapped against the strike-plate, glass on steel like a dented bell. The pulls on the lamps swayed in the air between him and Harvey, all by themselves. Mike felt a surprise wave of nausea and the view outside the windows moved subtly, all of it in the same direction. His brain lurched with vertigo as he realized he was the one moving. The whole office was moving.
Disaster Stories