A\N There will be triggering content in the form of abuse and the mention of abuse. I have tried to keep it short but you have been warned.

It has been a couple of races since the disaster that was the Belgian Grand Prix and the time has come for the Grand Prix that I have been looking forward to the least. There is a strong possibility that it will be the second worst weekend of my life. In case you are wondering, I am preparing to travel to Sochi which is in Russia. Which means Dmitry will be there. For some reason, he and his cronies have taken a dislike to me. The thing is I know that I just need to focus on helping Mick. I've already impressed the people that I need to. I just hope that Mick doesn't pick up on my unease. I take a deep breath. I am quick to make a one-eighty.

"Mick I'm sorry to ruin the mood but I need to get something off of my chest," I announce as Mick joins me. The reason for my change of mind is because of the fact that I am going to need some help if anything goes wrong.

"What's wrong?" Mick asks. I can see the look of concern on Mick's face at my sudden declaration.

"I'm worried about what is going to happen in Sochi," I announce. I then proceed to tell him about Dmitry and his cronies' thing against me. It feels weird talking to him about it but it makes me feel a little more confident going into the Russian Grand Prix.

"Look Morgan, all I can do is offer to help when you need it. Other than that there is not much that I can do," Mick responds. He is right. It's just one weekend. How bad can things really get?

"Just stay out of trouble for me Mick. That's all you need to do for me," I respond. It has been a couple of days since then and right now I am getting the car ready for the first free practice session. I can feel the burning sensation of someone watching me. I am quick to finish the last bits of preparation. I glance at the person to find that it is the worst offender in terms of Dmitry's cronies. I shake my head as I leave. I am right where I need to be. Unlike him, I can navigate my way around a Formula 1 car. The creep follows me to the hospitality area. I grab a snack to nibble on while I wait for the countdown to free practice to end. I am about to stop when the guy grabs my wrists forcing me to drop the snack. Oh great. I try my best to wiggle free but my attempts are in vain.

"I'm sorry sir but I have work to do," I tried to reason with him. Unfortunately, he has his mind set on something else. A shiver travels down my spine. This can't be happening. I can feel my breath starting to shake. I need to escape. Again I try my best but my efforts are in vain. His grip is too strong. He is about to force himself on me when he is interrupted by someone walking in.

"You're lucky someone else is here," he whispers as he forces my arm by my side. The creep slinks off. The person that walked in was Mick. His eyes are wide with horror. It is as if he can sense my terror. Instead of saying anything, Mick takes me to his driver's room. My legs are quick to give out.

"I'm sorry Mick," my voice is barely a whisper. I was the one that let this happen. I should have spoken the minute the harassment started. I can feel the weight of shame pulling my chin to my chest.

"You didn't ask for any of this," Mick responds. Of course not. No one asks to be in the position that I was in. It is looking like I am going to have to give in and leave Haas. We only have a few races left anyway. What Mick does catches me by surprise. He sits down next to me and wraps his arm around me. After five minutes of sitting like this, I finally regained the confidence to head back to the garage. Mick quickly grabs his gear. He places his gloves and balaclava and gloves in his helmet. In doing so he frees one of his hands. He immediately offers it to me. I take it. Thankfully Dmitry's cronies have backed off for now. I can still feel the paranoia however I do need to get the work done. That fact seems to put my mind at ease. After what feels like an eternity Mick joins me. This time he has all of his gear except his gloves on.

"Everything is ready," I say.

"Thank you," Comes Mick's muffled response. It doesn't take long for Mick to get comfortable in the car. As I connect the steering wheel and Mick gets his gloves on I feel a comforting sensation. At least I have someone on my side. After a brief pause, I am given the go-ahead to let Mick start. With that out of the way, I take my standard spot on the pit wall. After what feels like an eternity the first free practice has come to an end. Now for the hard part. Luckily for me, Mick hovers around the car. I am guessing that it is his way of protecting me. Little does he know but the gesture does more than protect me. After thirty minutes of work, Mick and I are joined by Cal.

"Is there anything that I need to be aware of?" Cal checks on my progress.

"Nothing that will affect Mick's performance," I give him a rather short report. After thirty more minutes of work, the time has come for the second free practice session. The next few days are a blur as a lot has happened. Both positive and negative. Of course, I am still copping abuse but abuse of a different kind. The sad thing is it is starting to wear me down. Right now I am glad to be leaving Russia. I am not going to miss the place. I find myself looking out of the plane window as Sochi disappears into nothingness. It has been a couple of days since we left Russia and I am having a major conversation with Mick.

"I'm sorry Mick but I can't tolerate the work environment at Haas anymore. I've handed in my resignation to Guenther, for after Abu Dhabi," I announce. There is no way that I am going to last in a team like Haas. I can only handle so much pressure. But my heart shatters as I feel like I am breaking up with Mick. I'm not. It's just we won't have many chances to see each other. What Mick does catches me by surprise. He pulls me into a hug.

"Where will you go?" Mick asks. His embrace is tight. He really does not want to let go. Both mentally and physically. I know for a fact we are not leaving each other forever.

"Since Mattia knows that I am looking, he has offered me the position of Charles' lead mechanic starting next year," I responded. There is something that I am not telling Mick about my offer. I went straight to Mattia to see if he had any position to offer me. It just so happened that he did.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you, Morgan," Mick apologises. I can tell by the sound of his voice that he regrets what has been happening to me.

"It's not your fault," I say as I bury myself in his chest. There is a part of me that wishes we could stay like this forever.

It has been a couple of months since then and the time has come for me to leave Haas. The last race at Abu Dhabi turned out to be a thrilling conclusion. Sure it had its fair share of controversy but the battle between Lewis and Max was entertaining. Only I didn't enjoy it as it was my last race for the team that got my career started. I am fighting back tears as I walk through the paddock with Mick. Our fingers are locked. It doesn't take us long to reach his car. Now that we are out of the public eye I let the floodgates open.

"We will still be friends right?" Mick attempts a joke as he uses his thumbs to wipe away my tears.

"Yes, I just won't be in the Haas garage," I retort. There is no way that I am going to hurt Mick further. He's been through hell already.

It has been a few more months since then and I am making sure that Charles' car is good to go for the last round of preseason testing for the day. Since I have a connection to this team I am working extra hard to make sure that I do my job correctly. However, there is a trade-off. The only person who isn't named Mick that sees it is Charles.

"Morgan you shouldn't work that hard," Charles remarks.

"I'm sorry. I can't help it," I responded. It comes from the fact that the 2021 season has left me with a desire to prove myself all over again. The reality is I have already proven myself. That's why Mattia offered me the position as Charles' lead mechanic. Charles gives me an understanding look. He is no stranger to hard work. After three hours of work, the team decided that we are going to spend some time relaxing before the real action starts. Well, I say relaxing but I am distracted by something or rather someone. It is Mick and he is looking a little preoccupied to have noticed me.

"Excuse me," I say as I leave the table. I am quick to join Mick. As soon as he notices that it is me his face lights up.

"Hey Morgan," Despite the change of look I can tell that Mick is bothered by something

"What's wrong?" I tentatively ask. Hopefully, it is something that I can help with.

"My contract with Haas will end at the end of next year and I'm struggling to find a space as an F1 driver," Mick explains.

"I'll talk to Mattia for you," There are three reasons behind my offer. One the team owes it to Michael to give Mick a chance. Two It will be nice working with Mick again. No offence to Charles but we don't have the same dynamic that I did with Mick. And last but not least Mick got the worst car further up the grid than it should have been.

"Thank you," Mick replies. With that out of the way, I change the conversation. It feels like I haven't talked to Mick in ages even though we spend all of our free time together. To be honest that is not much. I am glad that I have someone like Mick as my boyfriend. He doesn't know it but he has helped me through the most turbulent moments in my career. It doesn't take long for disaster to strike.

"I have to go now," Mick says reluctantly before planting a kiss on my cheek. It is surprisingly gentle. I return the favour with a light peck.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow Mick. You know where to find me," I reply as Mick leaves. At least I know where he will be. I soon find myself reflecting on the year that was 2021. It was hell for me however there was some good that came out of it. For one I met the man of my dreams. It is just a pity that I had to move teams but Mick knew that it was the right call for me. Even with Nikita gone my time at Haas is over. At least Mick seems happy now that I am where I belong. Still, Mick's biggest problem is he values my happiness over his own. He needs to realise that there are two of us in this relationship.