It is the day after the horrific crash and I am still feeling guilty. I should have prevented Mick from racing. Oh well, there is nothing that I can do. The good thing is Mick is being released from the hospital. Right now we are waiting for the doctor's permission to leave. I notice that Mick is looking at me with a concerned look. It doesn't take long for the concerned look to fade.

"Morgan, how about we go out," Mick remarks. I considered his offer. The thing is I have a lot of work to do. However, there is an obvious perk to Mick's offer.

"Sure. Any excuse to avoid Dmitry's wrath," I say. I would do anything to avoid the monster. Honestly, he has no idea how much pressure I am under. There is literally nothing that I can do. After the briefest of waits, the doctor has given Mick the all-clear to go. After a ten-minute drive, we made it to a relatively small cafe. There is just one problem. I am still bothered about the crash. The thing is I know what I signed up for when I asked Mick if he had feelings for me. As we order our respective drinks I notice that Mick is going to mention the fact that I look tense.

"Mick I need to apologise for being so tense. I just got scared and I can't get rid of the feeling that something else is going to go wrong," I beat him to the punch.

"No, you don't need to apologise. A crash like that scares everyone and I was also thinking that I could assist your team when we get back to England for the break," Mick says. Mick cares about me way too much. I understand why but he has other things to worry about at the moment. I feel like he wants to help so that he can make it up to me. I can tell you that he doesn't need to make it up to me. It was an accident. I am pulled out of my thoughts by Mick reaching out and grabbing my hand. I find a little bit of comfort in the gesture. I consider Mick's offer. The thing is he needs time for himself. We are quick to receive our respective drinks.

"I think it would be better if you use the two weeks to relax," I counter his offer. The thing is I know Mick will be dead set on helping me but he should help himself. After fifteen minutes of idle chit-chat, I find myself back at the track. I am making sure everything is good to go for the logistics team. It is proving to be a little difficult. There are quite a few small things that need to be sorted.

"Need any help?" I am pulled out of my thoughts by a familiar accent.

"Not at the moment Yuri. There is not much that I have to do," I responded. I know for a fact that Yuri has his own problems to deal with. After four hours of work, I find myself back at the hotel settling in for the night. For some reason, I have trouble falling asleep. Luckily for me, I am able to fall asleep despite the difficulties.

I watch on in horror as Mick loses control. The moment his car hits the barriers it erupts in a massive ball of flames.

I jolted awake from my nightmare. There is a knock on my door. There is only one person that I could think of that would want to talk to me at this hour. Despite my tiredness, I am quick to open the door.

"Sorry Mick I was woken up by a nightmare," I find myself apologising for some reason. In all fairness, Mick looks like he hasn't got any sleep at all.

"At least you got some sleep," Mick confirms my suspicion. After a few minutes of talking my body feels the pull of tiredness. With that, I get comfortable in bed.

"You know you can join me," I say as I lift the corner of the blanket up. Based on our quick conversation I know that Mick could use some comfort. After some careful manoeuvring on Mick's part, we both are comfortable.

"Thank you Morgan for supporting me," Mick utters as he plants a gentle kiss on my forehead. I bury myself in Mick's chest as we drift off to sleep. I am lucky to have a guy like Mick in my life. After a few restful hours, I am woken up by the gentle movement of Mick trying to escape from my grip. I groan falls from my mouth. I definitely am not ready to get up but I don't mind.

"Morning Mick," I greet the German as I let go. A part of me is wishing that we could stay like this forever. Unfortunately, I have to face my problems.

"Good morning Morgan," Mick responds. With that out of the way, we are quick to get out of bed.

"I'll meet you in the lobby in an hour," Mick suggests. I give him a little nod as I find myself stretching. After my good stretch, I head back to my room. It is there that I quickly gather my stuff for the trip back to England. It is a trip that I am not looking forward to as I will be spending most of the week fixing the car. It doesn't take long for me to gather my stuff. Because of that I have decided to head to the lobby early. To my surprise, Mick is also early. A small conversation breaks out between Mick and I as we walk to the car. The sad thing is the drive to the airport to the airport is relatively short.

"I'll see you next week," I say before planting a kiss on Mick's cheek.

"Yes," Mick replies. To be honest I hate saying goodbyes. Even when I know I will see Mick soon. It has been a couple of days since I arrived in England and I am struggling. It is not because of the fact that the car needs a complete overhaul after the disaster that was the Austrian grand Prix. It is because of the fact that Dmitry is using his power to be an asshole. It is because of the fact that I am refusing to trade places with Yuri. It annoyed me to no end as there is no point in getting the best mechanic to work with the worst driver.

"Morgan, I need to speak to you in private," Dmitry remarks. This can't be good. I brace myself for the incoming rant.

"I'm sorry Mr Mazepin but I have a lot of work that I need to do before the break ends. I'll talk to you when I'm on my lunch break which will be in ten minutes," I find myself ending the rant before it can begin. He seems surprised that I am even bothering to talk back to him. Before he can even respond I turn my attention back to the car. After ten minutes of work, I find myself about to enter the cafeteria when a Russian accent catches my attention.

"I'm telling you, Guenther. If Morgan is not working for Niki by the next race I will fire her," Dmitry is demanding. It is really starting to wear me down.

"First of all, you are not her boss. Second of all, if Morgan is fired then we will lose our best mechanic. What I am saying is her talent will be wasted on Nikita," I cannot believe that Guenther is actively defending me in an aggressive manner. That just goes to show that my hard work in the past two years has paid off. I find myself continuing to listen in even though it is not a good idea.

"Ok I will give her the rest of the week to repair the car and if she can't do that then she is out," Dmitry gives Guenther his ultimatum. What? There is no way that I can finish what I need to do by the end of the week without a couple of all-nighters. However, Dmitry's views have gotten to the point of where he wants to force me out. I am not going to yield to the competition. Like my grandpa, I am going to weather the storm. So much for grabbing something to eat. I head back to the car. I take a deep breath as I bury myself in my work. It has been two sleep-deprived days since Dmitry gave Guenther his ultimatum and I have finally done all of the work that needed to be done. The good thing is I made it with minimal help and a day to spare.

"Thank god that the work is done," I say before letting out a monster of a yawn. Sleep is tugging at my body.

"And with a day to spare. You should use the rest of the break to recuperate," Guenther responds. I notice the concerned father's look. I get the feeling that Guenther is worried about what Dmitry is going to do. It has been three hours since I left Haas HQ and I have finally made it to Switzerland. Luckily for me, Mick insisted that he picked me up from the airport. Right now I have my eyes glued to the landscape as it flies by the car window. The mood is tense as I can feel the concern oozing from Mick. I know the exact reason for Mick's concern.

"Mick, it's not what you are thinking. I don't need to impress Guenther," I get to work on reassuring Mick.

"What do you mean?" Mick responds. I guess now would be a good time to tell Mick how I really feel about being a part of Haas.

"I'm thinking of moving to Ferrari after the summer break. Dmitry is making my life miserable," I explain before having to stifle a yawn. This past week has proven that I might not be able to weather the storm. The truth is Dmitry holds near misogynistic views. That is the only downside to being a woman in motorsports.

"You know I'll make sure you keep your job. Whether it would be Haas or somewhere else," Mick announces. To be honest I kinda knew that Mick was going to make sure that he can help me. It is the day after and I am currently getting ready to watch a movie with Mick. He has decided that he is just going to relax with me for most of the day.

"You should find something to watch," Mick passes me the TV remote as he flops on the couch. I begin the hunt for something to watch on Netflix as I plant myself next to Mick. For some reason, I settled on a horror movie so that I can have an excuse to snuggle with Mick. Before you can ask I don't really need an excuse but it is good to have one just in case.

"Thank you Mick for offering to help," I whisper as the credits play.

"Don't worry I need someone I can trust," Mick says before giving me a kiss on the cheek. At least we have the house to yourselves. I find myself enjoying the movie while thinking about what you could do about the troubles that Dmitry is giving me. I know there is not much that I can do about it. Despite the fact that we are watching a horror movie, I am enjoying the time with Mick. It seems to be taking my mind off of the drama with work. Thankfully we got through the movie with no more issues.

"Hey Mick, do you think your mum and sister would be happy for me to join them on the next trail ride?" I ask. The thing is I need to utilise the breaks we have to do new things.

"You can ask but I'd be careful. The horses are a lot worse to deal with than the cars," Mick teases as I loosen my grip on his shirt.

"I think I can manage," I retort. The thing is Horses can't speak English. So even if they were to complain it wouldn't be as bad as what I am dealing with in regards to Dmitry. Hopefully, I can work something out with Ginna or Corinna. At least I will have something to look forward to if we can make it work.

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