FOUR

"What are you doing here?"

Sebastian Vettel asked in confusion as his ocean blue eyes fell upon the figure of his ex girlfriend, who was dressed in clothes that he would only describe as combat-ish.

"Working."

Farah Becker muttered quietly as she had been stopped in her tracks, her jaw clenched from the burning pain in her leg with it beginning to shake from the agonising feeling that she could feel.

She had already stopped a surge of people from harassing a Formula One driver who was Canadian, and she had suffered because of it due to some of those people having tried to push her out of the way.

Three of them had been arrested for their actions.

"But you're at a race?" Sebastian furrowed his eyebrows together as he knew that this was the first time to his knowledge that she had been to a race in Formula One.

"Yes, because I am working." Farah scoffed lightly, wobbling slightly on her feet from the pain.

The Vettel man surged forwards in order to grab her arm to stabilise her, allowing her a couple of seconds of relief from the pain since he had taken her weight from off her leg.

"Are you okay?" The German man questioned in concern, frowning when she pushed herself away from him, grimacing as she did so.

"I'm fine. I've gotta go, I need to work." Farah stepped away from her ex boyfriend, walking away from him and doing her best to hide the limp that she had.

Sebastian watched her sadly as she walked away from him, a feeling of defeat evident in his chest though his face changed in to a smile as soon as he noticed where it was that she was heading.

She was heading to Charles Leclerc.

"Hey Frenchie!"

Farah Becker shouted towards the person that she was protecting, seeing him talking to one of his friends, though they both stared at her, hesitating.

"Is she talking to me?"

Pierre Gasly furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as his eyes fell upon a woman who he had never seen before, hoping that she was not a crazy woman.

"Uh- no."

Charles Leclerc muttered, wiping his hand over his face whilst groaning. She was nice to him, sure, but he was still terrified of her. He doubted that would change.

"Quit gossiping to your boyfriend and get your French ass over here!" Farah shouted with a hint of aggression in her tone, though a smirk was plastered upon her lips.

Charles quickly said goodbye to his best friend and hurried towards her, his cheeks tinged pink since he had become embarrassed at the stares that he was getting because of her actions.

"You know that I'm Monégasque." Charles released a whine, a pained look upon his face which made the German woman in front of him, laugh.

"That I do, but you soon got over here to correct me, didn't you?" Farah chuckled, a glint of amusement hidden within her dark and empty eyes.

"Moule à merde."

Charles muttered quietly under his breath, a playful smile upon his face as he noticed her mouth opening, having obviously understood what he had said.

"I will gut you like a fish, asticot."

Farah laughed, lightly nudging the young man with her hand, his laughter hitting her ears.

They had met altogether four times now, including today, where she had been assigned to protect him and keep him safe, so they had begun to joke a little bit more with one another.

She was still absolutely terrifying, of course, but she was able to joke around with him a little bit and they even insulted each other, as long as it wasn't anything too mean, of course.

Because he knew then, that she actually would gut him like a fish.

He didn't know anything about her life, she had made sure of that but since she would be with him for days on end, she would let him rant and complain about anything and everything.

She had pretty much become his therapist.

The only thing that he knew about her was that she could speak six different languages and besides German and English, French was one of them. He didn't know yet what the others were, but he was determined to find out.

The duo that they were soon walked in to his garage at Ferrari, with his team principal nodding his head at the woman in a friendly manner, only for her to completely blank him.

"They are my mechanics."

Charles spoke softly, waving at his team of mechanics who all waved back at the pair, some with confusion on their faces as to who she was, the silent and uptight woman beside him.

The Leclerc boy simply made a small gun sign with his fingers before making the gun sounds with his mouth, not noticing how his bodyguards lips had twitched up in amusement.

"Pew pew, pew pew pew."

Farah lightly rolled her eyes at the boys antics, finding him too innocent for the world that she knew, determined that she would never taint his view of it with what she had seen and survived.

He reminded her quite a lot of a little puppy who was always full of excitement.

"And that's my teammate!"

Charles pointed to Sebastian, his eyes not seeing how she didn't even look at the Vettel man, his chest deflating because of it.

"That's Seb, he's the best."

The Becker woman nodded her head slowly, her fingers picking at the skin around her nails since she knew that her ex boyfriend was staring at her, trying her best not to look.

"Whatever you say, kid."

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"You're my bodyguard?"

Mick Schumacher frowned in confusion as his crystal eyes fell upon the familiar face of the woman supposed to be protecting him, feeling as if she was a ghost of his past that had reappeared.

"That I am."

Farah Becker nodded her head once, her brown hair tied tightly back in to a ponytail, a black cap sitting on her head along with it.

"I know you!" Mick practically shouted, making the woman wince at the ringing in her ears.

"No you don't."

"You're Farah!"

The Becker woman's body stiffened as the young German boy shouted her name, stress, worry and anxiety plaguing her mind as she pondered on how he knew who she was.

The Schumacher boy noticed the way her eyes widened almost as if he had just become a threat to her and immediately raised his hands up in a defensive manner, aiming to calm her.

"You dated Sebastian, didn't you?" He spoke in a much more gentle voice this time, seeing her nostrils flare as if she was a raging bull ready to attack him.

"Who told you?"

"He did." Mick muttered quietly, seeing how her eyes widened even more than before, and quickly continued in speaking. "He told me when I was a child, he had this photo of you where you were on his back and covering his eyes. I remember because I was so young and I asked who you were."

"And what did he say?"

"That you were his future wife."

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A/N

Its short again, but I forgot about this again, I apologise

What do you think?

Anyway, I hope that you all enjoy this chapter and I'll see you all soon for the next one,

I'm so proud of all of you, my loves

Love you all,

-RUBY 🇵🇸🇨🇩