just the two of us [ m.s x reader ]

VI

Y/N

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[What a feeling to be right here beside you now] 

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At long last, Mick was here. It was better than expected, having another human companion beside me was like snorting cocaine. The feeling was amazing, I was in great company and everything seemed like it was a little better and the end of the world didn't look that bad anymore. 

"How's your leg?" Mick asked as we set down the last bit of luggage in the guest bedroom upstairs. 

"It's ok, it hurts from time to time, but at least I wasn't bitten, it could be worse." 

He nodded and looked around the bedroom. It wasn't exceptional as it was just the guest bedroom. 

"It's warm in here." He noted, I smiled at him and nodded, 

"Enjoy it while you can, the power's gonna be out in a few days." 

He chuckled and nodded. He sat on the bed and brushed the covers.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, as I sat besides him, leaving a little space between us. He stared at his feet and look back up at the wall in front of him 

"Do you know what happened (y/n)?" He turned to look at me, a pained look in his eyes, "why me? why us? Why?" He look so frustrated, mad, angry enraged, but his glistening eyes told me the contrary, maybe he lost a lot too, his family, his friends... his lover maybe. 

"I don't know Mick," I answered, my voice in a hush. I looked at his hands resting on the bed, my hand hovered on top of it and I contemplated whether or not I should hold it. To comfort him like he did when I hugged him for the first time. To feel human again. He then noticed and flipped his hand up. I looked him in the eye and clasped my hand in his. "I don't know Mick." 

I decided to change the subject. I got up and pulled him up,

"Come I'll show you around."

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"And voila, the tour is done." We stopped in front of the infamous bookshelf where I filmed my first video. He grinned and said, "Is that little (y/n) I see?" 

I turned around to see what he was referring to and see the frame where I was in a princess gown and my dad was holding my pigtails. I nodded and added,

"With my dad yeah." I grabbed the frame, looked at it before putting it back at its place before the heavy memories would flood back. 

"If it makes you feel better, my dad's been in a coma ever since I turned 13. I'm nearing 22 years old now." I grabbed his arm and squeezed it lightly. 

"I'm sorry to hear that Mick," He shrugged and added, "none of that matters now."

He looked back at the kitchen and asked me with a mischievous look in his eyes. 

"Are you hungry?"

"Always."

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"It smells really good, what are you cooking us?" I asked as I peered behind the kitchen counter. I sat down and stared at Mick. He had my mom's floral apron around him which made me chuckle a little. 

"With what you have in your kitchen I don't have a lot of options." 

"I got clawed by a wolf mister. I was running for my life, don't blame me." He didn't answer instead he was doing something which I couldn't see from where I was sitting because of his large back. He was probably seasoning our plates. He then turned around dramatically, two plates in his hands and set them down in front of me, 

"Voila, two pasta alfredo!" he said in an exaggerated Italian accent, I laughed a little and sniffed a little. It smelled wonderful. He sat down across me and began eating, 

"Bon appetit," I said and he winked at me. I think I might've blushed like crazy because I felt my face heating up. 

"What's wrong?" he asked his voice laced with concern, 

"Nothing, it's just... really hot." He cocked an eyebrow at me, "the dish I mean. The temperature is very hot, it burned my tongue look-"

"I just took it out of the pan like two second ago."

I sighed and shook my head, "never mind." 

"So, what is there to know about (y/n) (l/n)?" He asked, after the food cooled down and we started eating, I smirked and said, 

"Not much, I'm pretty basic."

"Oh come on! The world is ending in a few weeks and I don't even know who I'm going to die with."

I looked at him as the words sunk, 

"Well... I turned 18 the night before all of this," I twirled my fork around, but he understood that I was talking about this nightmare, "and I was going to go to med school. I love formula one and I love reading books." I then shrugged and looked at him. He set down his cutlery and set his elbows on the table. 

"No elbows on the table, Mr. Schumacher," I snickered. He rolled his eyes and said, " you sound just like my mom." 

"Tell me about you." 

He hesitated but he started to speak, he told me all about his career in racing, how he had o forge his own path in order to gain respect by being himself and not Michael Schumacher's son. He had to separate himself from his father, but also he had to maintain that relationship with him, but everything was complicated ever since the ski accident. Despite the glamourous aspect of the fame, the parties, the connections and the riches, the way he told his story made me feel as if he endured more hardships than a normal person would. It made me feel sorry for him. He wasn't perfect and that was ok. None of it mattered now. 

"Yeah that's about it." I nodded and reached over for his hand again. He melted in my embrace and squeezed my hand tightly, I ran my thumb in back and forth motions he beamed. 

"Thank you for listening (y/n)," God the way he said my name, mad me melt. 

"It's the least I can do." 

We both got up to clear the plates and help each other clean them. As soon as I got up I winced in agony as my leg couldn't support me and I started to plunge down onto the floor, but a set pf strong arms caught me in time, 

"Oh God, you're bleeding," I heard Mick say, his voice trembling, 

"Nice observation Sherlock," I joked. He set me down on the floor gently and held my leg. He looked at me and I nodded. He then took the scissors from the drawer and cut open my bandage. It was indeed bleeding heavily and it looked bad. As if... as if it was infected. 

I threw my head back and groaned. This was bad.