Motorsport One Shots

Surprise - Artem Markelov

You were really excited for the weekend. You had finally got time off when your boyfriend, Artem, had a race weekend so you could go and support him.
He was looking forward to this as well because you hadn't been to a race off his you had only ever found out the results after the race.
You both hated this as you wanted to be there to show your support and he wanted you there to be able to talk to you about anything, which was easier in person. He also just loved having you near by, he was always more relaxed that way.
You had just finished packing and was currently loading your small carry on bag into your car ready to jet off when your phone went off in your pocket.
'Work emergency! Come quick' was the message from the assistant manager read.
This was just your luck. You couldn't be away for more than two minutes without something going wrong and as the store manager you always had to fix it.
You was hoping it would just be a quick fix and then you would leave to catch your plane. You never know, you might still be able to make it in time for your flight, so you didn't text Artem straight away. You didn't want to distract him from practise and qualifying which he had today.
You walked into work quickly, heading to the staff only area, arriving at the managers office shortly after.
You sighed, walking in to see a mess.
You knew as soon as the assistant manager explained what happened that you wouldn't make it to the airport in time for your flight and probably any other flight going out that way today.
You quickly sent Artem a text telling him you wouldn't be there when you were expecting to be as something had come up at work but you would try to get there as soon as you could.
That's when you got to work.
There were reports suggesting a member of staff was stealing money from the tills so you had to sort everything out. Starting with suspending them, checking the CCTV to see if you could see them doing it which you could, then you had to get the police involved.
By the time you had done all the paperwork you had to do it was almost 8 o'clock.
You sighed again as you headed out towards your car, checking to see when the next flight was.
Not till tomorrow morning. Great!  you thought as you headed home.

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Markelov was quite upset when you weren't in Monaco before the qualifying started and it got worse when it was over and you still weren't there. He was starting quite low on the ground and he needed you to be there to calm him down, to let him know everything would be ok. He checked his phone and he saw two texts from you, the first telling him you wouldn't make it to your flight as something  had come up and the second telling him you wouldn't make it today but you were hoping to be there as early as possible tomorrow depending on when you could get a flight.

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The next morning you woke up early trying to get to the airport as early as possible in hopes a seat becoming available soon.
You managed to get a flight but had to wait for a couple of hours till it took off and another hour or two till you finally landed. Still having to get from Nice to Monaco.
Luckily you managed to rent a car quite easily so you drove down there not sure if you'd be able to make it for the start of the race.
As it turned out you got there just after his race had started quickly heading to where his Russian Time team where in the F1 pitlane, saying a quick hello to everyone as you sat down to watch the race from them.
You were so happy when Artem came from 15th to win the race after to VSC's under which he managed to gain 30 seconds to be able to pit and come out in first still.
Everyone knew he was good with tyres but to so that and get his first win in Monaco was a great achievement.
The team all headed to the track to celebrate with Artem pulling you along with them.
He got out the car excited, jumping into his team's arms getting congratulated with a tap on his helmet.
He stood on the step podium as they played the Russian national anthem and had a massive smile in his face as they gave him the trophy.
He picked up the champagne and ran over to his team, spraying them as they ran away from him. He saw you and aimed the bottle right at you covering you in the champagne.
He took a quick swig before passing it to his engineers before pulling you into a hug, spinning you around and giving you a kiss.
"I thought you weren't gonna be here. I was worried," he whispered in your ear. You just laughing at him shaking your head.