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harley-sunday · 1 year

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Feels Like Home [06]

Summary: When an unexpected three-week break between Monza and Singapore finds Daniel back on his farm in Perth he’s desperate to use this time to clear his mind, figure out his future in Formula One, and find his way back. He didn’t expect a new neighbour, a sassy two-year old, and three alpacas would make him realise that sometimes, what you’re looking for is right in front of you.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x reader (unnamed OFC)

Warnings: Language

Word count: 3.4k

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Granddad opts out on coming along for the barbecue because even though he’s doing much better already, he’s worried about not being able to make it through the afternoon without his injuries acting up, and so he tells you to have fun and give his regards to the Ricciardo's and Daniel in particular. You promise him you will.

You’ve decided to take your own car this time, instead of Granddad’s old beat up ute, the working airconditioning a definite plus on this warm late Winter’s day. The weather has done a complete turnaround after yesterday's storm, the sun shining brightly and the temperature high enough to warrant a barbecue. In the backseat, Ellie’s in deep conversation with Mr Koala about the upcoming get-together while you navigate your way through the suburbs of Perth singing along to the songs on the radio.

It's not too long of a drive, Daniel's parents living on the east side of the city, but there's some sporting event going on later today that's generated a lot of traffic. It's almost twelve-thirty when you finally pull up to the address Daniel texted you yesterday and Ellie’s already starting to doze off in her car seat. For a moment you debate parking in the shade of the big gum tree and sitting with her for an hour or so, until you can safely wake her up, but it seems silly and you decide to take your chances and carefully pick up Ellie from her car seat instead.

She seems unfazed, even lets out a cute little snore, and so with her now fully asleep in your arms you grab the diaper bag and walk over to the front door. Before you even have a chance to ring the bell the door swings open and Daniel steps into view.

He opens his mouth, no doubt to greet you, but then he spots Ellie and smiles, whispering a quiet, "Hi."

"Hi. Sorry," you reply, pulling a face. "I'd hoped we would have made it sooner so she'd still be awake but-"

"Ah, nonsense," Daniel says as he steps aside and motions for you to come in, holding out his hand so he can take the bag from you. "If you want we can put her on the couch? Or in the spare bedroom upstairs?"

"The couch is fine," you tell him as you follow him inside. "That way I can hear her when she wakes up." The living room he takes you to is nice and cool and you carefully lay Ellie down, making sure Mr Koala is within reach for her.

"Does she need a blanket, or anything?"

There's a hint of concern in his voice and so you quickly tell him, "That's ok, her hoodie should be warm enough." You press a kiss to Ellie's cheek and stroke her hair, "Momma's right outside, bub. I'll see you soon, ok?"

When you stand up Daniel nods towards the garden, "Let me introduce you to the rest of the family."

Daniel's mother spots you as soon as you step outside and quickly makes her way over to you, pulling you into a warm hug when she greets you, "Hello sweetheart, it's so nice to meet you."

You return the hug and can't help but smile, "Thank you for having me."

"Of course," she says as she pulls back, resting her hands on your arms as she introduces herself, "I'm Grace and this-" she motions for Daniel's father to come closer, "-is my husband Joe."

You shake Joe's hand, "It’s very nice to meet you."

“Absolute pleasure,” Joe says and you can’t help but notice how much he and Daniel sound alike. “I hope Danny hasn’t been causing too much trouble on the farm?”

“Oh no, quite the opposite.” You smile at Daniel’s parents, “He’s been a great help.”

Next to you Daniel gives his Dad a very pointed ‘Told you so’ look that makes his Dad roll his eyes and his Mum shake her head.

Grace looks at you with a kind smile then, "Danny told me you have a little girl? Is she here with you?

"Yeah, I- She fell asleep on the way over so Daniel said I could put her down on your couch, if that's ok?"

"Daniel Joseph Ricciardo," Grace smacks his chest. "We have a perfectly fine cot upstairs, why would you-"

"Oh no. No-" you quickly jump in, "-that's ok. I'd rather have her closeby so I can hear her when she wakes up. She's always a bit confused when we go somewhere new."

"Exactly," Daniel agrees with a self-satisfied grin.

His mother throws him a look that makes him swallow whatever it was he was going to say next and turns back to you, “And how’s your grandfather doing, dear? We heard he took a nasty tumble?”

“He’s doing much better,” you tell her with a smile. “He can already walk short distances again, but we’ve still got a bed set up for him in the living room because the stairs are a bit of a challenge.” You look from Grace to Daniel then, “He wanted me to thank you for inviting him, by the way. He wanted to come but the long drive and-”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” Grace says with a kind smile. She takes your elbow then, “Let me introduce you to the rest of the family.” Leading you to the large table in the middle of the garden she introduces you to Michelle, her husband, and their kids, Isaac and Isabella.

“You’re the alpaca lady, right?” Isabella asks you, almost in awe.

You nod, “Yeah, we’ve got three of them.” Then, with a wink, “They’re all girls too.”

Blake and Michael wait until you've promised Isabella you'll tell her more about the alpacas later before they come over to greet you. Blake gives you a quick, one-armed hug before Michael throws both his arms around you without hesitating, "Good to see you again!"

"Same," you beam back at him before you look from Michael to Blake. "Thanks again for helping out yesterday, guys. That was ace."

"No worries," Blake tells you with a grin. Next to him Michael nods.

It’s then Daniel comes up to you, resting his hand on the small of your back confidently, “Can I get you anything to drink?”

***

He tries to listen, really he does, but he finds himself stealing glances at her, watching her as she tells the story of yesterday’s rescue mission and shows pictures of the Alpacas to Isabella, and so he notices too late the conversation around him has died down. When he looks back at his best friends he finds both Blake and Michael staring at him with knowing looks. Daniel shrugs, “What? It’s a good story.”

Blake snorts and Michael shakes his head, “You need to talk to her, mate.”

“I know.”

Michael is about to say something else but there’s a cry coming from inside the house then and from the corner of his eyes Daniel can see her get up and rush inside. He gives his friends an apologetic smile, “I’ll go see if they’re alright.”

Without waiting for a reply he heads towards the house, trying to act casual enough not to draw any attention but failing when he catches his mother looking at him with her eyebrows raised from where she’s sitting at the table. He feigns innocence, “I’ll just go see if they need anything.”

“You do that,” his mother tells him with a self-satisfied smile and a wink at his sister.

When he gets inside he hears her explain where they are to Ellie, her voice soft when she tells her daughter, “This is where Danny’s mum and dad live, bub. And Michael and Blake are here. And you’ll get to meet Isaac and Isabella and-”

“Danny,” Ellie whispers.

“Yep, Danny’s here too,” she agrees quietly.

“Danny home?”

Daniel smiles as he puts her bottle in the microwave. He knows he shouldn’t eavesdrop but he likes hearing them talk about him, likes that he’s becoming important enough for Ellie to ask about.

“It used to be,” he hears her explain. “Danny lives next to Pop-pop now. His home is in Mundaring.”

It’s then Ellie spots him, letting out an excited, “Danny!”

He can’t help but smile as he walks over to where they’re sitting on the couch, warmed up bottle of milk in hand, “Here you go, Miss Ellie.” He looks at her then, “I hope it’s ok I warmed it up? I put your bag in the kitchen earlier and figured-”

“Of course. Thank you.”

“No worries.” Daniel risks a quick look at the garden before he looks back at her, “She’s going to be alright with all these new people?”

“Yeah, she’ll be fine,” she runs a hand through her daughter’s hair. “She already knows Blake and Michael-” she looks up at him with a warm smile, “-and you.”

“Danny home,” Ellie says then, in between drinking her milk.

Daniel smiles, a sense of belonging hitting him like a ton of bricks all of a sudden, “Almost, sweetheart. My home is right where you and momma live now, remember?”

***

Ellie seems to be tied to Isabella by an invisible string, never further than a few feet away from the older girl, wanting to copy whatever she does. You watch them play together in the small sandbox that Joe’s put up underneath a large Eucalyptus tree from where you’re sitting at the table, smiling when you see Ellie asking Isabella to help her with her sandcastle.

“You’ve got an absolutely lovely little girl,” Daniel’s mother says as she sits down on the empty chair next to you.

“Thank you,” you smile at Grace who’s put her hand on your arm.

“Danny told me what happened with her father and I-” she shakes her head and tuts. “Just know not all men are like that, sweetheart.”

“I know,” you agree quietly, catching yourself looking at Daniel who's wandering over to the sandbox.

Grace follows your gaze but doesn't say anything, instead giving your arm a gentle squeeze.

You watch as Daniel crouches down next to the girls and listens attentively as Ellie babbles on about 'sand casts' before she holds up her hands to him. He picks her up without hesitating and your heart does that funny thing where it seems to skip a beat or two.

Next to you Grace excuses herself and starts to get up but she leans in then and tells you, "I haven't seen him this relaxed in a long time." She gives you a kind smile, "Thank you, sweetheart."

Before you can tell her you're not sure you've had anything to do with that, she's disappeared into the kitchen and Daniel sits down next to you instead, Ellie sitting comfortably in his lap.

"So," he starts with a mischievous grin. "Miss Ellie and I had a quick meeting-"

"Hmm,"

"-and we decided we should do something fun tomorrow afternoon." He drops his grin and looks at you expectantly when he adds, "Just the three of us."

“Did you now,” you tease.

“We did,” Daniel agrees with a nod. “Very important meeting. We discussed maybe going over to Scoops for some ice cream and Miss Ellie pointed out that with all the hard work you’ve been doing, you deserve at least two scoops.” He leans in then and drops his voice, “Maybe even three.”

You let out a laugh, “Sounds like a perfect plan.”

"Yeah?" Daniel echoes, sounding relieved.

"Yeah," you agree quickly. "I'd like that."

"You heard that, Ellie? Momma said yes." Daniel rests his chin on top of Ellie's head, both of them smiling at you with goofy grins, "Happy days."

***

He watches her as she makes her rounds, saying goodbye to his sister and the kids before she gives Michael and Blake a hug and kisses his father on the cheek. His mother gets a hug and there are some whispered words between them that makes her smile and his mum tear up a little and it takes everything he has not to ask her about it when she finally joins him.

Ellie lets out a big yawn then and she chuckles, "That's our final cue, I think."

Daniel nods and follows her inside, grabbing the diaper bag for her as they walk past it in the kitchen. When they make it out of the front door and reach her car he opens the door for her without asking and waits until she's put Ellie in her car seat before he hands her the bag, "Here you go.”

"Thank you."

He leans in and presses a kiss to the top of Ellie’s head, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Miss Ellie.”

He closes the door and finds her looking up at him with a soft smile, "Thank you for having us today, Daniel. We had a great time."

"Nah, thank you for coming," Daniel says as he holds out his arms for a hug. When she steps into his embrace he wraps his arms around her tight, "Today was fun."

"It was," she agrees easily enough.

He lets go of her then and follows her to the driver's side of the car, holding the door open as she gets in. He puts one hand on the roof and leans in, "Drive safe, ok? I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Ricciardo," she replies with a grin. "I'll tell the girls you said hi."

Daniel chuckles, "You do that."

***

You're out on the front porch, Ellie decorating a terra cotta flower pot with some chalk you found in a shed somewhere and Homer snoring on the couch, when a black SUV pulls up to the house. It's a car you don't know and so you step in front of Ellie without even realising it but Homer must sense the change in your mood because he's suddenly wide awake and on high alert as well.

The door opens then and you let out a relieved breath when you see it's Blake, "Hi."

"Hi," Blake greets you with a kind smile but there's something about the manila folder he's got tucked under his arm that doesn't quite put you at ease.

You tell Homer it's ok before you pick Ellie up, trying to keep your tone light, "What brings you out here?"

Blake gives you an apologetic smile as he joins you on the front porch, "There's something we need to discuss."

"Right." You nod towards the house, "Let's go inside." You hand Ellie over to Granddad, bribing her with an episode of 'Bananas in Pyjamas' because of course she'd much rather stay with you and uncle Blake, before you head for the kitchen and sit down at the table, giving him a nod, "Ok. Let's hear it."

He clears his throat and opens the folder, pulling out a stack of papers held together by one of those fancy black clips, "We're going to need you to sign an NDA."

"A what?"

Blake, bless him, at least has the decency to look somewhat embarrassed when he explains, "A Non Disclosure Agreement. Basically it means that whatever Daniel tells you about Formula One, McLaren, contract negotiations, you name it, is confidential.”

“Ok,” you draw out, not sure if you fully understand what this entails. “So, if I- If I run into Mrs Mackenzie at Woolies and she asks me how Daniel’s doing can I still say that he’s doing well?"

"Yep."

"But I can’t tell her Daniel thinks Zak Brown is an asshole who keeps using him as a scapegoat even though it's McLaren as a whole that's incompetent?"

Blake chuckles, “That’s a weirdly specific example, but yes. That’s exactly what this means."

"Gotcha."

"There’s a list-” Blake makes a face, “It’s pretty long but it basically covers all the things that fall under the NDA. I mean, a lot of it comes down to common sense, which you seem to have more than enough of-”

“Thank you," it comes out almost automatically and void of any emotion.

“- but unfortunately it is something we have to do. The team expects it from us and-”

"I get that part-" you start, rolling the corner of your bottom lip between your teeth then, trying to figure out if this- whatever this is- that's now being forced upon you, that as far as you're concerned should have nothing to do with whatever relationship you and Daniel might have, is something you could come to terms with. You look at Blake then, trying to find the right words, "It's just-"

Blake shakes his head, "Honestly, don’t worry about it too much, it really is just a formality. We’ve done it with all of Dan’s-”

Something heavy settles in your chest when Blake cuts himself off, "Right."

"Shit. I'm sorry," Blake holds out his hand to you, "I didn't mean it like that, I-"

"Who is 'we'?"

"What?"

You throw Blake a look that you know lacks any of your usual kindness, "Earlier you said 'We need you to sign an NDA'. Who is 'we'?"

"McLaren." He shrugs, "And as Dan's manager, me.

You nod slowly, "And Daniel?"

"Daniel knows we ask people to sign an NDA, yeah."

Fuck. Ok. That- That's not what you expected. Why didn't Daniel say something? A little heads up would have been nice because Jesus, this feels more and more like a business agreement with every passing minute. You take a deep breath and pull the papers towards you, trying not to show Blake how unsure all of this makes you feel, "Can I at least look over it before I sign anything?"

"Of course," Blake nods. "If you could sign it and send me a copy by email tomorrow morning, that's fine."

You scoff, "And what if I don't want to sign?"

Blake gives you what you think is a sympathetic smile but might not be after all, "That's not really an option."

***

Daniel's got the windows of his car rolled down, the Spring breeze messing up his curls as he sings along to whatever song's playing on the radio, his fingers tapping his steering wheel in time with the beat. When he pulls up at the farm he's a little surprised to see her sitting on the front porch, as if she's been waiting for him, but it makes his smile grow even wider and so he greets her with an enthusiastic, "Hi neighbour!" It’s then he sees Ellie isn’t with her and for a moment he wonders what’s going on but then he figures the little girl is probably still asleep.

She stands up but doesn't say anything and nods towards the orchard, not waiting to see if he follows her or not.

He does, of course he does.

When they get to the swing she stops and turns towards him, wrapping her arms around herself tightly, as if she's trying to shield herself from something. She looks up at him but there's no smile this time, "I don't think this is a good idea, Daniel."

He's not sure he's heard her right, doesn't understand what she's talking about and so he shakes his head, "What? What do you mean?"

She frees up one arm and motions between them, "This. Us. It's not going to work."

Daniel feels as if the world has been thrown off its axes and is slightly off-balance, his throat tightening and something settling in the pit of his stomach, a feeling he only ever gets when he knows he's lost control of his car and is about to crash, "What are you on about? Did something happen? Did I-"

"Daniel-"

"I don't understand," his voice catches on the last word and fuck, it's starting to hurt. He takes a step closer to her, reaches out to do- What, he's not sure, but then she takes a step back and his heart sinks and so he pleads, "Please talk to me."

She takes a deep breath and shakes her head, "I can't do this. I-" She looks up at him, her eyes a little glossed over and a sad smile tugging on the corners of her lips, "I'm sorry. Thank you for everything you've done, I really appreciate it and I hope you don't think I took advantage of you."

"Don't-"

"Goodbye Daniel." She hugs herself closer, "Tell Blake I'll send him everything tonight, ok?"

Blake? What does Blake have to do with- Oh. Oh.

Fuck.

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callmewrinkles3 · 1 year

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Come Back, Be Here - DR3 x Fem!OC

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Summary: One race until the end of the season, and one race until Dan gets to go home for New Years and six weeks of family time. But he and Emmy are facing their longest separation since 2018, and neither of them are facing the truth of what it means.

Words: 7.2k

Warnings: Abu Dhabi 2021, angst (it’s this series what do you expect), explicit smut (18+ only pls!), mentions of breaking laws in Middle Eastern countries.

AN: We had to share something for the DannyRic GP, and why not the moment that started the downward spiral for these two? We are aware that they probably wouldn’t get in trouble for being physically affectionate in public, but Em sticks to the rules and is a worst case scenario person so here we are. We hope you enjoy! Alex and Cíara xx

December, 2021

This leg of the race calendar was punishing. It didn’t give you a moment to breathe, three double headers in a row. And hardest of all for Dan, the last three races were in the Middle East.

He’d learned more about the human rights side of things, but he’d never consider himself well educated on it. He’d talked to other drivers, looked online, all of that. But on a purely selfish level Middle Eastern races meant that he and Em were back to their old pattern of separate hotel rooms, one of them slipping out of the others at the crack of dawn so they weren’t caught sharing. It was stupid and illogical and he missed the feeling of getting to wake up slowly with her half sprawled across him, of soft kisses and slow sex to get ready for the day.

Instead it was mumbled goodbyes and kisses on her forehead. Qatar wasn’t too bad, they finished the race and got to head back to Europe. He spent more time on the sim, trying to get to grips with how the car reacted and bring back some of the magic from Monza. And then he’d go home and open up the door of that little flat to see Em on the couch still working away, or she’d arrive in just after him from Blake’s with a smile and a “I was asked to remind you the walls are thin, please don’t make me scream tonight again.” She always blushed and he grinned, kissing it away and wrapping her in a hug to put aside the mixed feelings he had about McLaren.

But they were in Saudi Arabia and he fucking hated it here. He hated that for the next two months he couldn’t hold Em’s hand. He couldn’t wake up beside her in bed. That he’d get on the plane to Perth and she’d be left behind because she was going back to London and he didn’t want to do it.

Originally how late the calendar ran because of covid was perfect. They would arrive into Perth just as the major restrictions would be lifted, the hotel was booked for two weeks, they’d be home just after Christmas. It would work. And then the rules changed and it was citizens and spouses of citizens only and there was no way around it. They were in Austin when they got the news, cancelling the flight for Em with tears.

It was just after the race in Saudi, sitting in his driver room and wanting to head back to the hotel when Michael walked in. Everything was ready and he stood, but one look from Michael made him sit and stay quiet.

“Are you gonna ask Em to marry you so she can come home with us?”

He thought he was about to laugh at the question, but Michael’s face was sincere.

“Mate, no. God I wish I could. But no. I have a plan, and her thinking that I’m only asking her so she can come is not in it. I wouldn’t do that to her.”

“You have a plan? Shouldn’t you at least go on a couple of dates? Have dinner out like a couple? Work out if it’s what’s gonna happen?”

He could see the surprise on his best mate’s face, watching as Dan took a deep breath and stretched out his back. He’d had the plan since the four of them were in lockdown together on the farm, when Em got off the wooden lounger she was sharing with him to get four more beers. He sat there, took the last gulp out of his bottle, and said “I’m going to marry her some day. Emmy’s the one. She’s it.”

Emmy had come back and curled on his chest again before they could say anything else, sitting there in the cooling night air while he ran his hand up and down her arm. It was perfect and he knew that was it, she was the one. The ring was sitting in his bag waiting for the right moment.

“Mate I know it will. We live together. We do dates when we have our Italy trips, and she still hasn’t forgotten I owe her for Lake Como last year because I won Monza instead. We don’t need dates.”

“Just take her on one. Mate, seriously, take her out. Do it properly.” The insistence was weird, it was never how Mike usually was. In fairness he and Blake usually stayed out of whatever he and Emmy were doing, unless it interrupted Blake’s sleep and he got an angry text. They’d gotten a lot better at not doing that though.

“Did she tell you something? Why are you making a big deal about this? I know what I’m doing.”

“She hasn’t said anything, but just…I see the way the two of you look at each other. You’re not gonna see her for six weeks, and I’m pretty sure the last time the two of you went that long without seeing each other was that gap between her coming to Monaco and whatever the race she went to after in 2018. Take your girl on a date and make sure she’s your girl.”

“I fucking can’t!” He was louder than he meant to be, opening and closing his hand and standing up. The fucking “cultural norms” and rules that meant they couldn’t do it. If they were just tourists then yeah, maybe. But there’d be cameras and people would see and he wouldn’t put it past a government to make an example of them.

“Why not? It’s easy. “Hey Em I’m in love with you and have been probably since I brought you to Perth for the first time, lets go for dinner before we spend six weeks apart.” That’s all you have to say. She’ll say yes.”

“Because we’re in the Middle fucking East. I’m not even supposed to get in a car with her, let alone be in public with her alone. And it’s pretty public that we’re not married so we can’t risk it. And don’t remind me that it’s gonna be fifty one days without her. That’s how long it’ll be till I see her once we get on that plane.”

“Dan…” But he was on a roll, finally able to explain everything that had been so painful to think about.

“We break so many rules in so many countries just to be able to sit at each others sides. I can get in trouble for sitting by her side in the car, holding her hand. It’s my thing every single day to be with her in the car. It’s our thing to go on ride to get to be alone for a minute before the rest of the world gets me. I can’t even stay in the same room as her if there isn’t someone there. I’m not supposed to go to bed hugging the girl of my dreams. Do you know the risk that I take every single time I sneak out of her room? The danger she’s in? There’s literal fucking morality police here. And every night we decide fuck it, it’s worth it and I just hug her tighter because it could turn into a living nightmare for her. So please. Don’t ask me “why not” like it’s some simple question because it’s not. There’s nothing I want more than that.”

It was quiet as Dan took a breath, the reminders of last year and the way they worried as he got back into the car after watching Romain escape the flames hit him again.

“Remember Bahrain last year? The way I hid in my drivers room with her?” Michael nodded. “That could have gotten us arrested for just being alone together and all that happened was she held onto me and stopped me from wanting to scream. The fact that we’re here so we have to do this? We have to pretend that it’s ok not to even get to hug each other? I’d kill for a podium, or even imagine a win, but then she couldn’t hug me. It’s backwards and it’s fucked and yeah I’m rich and white so we’d probably be fine but it’s not worth the risk. We do it anyway. Because we have to.”

“Mate. I’m sorry.”

“Just please. I have a plan. When we move into the new place I’m gonna talk to her about admitting everything. And next time she’s able to come to the farm I’m gonna propose. I’ve had the ring for a year. A little longer isn’t going to hurt.”

“As long as you know what you’re doing. I trust you, but don’t hurt her. Don’t hurt yourself.”

“I won’t. We’ll be good. She knows me better than I know myself.”

They nodded at each other and left the room, Blake and Em standing outside the hospitality with a few feet between them. Instead the four walked out to a car available for them to go back to the hotel. Ten days till the flight to Perth. He had to make the most of them.

—

Once they arrived in Abu Dhabi Em was counting down. They got in on Monday ahead of most of the rest of McLaren, checking into the hotel and getting their rooms. She had the emails and went to the counter, getting the keys and pointing out the boys across the lobby and the ridiculous amount of luggage they all travelled with. Travelling light was not a thing Formula One did.

The four envelopes were slid over, Em taking them and checking the keys. The little printed labels with their names were the same as in nearly any other Hilton, but seeing Dan’s on his own and hers on her own made her so frustrated.

She knew she’d been putting off thinking about the flight home after the race. Until they got to the airport she could pretend they were getting on the same plane, holding hands over the little divider like they did so often, curling up in bed and look at new apartments. They had months left on their self imposed timeline of the summer break, her lease was month to month, but they wanted this. A place that was theirs felt right for once.

“You ok?” Dan asked when Blake and Michael had gone up to their rooms. They were sitting on opposite sides of a coffee table, each fiddling with the envelope in their hands. The evening was a free one before the chaos of the final race of the season began. Both titles coming down to one race? It wasn’t going to be pretty.

“Yeah. Just…yeah.”

“It sucks.”

“It really sucks.” She smiled wistfully, trying to get herself together. They still had time. They weren’t leaving till Tuesday night, Lando agreeing to do the final day of tyre testing so Dan could make it home. The offer was there for Em to fly home early, as if that would happen. She hadn’t let them book her on an earlier flight to London. It wasn’t worth having a little less time with her boys.

“I just hate being apart. I hate not getting to share a room with you. Not even getting to give you a hug in public. I know it’s stupid, but this week?”

“It’s not forever.” Dan sounded different and she looked up at him, watching him search for his words. “After we move, y’know? Next year. We find the apartment and we move in and then we can figure out the rest.”

“That sounds really good.”

Their rooms were at least on the same floor, and she handed Dan the spare card for her room, watching him grin as she did. She went in and did her usual unpacking routine - toiletries in the bathroom, her planned clothes for the circuit hanging up neatly, checking the locks worked and the mirrors were real after one too many TikTok’s that terrified her. Her final step was putting her pillow on the bed, the habit Michael had made her pick up after one too many complaints about her awful sleeping habits. It didn’t particularly help, but she did it anyway.

They’d gotten in late, but there was only a one hour time difference. The room service menu looked good, a lamb kofta and lemon tart for dinner. The food arrived not long after she ordered and she settled at the desk to eat.

Three minutes later there was a knock at the door and it opened, Dan coming in with his own plate. A kiss to her head before he sat down with his steak, Em watching as he cut in and smiled at how it was cut.

“You’re a simple boy, eh Dimples?” She asked, enjoying how the first nickname she gave him that drunken night had stuck.

“I’ve got you and a steak, what else could I possibly want Emmy?”

“You know you don’t need to charm me, right?” He held out a forkful of peppers for her, in return she gave him some fries.

“But if I want to?”

“Then by all means, but don’t expect magic. I didn’t bring anything fancy considering what customs here is like.” The last time she’d brought anything involving what she considered her nice underwear was in 2019 when her luggage had been searched. She wasn’t doing that again.

They ate in mostly silence, Dan leaving only to put his room service cart outside his door and hang the do not disturb sign on it. Once he was back they got ready for bed, another episode of Criminal Minds on TV as they cuddled and got comfy. Em couldn’t tell you what happened, instead lulled to sleep by Dan’s fingers in her hair and a kiss against her forehead every few minutes.

The next few days passed, and she could see the seething rivalry between Red Bull and Mercedes was going to spill over. Thing were tense in the paddock, she’d never felt an atmosphere like it. Her first two years were a party mode, people glad a season was over, relaxing and looking forward to the break. Last year was covid and weird. But this felt strange.

She was sitting having coffee with Britta on Thursday morning before media really kicked off and asked her the magic question.

“Has a final race been like this before? It feels…weird.” The other woman laughed, checking her watch and taking a sip before answering.

“2016. 2012 a little, but we won so I kind of forget it. Things didn’t feel as poisonous then. Everyone knew unless Sebastian didn’t finish he’d probably win, so that was the aim. But 2016 was rough, and we weren’t near Mercedes then. It’s going to be interesting.”

“Definitely.” She wanted to see Dan at the top of the standings, wanted to see him race and race well. But this felt weird. She’d known Max just out of his teens, focused and sure and cocky. Lewis had become a friend. It was weird calling him that, but it was how things were.

Seeing Dan finish out of the points wasn’t great, but it was over and the season was done. The safety car finish that wasn’t a safety car finish, the way it all ended up left a weird taste in her mouth. Em had no loyalty to any team despite the friendships she’d made with people across both of them. Splitting the trophies felt just. But it was still strange. That night they all went to a party held by someone, drinking and dancing. In the rented out room it felt safe to be near Dan, but as soon as they were leaving for the hotel it was that gap between them. Into the provided car and through the lobby and up to her room, Dan stepping in behind her and pinning her against the wall. The sex was fierce and frantic and desperate, both of them putting everything they had into it. Dan rubbing against her, filthy words falling out of his mouth about how she looked, how she felt, how good she was as she begged him for more and more until they were seeing stars and clutched together.

Monday was promo. Em sat at the side of the garage with her iPad, already slotting in dates for the following season. Her earplugs were carefully in her ears as she watched the filming happen, content for the off season between Lando and Dan. It was exhausting, but the season was over. So many flights and hotels and this and that and the other. They’d done the maths and realised they spent more time in hotels than their bedroom during the season. She wanted to go home.

But she didn’t. She didn’t want to be in the cold London apartment alone. She didn’t want to sit on their couch and hit her leg off the coffee table Dan hated. She didn’t want to put his helmet on the shelf alone. They had a ceremony for it, Dan’s arms around her as she slid it into its new home. But their time together was ticking away shorter and shorter and she didn’t want to think about it. So she pulled up the latest apartment listings he’d sent to see if any of them suited. And then frowned when she realised he was looking in his rental bracket, not hers.

“Penny for them?” Blake asked, slipping into the chair across from her. She made herself smile up, hitting the lock button on the iPad and closing the case.

“Not a lot. Looking at apartments, wondering what the hell Danny is thinking of with some of them. I told him my budget.”

“And you know Dan. He wants the perfect place. You two doing ok?”

“There’s no us two, Blake.” Her words were short but she’d had enough of everyone saying they were together.

“Tamothy you’re either being wilfully or deliberately blind. He worships the ground you walk on. You’re moving in together. I live beside you, I hear too much.”

“We’re moving into a two bedroom.” She took a breath before continuing, letting that sink in. “Dan and I are…we are complicated and messy but he is my best friend. He knows me better than anybody else does. And whatever is going on with us is between us. You know I love you, you know you’re my brother, but you have to let this be between us. Ok?”

She took a sip of the iced tea beside her, stretching out her shoulders and arms the way Michael had instructed her to every half hour she was typing away. Blake looked like he was going to say something but Dan arrived over, grinning and wearing yet another OKX shirt.

“Did you take a look at the listings? I really like the SE1 one, it’s got balcony views over the Thames. If you can view when you’re back we can do the deposit?” He took her bottle and half emptied it, handing it back to Em who took another sip before looking up at him.

“I saw, except it’s five times the budget we said. Dan, seriously.”

“Emmy we can afford it. If we decide to do a budget by income like we should it’s me covering most of the expenses. Have a look at it?” He tried widening his eyes but she was immune from them. Mostly.

“No. We’re looking in the price range you and I set. Then if we can’t find anything that suits we’ll go higher. Understood?” He nodded. “This shoot is only supposed to be another twenty minutes, how’s it going?”

“My part’s nearly done. What’s next?”

“You get a full thirty minutes for lunch if you’re on time. Then it’s a couple of Android ads. I got them to give Blake a Pixel phone and tablet so you can look like you use them all the time instead of being the Apple geek we know you are. Once that’s done it’s a Gulf Oil pre-tape, a couple of holiday messages to record - Christmas, New Years, Lunar New Year because that’s before you’re back from Australia - and then you’re mostly done for the day. Apart from the Pirelli test meeting at five. That’s just going over the tires for tomorrow, the aim, introduce you to how the mule cars will work. That kind of thing.”

“You are my calendar countess, thank you Emmy! Going back to work now, are you both getting lunch then?”

“I’ll drag her from her desk!” Dan grinned at Blake’s response before jogging back. Once he was gone Blake stared at Em with wide eyes. “You drank from your bottle.”

“And?” She waved her hand at the papaya insulated metal bottle she carried with her everywhere. Water usually, but in hotter places it was iced tea with ice cubes carefully prodded through the lid. Everyone regularly in the garages had one.

“You never do that. I saw you nearly slap Michaels hand away for doing it. But you let Dan who was sweaty from being under huge lights all morning drink out of it and you drank out of it straight away.”

“So? It’s not a big deal.” It wasn’t. She was sanitary, that was all. Dan’s tongue was in her mouth most days, it wasn’t a big deal to share a water bottle. She forced Blake’s words out of her mouth as she started planning the 2022 Ric3 release schedule, only interrupted by going for lunch before spending the rest of her day on it. That night she didn’t do her usual day before checkout routine, instead curling up in bed with Dan for a lazy make out session before they went to sleep.

The next morning Em stopped packing and looked up at Daniel, watching him pace around the hotel room that he hadn’t left that morning, needing the extra time with her. He was more anxious than usual before getting in the car.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” She pulled his chin down so he stared at her before getting on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. “You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

“I just wish you were going to be in Perth with us. The kids miss you and want to see you, Mum and Dad keep bugging me that I have to be able to do something to get you in. We could do Melbourne or Sydney and spend it—“

“And you’d spend it away from your family when the entire reason you’re going back to Oz and spending fifteen days in a very small hotel room with Mikey is to see them. It sucks. It completely sucks that we’re going to be apart for two months. It sucks that we’re not spending Christmas together when we’ve spent almost every day of the last two years together. But you need to see them.” She couldn’t help the tears falling at her words, the realisation that she had to spend so much time away from her boys hitting her. They’d been her entire life, but they needed to see the other people who loved them even though she couldn’t go. She and Dan had poured over the regulations but had come to the same conclusion. She wasn’t Australian, she wasn’t married to an Australian, so she couldn’t enter Western Australia. None of Dan’s connections could get the restrictions lifted, even though she’d asked him not to try. He still had because of course he had.

“Emmy, don’t cry.” He sat on the bed and pulled her close, cradling her the same way they’d curl up on a jet together. Mike would be at the door any minute telling him to get his ass downstairs, testing was starting soon, but he didn’t care. She came first.

“I’m sorry. I just…ugh. I want to be there. I miss everyone. I want my big hug from everyone and the reminder to eat up because we don’t settle down in one place enough. I want to spend a day cooking with Grace and Michelle and getting shown the recipes she doesn’t trust you with. It’s just not fucking fair.” Dan’s hand ran through her hair, pushing kisses to her forehead as he soothed her. Seven fucking weeks. Fifty one days. It was the longest they’d spent apart since she’d gone to Barcelona in 2018.

“None of this is fair. I’ll come back to London, we can spend Christmas in the flat and start looking for our new place. I don’t want you alone for it or having to get the train to Liverpool.”

“You’re going to Perth. You already paid the stupid amount of money for hotel quarantine, we both know you don’t have a choice. I’ll be fine.”

She nearly convinced herself as she got off his lap the moment before Mike came into their room, wiping her eyes and picking up her tablet before joining them in the car. Blake had told her to take the day off, but there was already dates for sponsor videos and the next car launch, and some stupid OKX campaign involving Dan as a magician that she thought was ridiculous but she’d seen how much money they were personally paying him so it had to happen. While Dan drove laps around Yas Marina to put the season that had the highest highs and the lowest lows behind them she worked, tapping away at the keyboard with more force than she intended.

“What did the poor machine do to you?” She turned at the American accent, Zak Brown standing behind her looking her up and down. Emmy shook her head and put her press smile on.

“Decided to push more things onto a schedule than there’s hours in the day. What can I do for you, Mr Brown?” The older man’s expression was smarmy and she dreaded what he was about to say.

“We need Daniel to drive tom—“

“No.”

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“You want Daniel to drive tomorrow morning instead of doing the full run today. That’s not going to work. He’s booked on a flight to Perth at three in the morning and is booked into his hotel quarantine for when he arrives in Australia. This is non negotiable.” She wasn’t afraid to stand up to Brown anymore, not after the rumour Carmen had slipped her he’d spread.

“Lando can’t drive in the morning, he’s booked on a flight then.”

“I don’t care.” She stared at him, taking a breath before speaking. “Lando’s family is in England and he was able to spend most of 2020 and basically all of 2021 with them. They were able to be at races with him. Dan hasn’t seen his family since April last year apart from FaceTime, and thanks to the season running so late this year he’s already missing Christmas and Boxing Day with them. He’s not delaying seeing them by extra time. Plus, there’s flights to London nearly every hour, Lando can get any one of them. Dan’s flight isn’t changing. Don’t ask again.”

“And if I ask him to?” She hadn’t realised the car had pulled back into the garage, Dan making a beeline for his manager’s assistant and the CEO speaking in harsh whispers at the back of the garage.

“If you ask me to what?” He swallowed part of the protein smoothie Mike had handed him while waiting for Zak to speak.

“I was telling your little assistant here that Lando needs to go back to London tonight to see family, so I need you to do tomorrow morning’s testing session. She told me you wouldn’t do it, but I know you will, right?” Emmy looked at Dan, dreading his response

“I can’t. I’ve organised hotel quarantine with the WA government, I’ve paid for it. If I’m not on that flight then I miss my quarantine spot and there’s no guarantee I’ll get another one. Lando told me yesterday afternoon he was fine about it, he had plans to spend Thursday golfing in Dubai before flying home. If Emmy says something about my schedule then that’s my schedule, she’s the one who keeps all that.”

They were a united front, and she could feel the heat radiating from his sweaty race suit just behind her. Instead of leaning back like she wanted she stayed still to watch Brown take in Dan’s words.

“Ok. We’ll make it work. Dan, Emmy.” He turned to walk away, but Emmy stopped him.

“Mr Brown?”

“Yes?”

“It’s Emma, if you don’t mind. Only certain people call me Emmy, I’d like to keep it that way.”

They watched him walk out of the garage towards hospitality and it took Dan less than five seconds to grab her hand and pull her back to his drivers room.

“Dan?” She asked once he’d closed the door, pushing her against it.

“That was fucking hot. Making sure I get to go? Standing up to him? Not letting him call you the name I gave you? Hot as hell.”

His lips dropped to her neck, tracing the length of the silver chain she always wore until he reached the number three on it. It was her birthday present from 2018, given to her during the summer break. Just weeks after they’d decided to be friends who slept together.

She hated the word friends.

“You have to eat. And drive. We can’t right now.”

“At the hotel? I want to say goodbye to you properly. Two months is too long.”

“I know, Babe. I know.”

She pressed open mouthed kisses to his jaw before pushing him slightly, pulling her ipad to her as she perched on the little desk before Mike arrived back. They were the picture of professionalism, apart from Dan’s pinkie running up and down her thigh.

When he was back in the car she had her last meeting with Michael, the two of them running through the final plans for the online platform over the winter, the pre recorded information ready to go.

“You doing ok?” Michael asked and she nodded, trying to smile. “Really?”

“I will be. It’s just gonna be weird spending time without the three of you. Dan and I haven’t been apart since we were all in lockdown.”

“Any news about you and Dan?”

“Gossiping, much?!” She tried laughing, not letting her worries show. “He’s my guy, he’s my best friend. Whatever the media or anyone says doesn’t matter. Danny knows more about me than anyone else.”

“You know we’re on your side.”

There was nothing else she could say to that. Fortunately Dan appeared out of the car, changed but unshowered.

“Winter break, here we come! I’m thinking hotel to nap, and then we can get food before we change and head to the airport? Book the restaurant for eight thirty?” Dan’s curls were wild and he still had the balaclava marks on his cheeks that Em loved to kiss off his face. Instead she stood up, adjusting the bright orange shirt as she picked up the last few things she had.

“Yeah, works for us. Make sure we’re all packed up so we can just grab them and go straight to the airport. Who’s driving? Emmy?”

“Nah, not tonight. I’m too tired, and considering the way things are around here a woman driving a car full of men?” She smiled, Blake and Mike realising the excuse she wasn’t saying.

“I’ll drive. Be fine. Let’s head back.” Blake shepherded them out, everyone saying goodbye to the team they’d worked with for the year. Em checked her watch, eleven hours until she’d have said goodbye to her boys for two months, and she wasn’t ready.

The drive back to the Hilton was quick. Mike took the passenger seat without asking leaving her and Dan holding hands in the back. When they were in the garage they waved goodbye, everyone going to their room and agreeing to meet later for dinner. Once the door to their room was closed Dan pulled her close, his hands half lifting her as her legs wrapped around his waist when she jumped.

“Dan,” Em groaned, holding onto his shoulders.

“Ive got you baby girl, I’ve got you. I promise I’ve got you.” His lips moved further down her neck as he pulled the team shirt off her body to reveal a new pink bra. “For me?”

“Wanted to look pretty for you, give you something to remember.”

“You say that like I could ever forget you.”

She was lost in the sensations, both of them shuffling clothing off in a desperate attempt to be closer. Dan’s fingers slid through the matching underwear, long digits brushing through the wet folds.

“Dan I need more. Please?” Her hips bucked up and he laid her on one of the beds in the room, hovering over her.

“I’ve got you, Emmy. I’ve always got you.” Dan’s brown eyes were clear, the depths of emotion starting. She gasped as he entered her fully, filling her to the hilt in that way she knew so, so well. Every single time they slept together it felt right, Dan stretching her perfectly. She rolled her hips and smirked at the groan he let out, taking the hint to move.

Never ask Emmy what he did in those moments, the way he moved and brought her to her first orgasm, and then her second. They were chasing their highs together, lips clashing and his thumb rubbing circles around her clit just above where she was so gloriously full.

“Let me feel you, Emmy. So perfect right like that, let me feel how good you feel.”

“Danny…Danny please babe, just there please.” She couldn’t tell who came first, the two of them hitting their climax at nearly the same time.

The last thing she wanted was for him to pull out and move, to remind her that their time together was getting shorter and shorter and they’d have to say goodbye soon. Dan seemed the same way, pushing kisses to her chest before being forced to move. Getting cleaned up after sex was easy for them now, but instead he lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom, ignoring Emmy’s complaints.

“Dan! Put me down! PUT ME DOWN!! What are you doing?!” She called, trying to wriggle out of his tight grip.

“Bath. If we don’t get one for a while I want a proper one. We don’t have wine, but we can relax for a little while. Please?” She could never say no to his big brown eyes, reaching up to kiss his cheek.

“Sounds perfect.”

The tub in the suite was large enough for both of them, Em leaning back into his arms in the hot water. Every so often she felt Dan push a kiss to her head, smiling at the movement.

“Are you going home for Christmas?” He asked and she fought but failed to stop her body going stiff. “Shit, sorry.”

“It’s fine. London’s as much home as anywhere else, either there or Monaco or Perth. But no, I’m staying away from Liverpool. I didn’t even get a text asking what I was doing for it this year.” The realisation that she hadn’t gotten anything after her happy birthday text in August hurt a little, but she just relaxed into Dan again.

“I’m sorry. It’s not fair.”

“None of it is, but it’ll be fine. I’ll curl up, take care of Blake’s plants, get your schedule for the start of next year done. Who knows, I might use some of the ridiculous salary you pay me and take a holiday. Chloe said she and Scotty are spending New Years in Switzerland. She doesn’t want me to be lonely.”

“They’re good friends. You should go. Don’t spend it all alone in the flat without me. I might look up some places for us? I’ll find some that are in your price range, I promise.” She leaned back against him to relax before she replied.

“That’s the plan Roomie.” The moving in talk gutted her every time he brought it up. As friends. Friends who slept together and were intimate together and who loved each other so much it hurt to be separated.

“I’ll see what I can find. Somewhere with lots of light and a balcony I think.”

“Sounds perfect.”

She could have fallen asleep there but the alarm she’d set went off, making her stand up as Dan ran his fingers down her legs.

“Emmy…”

“No, Danny. We need to get ready. Once we leave here you know what the rules are.” The stupid unmarried couple UAE rules. The reason she insisted she stood between Blake and Mike for most of the time they were outside, because if she and Danny were beside each other holding hands was the least they usually did.

“You know, right?” His voice was plaintive, Em dropping a kiss to the top of his head.

“I know. I know you do but y’know, right?”

A squeeze of her hand was the only response.

Dinner was fun, the four of them at the table, laughing and joking. The time of year and what was about to happen was strictly off limits for discussion, as was the safety car that had fucked up Dan’s chance of points in the last race. Instead they talked about watching other teams do tyre testing, Kimi’s retirement party that the guest of honour had left after twenty minutes, the way teams had shaped up for the next season.

“Yeah I’m surprised Haas kept Mazepin, but I guess money talks.” Blake gestured with his fork as he spoke, Em rolling her eyes.

“Just keep him away from me next year, ok? I…yeah. The rumours are bad enough. He creeps me out.”

“Did he do anything?” Dan put his cutlery down and looked at her, Em shaking her head immediately.

“He didn’t get the chance. But he knows exactly where to go to find certain people, he knows what to do. Nothing I can report and say is inappropriate, but enough that I can tell he knows he’s crossing the line. It fucking sucks. And I can’t prove it but he was spreading the worst of the rumours over the summer.” She twirled spaghetti around her fork, eating it before she could say anything else. Spending time with Mick trying to badly teach her German generally meant Mazepin was around and she hated that.

“If anything happens.” An eyebrow raise told her the rest.

“I know what to do.” She took the chance to run her foot along his calf, making sure he could feel how calm she was. She wasn’t ruining the last part of her day with her boys with crap.

The drive to the airport was fine. Two cars had been ordered because of the law that she wasn’t supposed to be in a car with any of the boys, but instead of her slipping into one of the SUVs alone Dan got in opposite her. The driver was discrete and kept quiet, Em and Dan holding hands for the entire drive to Dubai. The hour passed too quickly, and they arrived ready to go in the dark night.

Check in and security was quick, Em picking up a few things in the duty free shopping. Once they were ready the four of them went to the Emirates lounge, settling into a corner. Mike and Blake took the outer seats so she and Dan could be beside each other, a glass of champagne for everyone on the low table between them.

She couldn’t stop the tears from flowing now, the clock past midnight and the realisation she was saying goodbye to them. Her fingers were linked with Dan’s and they were silent, three occasional squeezes the only form of communication between them. She could tell when Blake and Mike noticed what was happening, their nudges between each other. Em held her breath, but then Dan realised what was happening and pulled her in.

“We can’t,” Em gasped out, worried about what would happen if anyone saw.

“I don’t care. Emmy, you need some comfort. This isn’t…fuck. Fuck it all. I’m done. I’m going up and changing my flight, I’m going to London. How the hell am I supposed to leave you like this? I don’t want you to be alone.”

“You can’t.”

“Watch me.”

“Danny, you can’t.” She looked up at him and made him stare at her, fixing his gaze with her own. “You haven’t seen your family in more than eighteen months. You’ve got your hotel quarantine ready to go. They’re holding Christmas dinner until you’re out of quarantine and can see them all. You have to go.”

“I don’t want you to be alone.” He squeezed her hand three times but she could see his resolve breaking.

“I’ll be ok. We’ll FaceTime every couple of days. But look here.” She lit her phone screen, showing him the photo of her, Isaac, and Isabella from Christmas 2019 when the kids were so much smaller and a pandemic was barely a thought. “Those kids are so excited to see their uncle Dan again. You have a full suitcase of presents waiting to be loaded. Grace is dying to hug her boy and she and Joe just want to congratulate you for Monza. You have to go.”

When Dan pulled her into a hug she knew she’d won, and the two of them stayed curled up in a chair like that together. Mike and Blake moved chairs so nobody could see them as a just in case, but Dan held her and Em breathed in his scent deeply. Fifty one days. She could do this.

“Passengers for Emirates flight EK 420 to Perth, First Class is boarding shortly. Please proceed to the boarding gate for transport to your plane.”

She went to stand at the announcement but Dan didn’t let her go, squeezing her tight.

“Another minute. Please?”

“Ok.”

They got another three before Blake shook Dan’s shoulder to get them to move.

“Mate, we have to go. C’mon.”

Em forced an all too fake smile on her face as she hugged her boys, Michael holding her close for a moment.

“Look after yourself,” she murmured, watching as he nodded seriously.

“And I’ll look after him for you, Wiggle. I’ll email you those new video ideas and we can see what works?”

“Perfect.”

Hugging Blake was the same, arms wrapped around her as he pushed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Wish you were coming back with us. If we could…”

“It’s not your fault. Blame Australia. Gonna miss you Blakey.”

“Miss you too Ems.”

Dan was the final one to grab her and she didn’t want to let go. He pushed the quickest kiss to her lips as he hugged her, Em wanting to deepen it but knowing she couldn’t.

“I’ll change to the London flight. I’ll do it now.”

“And then your family will hate me. I’ll see you soon. You know, right?”

“I know. Y’know, right?”

She kissed his cheek before letting go, stepping back to give distance between them all.

“Go get your flight. I’ll text when I land in London, please let me know when you get into Perth. Good luck with the quarantine.”

She waved as they walked away, tears streaming down her cheeks. Ever since they’d been locked down on the farm she’d spent every single day with at least Dan, if not Blake and Mike right there beside her. But now she was facing fifty one days alone and all Em could do until they announced her flight was cry.

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