Wow.

Just wow.

Lewis’s head was in mars when he saw a Ferrari overtaking not just him, multiple other cars.

..in lap 1.

“Hey..did Sainz crash or something?” He said incredously to his engineers.

“No, that was Charles.”

What the..fuck.

..

“What- where is he now..?”

“P8. Charles Leclerc in p8.”

.

Huh?

Charles had qualified p14. His lap time got deleted.

On top of that he had a 10 place penalty, and started p19.

..what the fuck do you mean p8?

..sure Lewis had faith in a driver like Leclerc to climb positions.

But you don’t understand.

This was the first lap. T-that was 11 positions.

And Charles kept climbing,

Sure Lewis wasn’t too bad himself.

He had a bad exit from debris in his tires, and qualified p16.

was currently p6.

But Charles, was on fire.

He was p-fucking-3. On lap 10.

..

But Ferrari had a constructors to fight for.

Which was, impossible in Lewis’s eyes.

Even if they were currently gaining, it was a 21 point lap.

It wasn’t possible to get an entire constructors by yourself, Charles.

..yes. Yourself.

Sainz hadn’t ever been any help.

Charles suffering that horrid, embarrassing triple header was the reason they could test a new package,

Carlos stayed on the old one.

Carlos crashed twice in Brazil, then in Baku.

Guess the current points difference.

..

15.

Exactly.

So of course they didn’t win.

Sainz didn’t even bother for some fucking reason to do a single overtake on Lando, or to even press.

The race was over before they knew it.

Lewis did donuts,

Tears down his face.

He was leaving Mercedes.

…he was leaving his home

Everyone cheered. The roar could be heard from miles away.

Lewis got off, and took a final look. Kissing the silver cockpit for the last time.

.

As he made his way towards the cooldown rooms.

.

Then he froze.

Huh?

Why was Sainz talking to Lando like nothing happened?

You guys just lost the constructors..

He glanced at Charles-

He was leaning onto a wall

Lewis went over

That- no way..

Charles was crying.

..right?