LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

TWENTY

TWENTY

"Daddy, what happens if you don't win the Canadian Grand Prix?"

Luiz Cohen smiled as his daughter was sat on the shoulders of the kid that he was mentoring, Sebastian Vettel as she questioned her father.

"I win!" Sebastian smiled, interrupting before his mentor and best friend could answer.

"You never win." Eight year old Larissa teased the German, who immediately began to tickle her sides and beamed as he heard her squeals.

"What was that, huh?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please stop!" Larissa squealed, desperately trying to get her breath back.

"If I don't win, I take my competitors out, so he does."

Luiz smiled proudly at his daughter with the German, seeing that she was going to be in safe hands, if anything went wrong whilst he was driving and made it so that he couldn't raise his little girl.

Because he had a hunch that soon, his reccuring nightmare would come true.

He could only hope that his daughter would be okay without him.

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"Kid! Kid! can you hear me?"

Larissa blinked as her steering wheel came in to focus, and heard her Team Principal, Franz Tost and her radio engineer, Matthew, in her ears as if they were frantically trying to get hold of her.

She felt hands loop around her, pulling her out of the car which had begun to smoke with the smoke growing darker by the second.

She was pulled to safety and out of the way of the crashed car and placed against the front of another car as someone began to check her for injuries.

She could barely concentrate, and she couldn't even remember clipping someone's car causing her to skid and lose control of her car during practice.

She felt her helmet being carefully removed from her head, followed by her balaclava, before soft hands were placed upon her cheeks to seemingly shake her from her trance.

She blinked repeatedly, her eyes finally able to find focus and see a boy stood in front of her with a concerned look upon his face.

"Mon Cherie, are you okay? You were conscious but unmoving, even as smoke was forming." Pierre Gasly spoke with his hands gently resting on his team mates cheeks, his eyebrows furrowed together in concern.

Pierre had been the car behind his team mates car, and he had seen her clip the car of Lance Stroll as he was refusing to let her past and defended to stop her from overtaking him in his home race, which was ruled as dangerous driving due to the fact that he had forced her off the track once before and almost pushed her in to the wall, and would have done if the girls team mate hadn't braked to allow her to squeeze behind the Canadian.

He had seen her skid and lose control, before coming to a stop because she skidded off the track and collided with a barrier. He had heard the radio engineers trying to speak to her, so he pulled in behind her to get her out before marshals could.

He didn't know what to think as he saw her just staring at her steering wheel, even as smoke plumed from her vehicle.

It was as if she was frozen in time.

"I'm okay." Larissa's cracking voice pulled the French man from his thoughts. "I just don't know what happened."

"Stroll is a dick, that is what happened." Pierre clenched in jaw, his nostrils flaring slightly.