Under the Microscope (Book One of Three)

Chapter 46

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Anyways! Here is Chapter 46...I think there's three more chapters? Unless I decide it needs more...so yeah :)

It's a short one but hope you enjoy!

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"Your videos with Max were cute," Lewis says when he sees me enter his driver room, words dripping with poison, stopping me in my tracks and I raise my eyebrows at him as I cross my arms, letting the door slam closed behind me.

"Bit rude considering the way I ran to be with you right now." I bite back, glaring at him. "I'm not the enemy right now." I try placating him, but I don't move from where I'm standing by the closed door.

"But you will be."

"But I'm not right now, and really? Enemies?" I question him. "Never, you love me too much!" I gloat as I uncross my arms and swan further into the room, plopping myself down on his sofa. There's just silence as I sit across from Lewis, whose race suit is undone and hanging around his waist from where he is perched on his massage table. "Talk to me, Lew." I say, "get it all off your chest now, so that you can go out there and show everyone who the fuck they are talking about."

"What do you mean?" He says, resting his head in his hands, breaking eye contact with me. He really looks broken for a moment.

"You are Sir Lewis Fucking Hamilton. Everyone knows you got sort of shafted out there, it was out of character for Mercedes but you know they can't own up to it entirely as they will want to back up George as well." I say and he doesn't move.

"C'mon Lew, I know it's hard. You wanted the win and I get that, I really do. But, the world keeps turning and you have more opportunities, not just this year but next year as well." I say, standing up and moving over to him, placing my hands on either one of his shoulders.

"This is the first time in my career that I haven't won a race going into the summer break." He says and I nod. "I have won a race every season of my career and I think...I think that might genuinely be about to end." I close my eyes and bite my lip as I try and put myself in his shoes.

"But think about how close you were..." I say wistfully and he laughs bitterly.

"Not helping, Carter."

"No, but without the safety cars, you had such a good shot. Tire degradation in the Mercedes is insanely different from Ferrari and Red Bull, race pace is phenomenal. Yeah, it struggles on some tracks but it doesn't on others." I offer him and he raises his head slightly. "You and the team are making progress, and sure, there are haters. There will always be haters Lew, especially for you and me. But we can make it really difficult for them to have a genuine reason to do so." I say and he straightens his back, my hands still on his shoulders as I look up at him. "If someone told you at the end of last week that you could expect to have been fighting for the win, not the podium, but the win this weekend...what would you have said?" I ask him and he lets out a smile.

"Bullshit."

"Exactly, bull-frigging-shit. But here we are. I know those accolades and accomplishments are ones you are proud of, but there's still a lot of time left. It's not over until the checkered flag at Abu Dhabi." I say leaning in as I stare him in the eyes and he nods.

"You're right, I'm sorry." He says and I finally pull away smiling as he straightens and sits normally.

"Don't be sorry, it was a shit show for you guys. I can't lie." He snorts, "but it's about how we get back up right?"