Following Team Orders (A Steve Rogers AU x F1)

Las Vegas

Two weeks prior... Saturday

There are two things Ransom hates: losing and Steve Rogers. The man had been a thorn in his side for the last couple of years, almost beating him for championships, almost having his girl. If he thought he could murder the bastard and get away with it, he would. He was even costing him sleep. He had dreamt that he had Liv underneath him, moaning his name like she used to when Rogers interrupted them in her trailer. As soon as he saw the fucker, he woke up, hard and pissed. He decided to take a walk around the hotel. As he went to check his phone, he heard a door open. He moved behind a doorway and peak over.

And fury consumed him.

Rogers was coming out the door, hair disheveled, big smile on his face. Small hands pull him back and turn him around. The couple kiss and Ransom sees it as an opportunity to fuck Rogers by showing it to Liv. Except when Rogers pulls away, it's Liv he sees in the room. He took a series of photos and decided that this was the perfect opportunity.

After Ransom gets his coffee, he sent a message to Lance, Lloyd and Suzanne.

Have news. Meet in my room.

As Ransom stood in the window, looking over the Mexico City skyline, he smiled to himself. A plan was forming, and he was confident it could work. A knock brought him out of his thoughts, and he went to the door. He opened it and ushered everyone in. "What is going on Ranny?" Suzanne whined.

"Shut the fuck up Suzy," Ransom growled. "I have some important shit so can it." He picked up his phone and pulled up the photos. "I found a way to fuck over Rogers and get rid of Olivia." He showed the group the pictures.

"Holy fuck!" Lance looked up at Ransom. "Why are you smiling?"

"Because if the FIA made Rogers sign the same contract as me, there is a non-fraternization clause. If that's the case, then this," picking up the phone, "is our way to getting rid of Rogers, Olivia, Barnes and the whole Red Bull team. We can pick up their sponsors, their money and really be the top team in F1. And if it doesn't, well then it just fucks them over and I'm ok with that too." Ransom bite into the Danish he had.

Lloyd started to laugh. "Damn sunshine, you are going to make Mercedes unstoppable." He looked at the photos. "I have a contact at ESPN. Let's do this. That little beauty insulted me, that prick almost has the championship." Lloyd growled. "Time for this love story to end."

**

Las Vegas – Thursday before race

Andy is sitting inside the main office for FIA at the Las Vegas track. He was sitting, staring out to Las Vegas skyline, wondering what fresh hell he was being sent to. The door opened but he didn't turn. "Mr. Barber?" That's when he turned.

Jenny Williams stood in the doorway. "Jenny?"

"Hi Andy." She looked tired but determined.

He hugged the oldest Williams girl. "What are you doing here Jen?"

"I'm representing Livie for the investigation. You can only represent one of them, according to the guidelines, but we need to figure out if they violated their contracts with Red Bull or the FIA."

"Right." Andy looked down at the binders in front of him. "I've looked over Rogers's contract. There is nothing in his contract that states he can't have a consensual relationship with another driver. Steve's reputation has been clean."

"Then why are the reports indicating he's violating a morality clause?" Jenny pulled a report from ESPN.

"Contracts have a behavioral morality clause, like for drunken behavior, fighting, that sort of thing." Andy stood up and started to pace. "The only one I've heard who had an amendment to theirs was Drysdale when Olivia joined the drivers' league. Since they had history, the FIA added the clause, under Drysdale's objections, of course."