Belonging to the Iceman

Grand Finale, Interlagos, Brazil

Nico walked through the paddock, his practices had gone fine but he had qualified way down in nineteenth, the worst he had done the entire season.

"Looks like your luck is beginning to run out Frenchy!" Seb taunted as he quickly brushed past him, "and face it.. if you don't win today's race you won't even get third in the Championship...and tell me, what team do you drive for? We all heard about Shantelle and her miscarriage; tell me how is your marriage going? Is it all fine and dandy now you're a big Ferrari superstar?"

"You wouldn't know anything, Vettel!" Nicolas snarled.

"Oh, really Nico?" Seb taunted "considering I am a four-time World Champion, LIKE your Father, I am soon to be married to my lovely Hanna, my gorgeous little girl Emily is getting bigger and more beautiful every single day and I am to be a Father again...So I think that I know a lot more than you and have a better life than you! Fast cars are always nice but in time they lose their value and their shine, as do Ferrari drivers who start to lose....and well, let's face it that...you haven't been winning lately..."

Nicolas was about to erupt with his fury, and all he could do was storm away leaving Sebastian to have the last laugh.

*

The start of the race was a complete disaster for Nicolas as he stalled on the grid and almost got rear-ended by Adrian Sutil, and his pit stops were atrocious.

"This is like Mark Webber all over again folks" Martin Brundle commentated "Nico Post in the number seven Ferrari, is struggling majorly! I mean he was on such a winning streak just a few races ago but now it seems that he's just lost 'the touch'!"

"And we all know that when you start losing for Ferrari, Stefano and Luca are always the first to notice...how is Nico going to live this one down? We'll find out right after the break when we come back to the final laps of the 2015 Brazilian Grand Prix, don't go away!" David Coulthard replied.

*

Settled back in his chair, covered in a warm blanket Alain watched the coverage of the race, Anne Marie frequently came in and out of the lounge room because she couldn't watch her son's terrible race.

Finally, she had had enough "You have to do something Alain, he's just being eaten up by the other drivers!" She begged her husband.

Sacha was also watching the race "A Caterham just overtook him...oh boy...THAT. IS. PRICELESS!" He laughed, tweeting it to all his followers.

After looking disapprovingly at Sacha for a few moments, Alain turned his attention to his wife "I cannot do anything while I am here in Switzerland and as hard as it is for me to say this...Nicolas needs to come down from the cloud he is on and come back to reality, I really think he needs to lose and be humiliated to make him see the things that matter the most!"

Their attention was brought back to the flat-screen TV where the bright red Ferrari had smacked a wall hard and was now motionless as Nico climbed out of the wreck.

His race was done, as were his championship hopes of getting into the top three.

Sacha laughed as he gently stoked Pharaoh lying in his lap, Anne Marie sobbed and left the room and Alain poured himself a hot cup of tea.

*

"Do you realise what that car is worth that you just destroyed, Nicolas?" Luca asked, more than annoyed when the Frenchman got back to the garage.

"Is it my fault that I have been having bad luck?" He snarled back.

"I don't know Nicolas, but it had better stop!" Luca growled "And did I hear some shocking news about the beautiful Shantelle Prost?" He asked.