Formula 1 One-Shots (II)

Pierre Gasly [Trophy]

AN A short one-shot for Pierre's third place in the Spa sprint-race!

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WORDS: 782

WARNINGS: Mentions of death
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"Pierre!" With a happy smile, I wrap my arms around my boyfriend, hugging him tightly to congratulate him on his great race result. Coming third in Spa probably means a lot to him and all the attention he gets from the media kept him occupied for longer than usual.

"Hi." Pierre chuckles softly, one arm placed around my hips to hug me back while the other holds on to the trophy he got for coming over the finish line after Max and Oscar. We stay in this position for some more seconds before we both loosen our grip to look at each other.

"You were amazing." I compliment him, but Pierre brushes it off like it was nothing special.

"Thank you, I got lucky that Lewis didn't get me." He mumbles and it may be the truth that he got lucky that Lewis didn't manage to get past him, but in the end, the British driver got a penalty and Pierre would have been on the makeshift podium anyways.

"Come on, be proud of your achievement." I gently nudge his shoulders and slowly there comes a smile to Pierres lips. It is a good result for him and especially for the team which had some rough weeks.

"Not as good as a full race trophy but this sprint thingy also looks good." Pierre says and holds up the glass thing the three drivers received for being the quickest on the grid. It might not be as shiny or as big as the trophy for a full race is, but it is still something special.

"Let me take a look." I'll ask him to hand it over to me so that I can take a better look at it.

"Don't drop it." Pierre gives me the trophy with a slight warning, making me giggle. "I'm not named Lando." I refer to the fact that Lando made two trophies of Max drop and destroyed one of them.

There is silence between us for a moment before Pierre softly speaks up. "Can we go and show it to Anthoine?" He asks and I look up to him in surprise.

"You want to show him your trophy?" I question and I am not sure if I understood him correctly. Pierre is still deeply connected with his dead friend, and I probably shouldn't be surprised that he wants to show the trophy to him, but I still am.

"Yeah, if you don't want to come with me, you can go back to the hotel and warm up a bit." Pierre gives me the choice while taking the trophy out of my hands. He doesn't want to force me to come with him. When Pierre placed the flowers earlier this weekend, I didn't accompany him, because I thought he might want some privacy during the process.

"I'll come with you." I decide and Pierre takes my hand so that we can walk together. There is just silence between us and even though I never met Anthoine I still know he has a special place in Pierre's heart.

When we reach the destination where the crash took place, I let go of Pierre's hand and he walks the last few steps alone, until he kneels down just like he did a few days ago.

"Hey Tonio, I know it is not a race win or an actual podium, but I got this for my third place in the sprint today." Pierre softly says and I really hope he will realise that this is a great result and not just a sprint race third place.

"Wanted to show it to you, even though I know you are watching from above." Pierre continues with a bright smile, but still some pain in his voice, and my heart softly aches. Sometimes Pierre would need his friend and unfortunately, there is no way he could get an answer. There is just hope that Anthoine was right in the end and Pierre will prove everyone wrong.

I didn't realise Pierre came back to me until he hugs me tightly. "Thank you." He mutters and for a moment I am confused why he is thanking me.

"For what?"

"Because you do this even though you never met him." Pierre says and I just hug him back tightly, knowing he needs it right now.

"Hey, it is important for you, and you know I love to see you smile." I mumble and Pierre chuckles softly. He does smile a lot when he talks about his friend, no matter how sad he is about his passing.

"I love you." He mumbles and presses a soft kiss onto my temple while Anthoine watches us from one lap ahead.