Final Lap - Sambucky AU

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Natasha just chuckled as she looked at her phone seeing Kylo calling her. She ignored him and looked at her.

"You... you are perfect!" She said as she walked in front of Clara. "You got everything! a first place podium, making history, looks, etc. you got everything including the one thing I wanted."

Clara looked at her confused.

"You beat my father... the legend, the king of F1. I his daughter couldn't even fucking do that Clara! I just wanted to be the first to beat him just once, ONCE!"  She said as she held her head and walked away from her.

"I push and push AND PUSH AND DONT GET GOOD RESULTS LIKE YOU AND THE OTHERS. I HAVE THE LOWEST POINT TOTAL!" She said as she teared up.

"Everyone hates me! People wish me death! People wish me to crash! People wish me to disappear, everyone Harasses me, racers, teams, fans, etc. I can't catch a DAMN BREAK!"

Clara looked at her with tears in her eyes. She realized why Natasha didn't even look at her in the winners circle.

"I-I'm..."

"Don't even apologize. I'm just pathetic enough that I can't even keep second. I'm just going to get dragged through the news all over the world as the disappointment of F1!" She said with frustration as tears went down her face.

"You're not patheti-"

"Clara. Who is holding the first place trophy? Hm?" Natasha said looking at her. Clara looked at the trophy.

"Exactly. You are. Therefore, you are the best driver in this room." Natasha said as she grabbed her clothes.

"You got it good... you've only been talked about in the media once, I have been the topic of conversation since I arrived, been called the grim reaper, accused of sabotaging my fathers, the stealer of spotlights, I'm dramatic, I'm an attention seeker, I'm everything that your not!."

Clara didn't know what to say. "Natasha... I don't know what to say. I'm sorry... I didn't..."

"Clara stop apologizing. Right Now I am so angry at my self that I can't even look at you. Why are you even here? Go enjoy your first place podium! Go do the interviews! Go smile in front of the camera without being called racist things! Go! Why are you here bothering with me?!" Natasha demanded.

"Because I care about you!" Clara yelled. "I worry about you all day, night, afternoon, morning... I worry about your mental health! I worry about you all the time!" She put the trophy down and held Natasha's shoulders.

"I don't care if I won... I'm worried about you more than having to do media." Clara said.

"I care that you won... that's the biggest thing that I'm caring about right now, you're right here telling me that you care about me being in 3rd when you're the one holding the trophy." She moved her hands as she turned to get changed.

Clara stood there and then grabbed her trophy and left. Natasha just pulled her hoodie on as Sam knocked on the door. She turned and saw him.

"Nat... are you okay?"

"What do you think?" She said as she put her hat on. "Natasha talk to me."

"No. Cause you're just going to talk to dad about it. I will get over this, so leave me alone." She walked past him.

"You do know you're a good driver... right Natasha." She shook her head and walked out of the paddock. As she was walking she saw someone step in front of her.

She recognized the persons shoes. It was Kylo. He stepped forward and pulled her into a hug. She pushed and pushed and yelled at him to let her go. He ignored her and kept her close.

She gripped his shirt until she stopped and just sobbed. She was just thankful all the teams were gone already. She just cried as she then hugged him tightly.

He held her head and kept her close. He knew that this was a goal of hers and it hurt to watch it literally watch it disappear in front of her.

"I failed."

Kylo shook his head. "No... no Paloma." He pulled from the hug and gently held her face and shifted her gaze up.

"You are just getting started." He said. He wiped her tears and sighed. "You need to stop beating yourself up like this." She moved her head and wiped her tears as more started to fall.

"It's hard to when everyone else is doing it for you." She said as he wiped more of her tears.

"Just cause everyone else is doing it, doesn't mean you do it." He said calmly as he took her hand into his and lead him to his car. "Did you get mad at anyone?" He asked.

"Yeah... my dad and Clara." She said. He sighed as she said the last name.

"I know... I shouldn't have. Just I've been holding some stuff back." She said realizing how cruel she was to Clara.

"I know you have." He took her an alternate route from the paparazzi, and got her to his car.

She got into the passenger seat. She blankly looked out the window. He started his car and started to pull out of the garage.

He reached over and held her hand as he drove with one hand. She squeezed his hand and teared up more.

"You're gonna do more than everyone ever imagined, Natasha. You are going to go down in the books as the first woman to be the world champion. You hear me?" He said.

She teared up and nodded.

"You are going to be a one to break all records, beat your dad, and make everyone regret being your enemy. You got that?"

She just nodded again.

"Good. Now... let's get you some food, get you back to the house, And let you rest. You also need to think about how you're gonna apologize to Clara and your dad." He said as he pulled on the Main Street.

"Got it." She says.

"Good. Now, sleep, and relax and don't think about anything."

She just held his hand tightly.

"Okay."