F1 Imagines (BOOK 2)

Cub II Multi

*Requested by jimenaalzugaray

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"Dad there has got to be something we can do about this." Your leg jittered nervously as you sat next to your dad in the Mercedes garage. 

"They won't listen and the race is almost done anyway darling, I promise you I'll talk to Ben about this afterward." Toto tried to reassure you while still maintaining focus on his driver still on track. 

To you, this was incredibly simple and it had been since you stepped foot in Qatar and the temperature around you was stupidly humid making it hard to breathe even walking around outside in the fresh air. You couldn't imagine what being in 2 layers of clothes plus having a steaming hot engine behind you felt like in this heat. 

You understood the money involved in this sport, god did you understand it so well given the position your dad had in the industry, you also understood the entertainment side of it and all of the fans that had traveled far and wide to watch their favorite sport but all of that simply didn't matter to you when you knew the safety of the drivers you were lucky enough to consider brothers was at risk. 

Part of you felt relieved when Ferrari announced he wasn't able to race, one less driver you had to worry about and despite the initial fright you were also relieved when Lewis crashed out because that meant your worry was now divided in between 18 drivers instead of 20 but after sitting in the garage listening to the complaints and weak voices of your friends it didn't feel much better. 

You were incredibly privileged and you knew that maybe that is why the decision was so easy in your head to have this race canceled but you were also incredibly privileged to have grown up in this industry, your mom and dad having chased you through the paddock when you were only a toddler because you were excited to greet drivers and mechanics, growing alongside the other drivers who too grew up in this environment like Mick, Max, Carlos, these boys were your family and each time a scenario like this presented itself you couldn't help but get protective of every single one of them. 

"Dad this is ridiculous." You tried to hold back tears after watching Logan drive through the pits, hearing his words through the radio breaking your heart. 

"Darling there's nothing I can do about it now." Your dad tried to voice his concern but to you, he just sounded like every other FIA official right now. 

You slammed your headphones down on the table (like father like daughter I guess) and walked out of the garage. If you couldn't do anything more about it you weren't going to sit through watching your favorite people in the world trying to hold it together while quickly dehydrating just for the sake of a few points. 

You headed straight to the medical center where you hoped with all your heart you'd find Logan expecting the teams and officials to have made at least one smart decision today. Walking into the medical center you were going to be stopped by officials before showing them the credentials around your neck, no technically you didn't have the credentials to head into the medical center but having Wolff as your last name came with its advantages and the official didn't seem to want to debate anything more today. 

You walked in and Logan was sitting at the end of a stretcher, his suit tied around his waist as he held a cold water in one hand and held a cold compress to his neck with the other. His face was incredibly red, his hair soaked in sweat and you could see he'd shed a few tears.  

"Hey." You walked over. You wanted to hug him but you also knew that body heat was probably the last thing he wanted right now. 

"Hey." you could see his muscles visibly relax at the sight of a familiar and comforting face.