Formula 1 | One Shots

Crash Part 1 | Charles Leclerc

Authors Note: Done in dual POV.

Part 1 of 2.
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Do you know when they say your whole life flashes before your eyes in life threatening moments? I always thought it only happened in the movies, until I quite literally just experienced it.

Time stood still. It was like I was outside of my body watching the crash happen in slow motion, while also watching my life flicker before me. It was surreal in a way, being a bystander to the movie of your life. I had always wondered what happened when someone was in a life or death moment, and here I was witnessing it.

My first birthday, I could vividly see my papa lifting me to blow out the candles of my cake. My first karting race, watching my brother lift me on his shoulders to proudly show me off. My 16th birthday with George and Lando, my kiss first with Billy Sustin under the Eiffel Tower, my first love, my first heartbreak, my brother retiring F1, the day I found out I'd sign in F1 with Mercedes, meeting Charles....all coming in fast flashes across my brain.

It all happened so fast. I was leading the race in P1. One minute I was turning the corner, with plenty of room, the next minute Ocon's car was turning into mine sending me rolling into the barrier. I wasn't sure if he was at fault or it was a racing accident, but I braced myself for impact. One spin in the air, followed by another, with a hard smash against the barrier.

My head hurt, it felt like I was spinning. I was trying to yell but nothing was coming out. It felt like I was upside down, but in reality I wasn't. I could see half of my car further down the track, in pieces. Where was Ocon, was he okay?

"Rosberg are you okay?" I hear my race engineer say over the radio. 

"Gemma, do you copy?" "Please Gemma, do you copy?"

My allusions made me believe I was able to speak back to him, until he kept asking if I was okay, telling me help was on the way. I smelled gas and smoke. I tried to pull myself out of the now smoking car, when in reality I couldn't even move my body. Was I paralyzed or just in pain?

I felt myself coming in and out of consciousness. What was taking the marshals so long to rescue me? Was I going to make it out? I knew the dangers of this sport, but had never been in a situation like this. I laid there, pain slowly taking over my body. I was growing exhausted and a part of me feared for the worst. I still couldn't tell what was real and what was my imagination but I felt myself being pulled towards a light.

The last thing I remember seeing before loosing consciousness was his green eyes. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the way his dimples appeared whenever he'd flash his famous smile. How he'd run his fingers through his hair when he was nervous, or how he swore he hated chocolate, but would always eat mine. 3 years of Charlie. My Charlie. How would he react to watching what just occurred? He had lost too many people in his life and despite being the one in pain and the one who just crashed, my heart ached for him.

Slowly I succumbed to the voice telling me to close my eyes and relax. The voice was soothing, angelic almost, telling me it was okay to rest. "Gem, you're going to be okay." 

I felt a sense of peace surround myself as my eyes fluttered closed, a smile falling on my lips thinking of Charles and what he was whispering to me last night while we cuddled in bed together, 'cherie, heaven is a place on earth with you.'

Charles POV

"Red flag, red flag Charles."

God this race was just getting heated and someone had crashed. I hope whoever it was, they were okay. I was looking around the grid to see the other drivers slowing down, and I kept my eyes open for the number 22 Mercedes, for Gemma. I slowed down and radioed back in to check on who it was.