Team orders- autistic Oscar Piastri, ADHD Lando Norris

14: energizer bunny

Oscar's POV:

After being 'ill' yesterday, they'd swapped my simulator day to today but something about going in for a simulator session on a Wednesday made me uneasy, more nervous than usual.

I headed straight through to where the simulator was, meeting Tom there. "Feeling better?"

"Yea a bit."

"That's good. Let us know if things get too much and we'll end today's session early, don't want you tiring yourself out before this weekend." I half-smiled and instantly knew that it had not looked at all natural. "Need anything before we start?"

I got my water bottle, sipping at it slowly as I got my gloves and helmet on, ready for the simulator. I zoned in when I raced. It was very much like nothing else mattered and for one, that made it easier to sound calm on the radio (because I pretty much always was) and it also gave me peace. I'd come out on a Tuesday afternoon and breathe deeper. Except today it would be a Wednesday afternoon and like all slight variations, that stressed me out slightly. I reminded myself of my session with Kasper yesterday; it was normal to feel higher stress levels right now coming to the end of the first part of a very long season and after my first win. Everything was totally fine.

Lando's POV:

"Jesus Christ, you're like an energizer bunny today," Jon laughed, looking up from the iPad where he was noting down information to see me still running on the treadmill.

"So. Much. Fucking. Energy." I puffed out, still going.

"Do you want to take a break? We just needed to do a cool down and then you've got some free time before we head off."

"No break." I said still running and still puffing.

"Don't tire yourself out too much, you've got a race this weekend remember?" I half-nodded in reply, gulping heavily several times to coat my dry throat.

About 5 minutes went by and I was still running, I felt the energy draining out of me like it always did but for some reason there was so much left. "Mate, seriously, don't push your limit."

"I'm fine." I mumbled, breathless and yet still going. I had to get rid of the energy like I had in the simulator yesterday. I couldn't talk to Oscar this all over the place, I couldn't get on a plane like it either.

Jon walked over calmly and turned off the treadmill. "What's up?"

"Huh?"

"Is this about your session with Kasper yesterday?"

"What no?" I went to turn it back on, he blocked my hands.

"No one sees you as anything less, you have nothing to prove."

"I'm not trying to Jon, I'm just trying to tire myself out so I sleep on the plane."

"It's a short journey, you'll be fine without your nap." He gave a small chuckle but kept looking at me sternly.

"You don't get it, I really need to get rid of this energy."

"What energy? Did you have a red bull this morning? You know Zak will kill you for giving them money." He laughed, I didn't.

"Nope, no red bulls, I just kind of didn't sleep and my brain is just going haywire and I want it to shut up. You know me, it shuts up when I make it from running my legs off."

"I do know you and that's why I'm telling you to stop, let's do something else to make you tired instead."

"Not another session with Kasper, if that's what you're about to suggest," I said with a sigh, sitting next to where he had sat, knowing that he was probably right about getting off the treadmill.

"No, don't worry. They recommend you only do one or two a week anyway."

"Would Zak and Andrea make me do two?"

"Depends. Would you want to?"

"Uh," I paused, if you'd asked me before my session yesterday I would have said never in a million years. Now though, maybe I would. Maybe if it would stop me messing up my starts every race, I'd do it till the end of time, "I'd have to see."

"There's an option to have Kasper come to races with us to do on the go sessions with you and other members of the team."

"Who?"

"It's confidential, like you seeing him is. But you're not the only one, that's for sure."

"I'd have to see how I felt about it first, plus, Zak and Andrea did say I only had to do it for a few weeks."

"But if you're finding it useful-"

"I don't know yet," I said sharply, cutting him off but immediately feeling bad about it.

"What do you want to do to get rid of your energy then?" I thought about what helped, remember my boxing fight with a coat hanger and turned away from it.

"I don't know, what do you think." I bit my lip and took interest in the floor.

"Dodgeball?"

"Dodgeball?" I asked, looking up at him.

"We can set up a small court in the room next door, it's big enough. And I'm sure I've got some foam footballs in the cupboard over there. You know how to play dodgeball right?"

"Yea, but don't you normally play in a team?"

"How about if you get someone 'out' like catch their ball or throw it at them and it hits, you get a point. First to ten points, wins."

"That doesn't sound too bad actually."

"Okay then, but just prepared to get thrashed!"

A/n Hey! Thanks for reading. Looking forward to the racing this weekend.