Fever Dream - spicy F1 fanfiction- LeclercxVerstappenxSargeant AU

just a name on the llist

Logan stood in a quiet corner of the Red Bull hospitality area, his mind still racing. He'd come here to escape, to find some clarity after the confusion and tension of the day. But it wasn't long before he heard footsteps behind him. He didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

"Logan," Max's voice was calm but firm, and Logan could feel the concern radiating off him. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but it didn't help.

"Max, I really don't want to talk right now," Logan muttered, keeping his back to him.

Max didn't give up. He gently took Logan's arm and guided him toward a more secluded hallway. "Just come with me for a minute. Please."

Logan hesitated, but the quiet insistence in Max's voice made him follow. They walked down the hallway to Max's private driver room. The moment the door closed behind them, the noise of the paddock was cut off, leaving only the two of them in the small, quiet space.

Max turned to face Logan, his eyes searching for answers. "What's going on? You've been distant, and I don't know why. Talk to me."

Logan crossed his arms, trying to keep the emotions swirling inside him from spilling out. "Why do you care? You and Charles have plenty of other people you can turn to. Why bother with me?"

Max's brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about? Where is this coming from?

Logan scoffed, shaking his head. "Pierre," He spat out the name like it left a bitter taste in his mouth. "He told me you two have a habit of bringing people into your lives when you're traveling. Just flings. Something to keep you entertained. And I guess that's all I am to you as well, no?"

Max took a step forward, his voice filled with frustration and hurt. "That's not true, Logan. Yes, we've had flings in the past, this—This isn't..."

Logan shook his head, refusing to meet Max's eyes. "How can I trust you with that? You failed to mention this was an weekend only gig."

Max reached out, trying to take Logan's hand, but Logan pulled away. "Logan, please. Let's talk about this. We can fix it."

Logan backed up, his heart pounding. "There's nothing to fix, Max. Maybe you should just find another fling like Pierre says you do so often."

Without waiting for a response, Logan stormed out of the room, his heart racing with anger and hurt. He pushed through the door and into the paddock, not caring where he was going, just needing to get away.

Max followed him, desperate to stop him, but as soon as they stepped outside, they were met by a crowd of photographers and fans. Cameras flashed, and people shouted Max's name, swarming around him in a frenzy. Logan tried to stay unnoticed, slipping through the crowd, his chest tight with anxiety.

Max was caught up, trying to keep the attention away from Logan, but the damage was done. Logan's figure disappeared into the crowd, and Max was left standing there, feeling more helpless than ever.

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Max finally managed to pull away from the photographers and fans, but by then, Logan was long gone. His heart sank with the weight of everything that had just happened. He knew he needed to find Charles.

He made his way back to the Red Bull motorhome, his mind racing as he replayed the conversation with Logan. When he finally found Charles, he didn't hesitate to tell him everything.

Charles listened, his face growing more serious with every word. When Max finished, Charles sighed, running a hand through his hair. "We need to fix this, Max. Well first WE need to talk about this, because I think this time we can't just dismiss it. And we really talk to him to make sure what we want and communicate it. Cause If we only want a fling he deserved to know."