Little drabbels - F1 house life - fanfiction

Night out

Lia thought she had finally put an end to the days chaos. After wrangling the drivers through breakfast, ensuring they were all set for the day, and settling a few minor squabbles, she allowed herself a moment of satisfaction. But just as she began to relax, she noticed Fernando and Checo casually making their way towards the door. Something about their purposeful strides immediately set off alarm bells in her mind.

The two Spanish-speaking men reached for their jackets, slipping them on with the ease of those accustomed to quick exits. Fernando grabbed his leather jacket, shrugging it over his broad shoulders, while Checo slid into his dark blue Red Bull teamwear jacket, the fabric whispering softly as it settled into place.

Fernando glanced at Checo as he zipped up, his voice low but with a hint of concern. "Does Christian know?"

Checo's response was immediate, a smirk playing on his lips as he tugged his jacket collar into place. "Christian knows enough about me to identify my body on a morgue table. Now let's go."

The nonchalance of Checo's statement made Lia's heart skip a beat. She gasped, already moving towards them, her footsteps quickening as Fernando reached for the door handle.

"Let's go then," Fernando murmured, his hand on the doorknob, ready to turn it.

But before he could open the door, Lia was there, her hand slamming the door shut with a force that echoed through the hallway. The suddenness of her action made both drivers pause, exchanging a quick glance.

"And where exactly do you think you're going?" Lia's voice was firm, a mix of authority and concern. She knew these two well enough to recognize when they were up to something, and whatever it was, she wasn't about to let them slip away without answers.

Fernando and Checo immediately donned their best poker faces, trying to mask any hint of their intentions. But they both knew that lying to Lia was nearly impossible—she had a knack for seeing through their deceptions.

After a tense moment of silence, Fernando finally spoke up. "We're just going to visit somebody."

Lia narrowed her eyes, not buying the vague answer. "And who might that be?"

Another exchange of glances followed, but this time, neither man spoke. The silence was telling, and Lia's patience was wearing thin. Just as she was about to press them further, the sound of a car horn pierced the quiet outside.

Lia raised an eyebrow, her suspicion deepening as she noticed both Fernando and Checo shrink slightly into their jackets, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Without waiting for an answer, she turned on her heel and flung the door open, stepping outside to confront whoever had just arrived.

Parked in the middle of the driveway was a sleek, dark car. Lia's eyes narrowed as she recognized the figures inside. Behind the wheel, with his signature stoic expression, sat Kimi Räikkönen, his cool demeanor unbothered by the unfolding drama. In the passenger seat, to her surprise, was Mark Webber, leaning back with a relaxed air.

Lia strode over to the car with purpose, her footsteps crunching on the gravel. Reaching Kimi's window, she knocked firmly, her expression a mix of frustration and amusement.

Kimi, visibly annoyed by the interruption but maintaining his legendary calm, rolled down the window just enough to speak. "Yes?" he asked, his tone flat, his poker face impenetrable—far more practiced than those of Fernando and Checo.

Lia crossed her arms, unfazed by his cold demeanor. "Where are you going?"

Kimi rolled his eyes, clearly not in the mood for an interrogation. "Out," he replied, the single word loaded with his typical brevity.

Lia wasn't satisfied with the vague response. "And that means?"

Surprisingly, it was Mark who spoke up, his Australian accent warm and disarming. "Just for a couple of drinks," he said, leaning forward slightly so Lia could see him better. "I promise we'll be back before three, and we won't drink too much." He flashed her a charming smile, the kind that usually got him out of trouble. "Please, I just want some time with friends. They deserve a break from the youngsters."

Lia let out a long sigh, weighing her options. She knew they didn't really need her permission, but she also knew that they weren't exactly going to come clean with all the details either. "Alright, I get it," she said, her tone softening. "But just so we're clear, you don't need my permission. I just want to know where you're going. In case you don't come back by tomorrow, I need to know where to send the cops to look for your bodies."

Kimi's stern expression faltered slightly as a small chuckle escaped him, the rare sound almost surprising Lia. Even the typically stoic Finn couldn't help but be amused by her dark humor.

As the tension broke, Fernando and Checo finally reached the car, their earlier nervousness replaced with relief. "So, we good?" Fernando asked, looking at Lia with hopeful eyes.

Lia nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Go on, have fun, but make sure you come back."

With her final words of approval, she turned and headed back inside, her hand lingering on the door for a moment as she watched the group pile into the car. The engine roared to life, and as the car began to roll down the driveway, Lia couldn't help but shake her head with a fond smile. These men, with all their bravado and antics, were like family to her.