Logan Sargeant had always been known for his speed, precision, and nerves of steel on the Formula 1 track. But off the track, life wasn’t always as straightforward. His older sister, Y/N Sargeant, had been his first real competitor, pushing him beyond his limits from the moment they were old enough to ride bikes. But while Logan’s career took off, their relationship became increasingly complicated.
Y/N had dreams of her own. She was a gifted engineer, and like Logan, her world revolved around racing. The problem was, while Logan’s name became synonymous with glory on the track, Y/N often felt overshadowed. As a chief engineer for another team in the F1 circuit, she had to work twice as hard to earn half the recognition her brother got just by stepping into a car.
The tension between them grew silently, an invisible chasm that widened with each passing year. Logan had always been aware of it but didn’t know how to bridge the gap. His success wasn’t something he could apologize for, nor did he want to diminish Y/N’s achievements, but every time they spoke, it felt like they were talking past each other.
Things came to a head during the Monaco Grand Prix. Logan was in top form, qualifying on pole position, while Y/N’s team struggled with technical issues. The day before the race, Y/N found herself alone in the paddock, staring at her team’s car, frustration and exhaustion weighing on her. Logan found her there, quietly approaching.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” Logan said, breaking the silence.
Y/N sighed, not turning to face him. “I’ve been busy.”
“We’re all busy, Y/N,” Logan replied, trying to keep his tone neutral.
She finally turned to look at him, her eyes flashing with a mix of emotions. “What do you want me to say, Logan? Congratulations? Again?”
Logan frowned. “Why does it always have to be like this? I know things haven’t been easy, but—”
“You don’t know, Logan,” Y/N interrupted, her voice sharp. “You don’t know what it’s like to be in my shoes. To work as hard as I do, to put everything into this, and still feel like I’m just ‘Logan Sargeant’s sister.’”
The words hung in the air between them, raw and honest. Logan felt a pang of guilt but also frustration. “You think I don’t respect what you do? That I don’t see how hard you work?”
“It’s not about respect, Logan. It’s about...I don’t know, feeling like I’m enough. Like I’m not just standing in your shadow.”
Logan stepped closer, his voice softening. “You’ve never been in my shadow, Y/N. If anything, I’ve been trying to live up to you. You were the one who got me into this sport. You were the one who taught me what it meant to really care about racing, not just winning.”
Y/N blinked, taken aback by his words. “But you’re the one who’s out there, on the track, winning races, making headlines.”
“And you’re the one who’s making the cars that win those races, who solves the problems no one else can,” Logan countered. “I can’t do what you do, Y/N. And I wouldn’t be where I am without you.”
For the first time in a long time, Y/N felt her defenses start to lower. She had been carrying so much resentment, so much pressure to prove herself, that she had forgotten how much Logan admired her. She had always seen him as the golden child, but hearing his words made her realize he saw her as the same.
“I just...I wanted to make my own name,” Y/N admitted, her voice trembling slightly.
“And you have,” Logan said firmly. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t support each other, too.”
Y/N nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and regret. “I guess I’ve been too focused on competing with you, instead of being your sister.”
Logan gave her a small, genuine smile. “We’ve always been competitive, Y/N. But at the end of the day, you’re my sister first. That’s what matters.”
They stood there in silence for a moment, the noise of the paddock fading into the background as they finally found a sense of peace. The tension that had defined their relationship for so long seemed to lift, replaced by an understanding that, despite everything, they were on the same team.
As Logan prepared to leave, he turned back to Y/N. “You know, after this race, I’d really like to sit down with you and go over some of your ideas for the car. I think we could both learn a lot from each other.”
Y/N smiled, genuinely this time. “I’d like that, Logan. I really would.”
The next day, Logan won the Monaco Grand Prix, but this time, as he stood on the podium, he looked down at Y/N in the crowd, knowing that this victory wasn’t just his. It was theirs.
