Soft Launch - Lando NorrisXLogan Sargeant-Fanfiction F1

lost

Monaco was supposed to be their safe haven, the place where they could just be Lando and Logan instead of McLaren and Williams. After Lando’s second win of the season, they’d made plans to celebrate properly, away from the cameras and the chaos of the paddock. But now, as Lando paced the apartment, phone in hand, the air was thick with tension.

Logan was late. Very late.

He’d promised to be there by 7 p.m., and it was well past 10 now. No text, no call. Every attempt Lando made to reach him went straight to voicemail.

The Briton’s anxiety was starting to bubble over. Logan wasn’t the type to ghost him like this, especially after they’d spent the last few weeks navigating the ups and downs of their relationship with such care. He pulled up his phone again, dialing Logan’s number for what felt like the hundredth time.

“C’mon, Logan… pick up,” Lando muttered, biting his lip as the line went straight to voicemail again.

He hung up, his thumb hovering over the call button before he decided to try someone else. Someone who might have answers.

Oscar.

The phone barely rang twice before his teammate picked up. “Lando?” Oscar’s voice sounded strained, which only made Lando’s stomach churn more.

“Mate, do you know where Logan is?” Lando asked, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. “He was supposed to be here hours ago. He’s not answering his phone, and I’m—”

“Lando,” Oscar interrupted, his voice unusually sharp.

Lando froze. “What’s going on?”

There was a pause, and he could almost hear Oscar gathering his thoughts. “You should… check the internet. Social media, the news… just check.”

“What?” Lando’s heart rate spiked. “Why? What’s happening?”

“I—I can’t explain right now,” Oscar stammered. “Just look it up. I’ll call you back later.”

Before Lando could press for more, the line went dead.

He stared at his phone for a moment, his mind racing. The dread settling in his chest was almost suffocating as he opened Twitter, his fingers shaking slightly as he typed Logan’s name into the search bar.

The results were instant and overwhelming.

“Breaking: Logan Sargeant out at Williams—seat terminated mid-season.”

“Shock departure: Logan Sargeant leaves F1 effective immediately.”

“Williams announces Logan Sargeant's replacement for the remainder of the season.”

Lando’s breath caught in his throat as he clicked one of the articles. The details were sparse—just that Williams had decided to part ways with Logan, citing "performance concerns" and "a need for change."

His phone slipped from his hand onto the couch as the words blurred together. Out. Gone. Just like that.

“Logan…” he whispered, his mind racing.

He could barely think straight as the reality of the situation hit him. Logan hadn’t just missed dinner—his entire world had been turned upside down. Lando’s chest tightened as he imagined what Logan must be feeling right now.

Without hesitation, he grabbed his keys and headed for the door. If Logan wasn’t answering his phone, Lando would find him himself.

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The streets of Monaco were quiet as Lando drove, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. He checked every place he could think of: Logan’s usual coffee spot, the small gym he liked, even the hotel where Williams usually stayed.