Soft Launch - Lando NorrisXLogan Sargeant-Fanfiction F1

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The next morning, Lando didn't waste any time. He booked a flight to England, no hesitation. Logan hadn't answered his texts, and after last night's call, Lando knew he couldn't sit around in Monaco doing nothing.

He didn't even tell Logan he was coming. If he did, Logan might tell him not to bother, and there was no way Lando was taking that risk.

When he got to Logan's flat, the door was slightly open. That sent his anxiety through the roof. He pushed it wider and stepped in, his heart pounding.

The place was chaos. Boxes everywhere-some sealed, some half-packed, and random stuff just lying around. A photo of Logan and his brother was propped against an empty shelf, and Lando spotted one of Logan's old helmets on the floor. The whole place felt... hollow.

"Logan?" Lando called, his voice cracking a little.

A few seconds later, Logan appeared in the bedroom doorway. Lando's stomach dropped.

Logan looked wrecked. His hoodie was hanging off him, his eyes were red and puffy, and his hair was a mess like he hadn't even thought about touching it. He looked like he'd been crying for hours.

"Lando?" Logan's voice was barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"

Instead of answering, Lando crossed the room in three strides and wrapped Logan in a hug. A proper hug, the kind where you hold on tight like you're trying to keep someone from falling apart.

Logan froze for a second, but then he just slumped into Lando. His head dropped onto Lando's shoulder, and Lando felt his breath hitch like he was trying not to cry again.

"You didn't have to come," Logan mumbled, his voice muffled against Lando's hoodie.

"Yeah, I did," Lando said, not letting go. His arms tightened around Logan like he was trying to shield him from everything. "You don't have to deal with this by yourself, okay? I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

Logan didn't say anything for a while. He just held on. Lando could feel him trembling a little, and it broke his heart.

Eventually, Logan pulled back a bit, wiping at his face like it was no big deal. "I don't even know what I'm doing anymore," he said, his voice cracking. "Everything's gone. My seat, my place, my... I don't even know who I am without racing."

Lando looked him straight in the eyes, his hands still gripping Logan's shoulders. "You're Logan," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You're my Logan. And yeah, this sucks, and it's not fair, but we're gonna get through it. Together."

Logan's lip quivered, and for a second, Lando thought he was about to break down again. But instead, he gave a tiny, shaky laugh. "You make it sound so simple."

"It is simple," Lando said, brushing Logan's hair back with one hand. "Because I love you. And I'm not letting you go through this on your own."

The words seemed to hit Logan all at once. His face crumpled, and he leaned into Lando again, his arms wrapped tightly around him.

"I love you too," Logan whispered.

Lando closed his eyes, resting his chin on top of Logan's head. He didn't have all the answers, but in that moment, it didn't matter. Logan needed him, and he'd do whatever it took to help him feel okay again.

After a while, Logan pulled back, sniffing and wiping at his face again. "You didn't have to fly all the way here, you know."

Lando rolled his eyes. "Of course, I did. Now, c'mon, let's finish packing. You're coming back to Monaco with me."

"What?" Logan blinked at him.

"You're not staying here," Lando said, like it was already decided. "You're moving in with me. At least until we figure things out."

Logan hesitated, looking like he wanted to argue. But then he sighed and nodded. "Okay."

"Good," Lando said, grinning for the first time all day. "Now, where do we start? These boxes aren't gonna pack themselves."

Logan actually managed a small smile at that, and for the first time in days, Lando felt like things might be okay. It wasn't perfect, and it wouldn't be easy, but they had each other. And for now, that was enough.

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Lando's phone buzzed on the coffee table, cutting through the quiet shuffle of packing. He glanced over at it and saw Alex Albon's name lighting up the screen.

He felt Logan freeze next to him.

Lando looked over his shoulder and found Logan standing still, one hand gripping the edge of a box. His face was tense, a mixture of guilt and embarrassment flickering across it.

"You've been avoiding him, haven't you?" Lando asked softly.

Logan didn't say anything, but the way he avoided Lando's eyes was answer enough.

Lando sighed, reaching for his phone. He gave Logan a quick look, as if to say, It's fine-I've got this, before swiping to answer.

"Hey, Alex," Lando greeted, trying to keep his tone light.

"Lando? Wait, are you with Logan?" Alex's voice sounded relieved but also a little worried. "I've been trying to get a hold of him for days. Is he okay?"

Lando glanced at Logan, who was pretending to fiddle with a box but not doing a great job of hiding the shame written all over his face.

"He's okay," Lando said carefully. "Or, well, he's handling things. I'm with him in England right now."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, then a soft exhale. "Good. I was starting to get really worried. He's not answering any of my messages or calls."

Lando nodded, even though Alex couldn't see him. "Yeah, he's been... overwhelmed, you know? But he's not alone. I'm here, and we're working through it."

Logan looked up at him then, his expression a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. Lando reached out, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze.

"Can I talk to him?" Alex asked, sounding cautious.

Lando hesitated, his eyes flicking to Logan for permission. Logan shook his head quickly, his face panicked.

Lando covered the phone's mic. "He just needs a little time," he whispered to Logan. "But Alex cares about you. He's just checking in."

Logan nodded reluctantly but still didn't seem ready to talk.

Lando brought the phone back to his ear. "He's not ready yet," he told Alex honestly. "But he knows you're there for him. I'll make sure he gets back to you when he can."

Alex sighed, but there was understanding in his voice. "Alright. Just... tell him I'm here if he needs anything. And Lando, thanks for looking out for him. He's lucky to have you."

Lando smiled faintly. "I'm the lucky one, Alex."

After hanging up, Lando turned to Logan, who was biting his lip and staring at the floor.

"He's not mad," Lando said, stepping closer. "He's just worried about you. You don't have to face this alone, but you also don't have to avoid people who care about you."

Logan's shoulders slumped, and he let out a shaky breath. "I know. I just... I feel like I'm disappointing everyone. Alex, you, my family-myself."

Lando cupped Logan's face, forcing him to look up. "You're not a disappointment, Logan. You're going through something really tough, and nobody's expecting you to have all the answers right now. Least of all me or Alex."

Logan leaned into Lando's touch, his eyes glistening. "Thanks," he whispered.

Lando smiled softly. "Anytime. Now, let's finish packing. We've got a flight back to Monaco tomorrow, and I'm not letting you carry all this on your own-literally or figuratively."