Falling short of the mark | OP81 x LS2
summary . . . After the Dutch Grand Prix, Logan wants nothing more than comfort. Oscar is the first person to be there for him, reassuring him that everything will be fine.
request . . . yes!
word count . . . 0.6k
warnings . . . cursing
alexavia yaps . . . so sorry this took so long!! i didn't really know what to write so i just yapped </3 hope you like this!!
Logan knew what his fate would be as soon as he hopped out of the flaming car. He was going to be dropped. He knew that, James knew that, everyone at Williams knew that.
He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't. He wanted to be mad and to punch the walls of his driver's room, but he couldn't. He was frozen on his couch, his eyes threatning to spill with tears, his throat paining from holding back the urge to sob.
His Formula One career was over, and this time, it wasn't just a threat or exaggeration. It really was over. He had fallen short of the mark, again.
And as he sat there, his limbs too heavy and his happiness gone, he thought of the one person who would be able to cheer him up. The one person that would make everything alright.
Oscar Piastri.
Oscar, the name brought him comfort, reassuring him that there was someone who cared for him. One person who didn't give a fuck if he performed well or if he scored points or not.
His best friend.
Logan heard his footsteps before he heard his voice, calling out for him. Here, Logan had muttered quietly, so quietly he could barely hear himself. He just wanted Oscar to be there.
And then Oscar was there, his eyes full of pity and sorry. But Logan didn't want his pity, he wanted his comfort.
He wanted his hugs, even though they were awkward.
He wanted his comfortable words, even though most times he never knew what to say.
He just wanted his presence.
Just wanted him to be there for him.
"And you know, it's really fucking unfair. You've driven so well this season and James taking this away from you is unfair," Oscar spoke, his voice stern. His hands kept going around, as if he was presenting something. "You're going to go to Indycar and show these motherfuckers how good you are. Everything will be fine."
"Really? You're sure?" Logan said, uncertain. It was probably Oscar trying to comfort him, Logan was 98% sure that Oscar didn't mean what he said.
"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" He shifted his body, now facing Logan. "You did so well in F2, and you did so well in your rookie season. And FYI, the Williams car is shit."
Logan laughed, an emotionless cold laugh. Oh, how the tables have turned. From being in the best team in F2, to joining a back-marker team in F1.
Logan was happy for Oscar, he really was. Mclaren was a great team and Logan was really happy that Oscar didn't join Alpine. But he just didn't understand why.
Why couldn't have Logan joined a top team? Why is he not good enough? Why is he a failure?
"Logan, I know what you're thinking. Me joining Mclaren was a case of right timing. You have amazing skill, and James is a fucking idiot to not see that. You're still new to this, so please stop thinking so bad of yourself. You're not shit."
Oscar always made him feel like he had worth. He always made him feel like he was something. He made him feel special.
And he knew Oscar wouldn't let anyone take that away from him. He knew that Oscar would burn down the Williams garage if he had to.
But maybe, he might need to sometime.
Logan's face broke out into a smile, his body finding Oscar's in a hug. Here, everything felt right, even if everything was wrong outside the door.
For now, he was going to cherish this moment. He tightened his grip on Oscar, his eyes closing and a sigh escaping his mouth.
He wasn't going to let anyone take this away from him.
Even if it meant the end of his career.