A/N: Trigger warning for this chapter⚠️ Contains crash scenes ⚠️
The scene was set. The final Formula W race of the season was about to begin. The cars had completed their formation lap and were lining up on the grid. Elena was on pole, Mollie alongside her.
Mollie took a few deep breaths. As much as she loved racing she was looking forward to this being over. She needed a rest. Next season would be hectic, a title to defend and reserve driver duties, meaning more chances to drive in FP1.
It would also be good to just chill with Seb and enjoy each other's company. She was already nervous about meeting his family. She'd met Norbert when she was a Red Bull Junior apparently but she had no memories of it.
The lights began to come on one by one. Then time seemed to stand still. Off they went and the cars lurched forwards.
***
Seb was watching from inside the Aston Martin motorhome. He'd been joined by Antti, Britta, Lance, Will and Luca. They cheered as they saw Mollie overtake Elena at the start. Sophia also got the jump on Annette Laurent. Mollie soon opened up a three second lead. Elena had Sophia right behind her and had to concentrate on defending.
Soon it was time for the pit stops to start. Elena pitted first along with Sophia. They rejoined the track with Elena still ahead of the second TBR. Mollie pitted two laps later and to Seb's dismay the team had trouble with her left front. She ended up coming out behind Elena and Sophia.
"Oh for pity's sake," complained Seb. "Come on baby, you can do it."
"She's not attacking, I think she's settling for third," Will said. "Why risk it? She's champion anyway."
"She's a racer. She will want it just as much," added Luca.
Eight laps later Mollie overtook Sophia and set after Elena. Looked like Luca was right, thought Seb.
***
Mollie wasn't going to give Elena the satisfaction of an easy win. If Elena wanted to win then she would have to work for it. Fifteen laps from the end she found herself within a second of the Russian. Elena started weaving in front of her.
"Joel, do you see this? That crazy bitch is going to cause an accident!"
"Seen and reported Mols. Keep your head down. Just be careful."
"I'm trying to be!"
***
"Come on. That's fucking dangerous!" Seb yelled at the television screen.
A few minutes later a caption appeared on the screen that Elena was being investigated, earning a cheer from everyone in the room.
Before a decision was made though the safety car was brought out after a collision between Krieg and Fukada. They followed the safety car for five laps as there was quite a bit of debris to clear. Then with seven laps left to go the safety car lights went out and the field prepared for a final battle for glory.
***
Elena swore in Russian as her team told her of the steward's decision. A five second penalty! There was no way she could get a five second lead on Rashford in just seven laps. She knew her chance of winning had gone. Well if she couldn't win then she'd make sure Rashford wouldn't be winning either. She quickly decided what she was going to do.
The safety car pulled into the pit lane and Elena backed the pack up. She began weaving as if to heat her tyres up. Crossing the line, she accelerated sharply and dodged to the side before slowing up. Mollie couldn't avoid her and plowed straight into the back of the Ferrari.
***
Mollie had a split second to react. It wasn't enough. She slammed into the back of the Ferrari, spinning it around. Sophia, who was close behind Mollie smashed into Mollie and sent her and the spinning Ferrari crashing into the barriers together at high speed. Annette Laurent and Emilia Koskinen came together trying to avoid the carnage. Emilia's car rolled,ending up upside down.
Elena's car ricocheted off of the barrier and span into the middle of the track. She ended up right in the pathway of her team mate.
Mollie's car also ricocheted off of the barrier and rolled over twice before coming to rest on its side. The red flags came out instantly. The rest of the field weaved in between the debris. The crowd were all in shock.
Mollie yelled as she braced herself for the impact. This was going to hurt.
"Mollie are you ok? Mollie, Mollie!" came Joel's voice in her earpiece. But Mollie didn't answer.
***
"No!!!!" screamed Seb, jumping out of his seat. Antti jumped up and restrained Seb who was trying to head out of the door.
"Seb, wait. I'm sure she's fine." Lance helped Antti to get Seb to sit down.
"I need to get to her. Antti get off of me ."
The tv footage cut away from the scene of the accident. They heard sirens charging towards the track.
"This is bad," said Will. Luca glared at him.
"That doesn't help Barnes."
Seb felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. Mollie, she had to be ok. It had looked bad. There had been virtually nothing left of her car.
"Jesus Christ," cursed Lance. "What the hell was Bereshnakova playing at? Fuck, fuck , fuck!"
He knew it was bad. Elena, Mollie and Emilia, he was especially worried for them. Their cars were a mess.
Seb started sobbing. "Mollie, Mollie." Britta put her arms around him and held him close. They all waited in silence. It was all they could do.
***
"Mollie, can you hear me? Mollie!" Joel said, desperately down the radio. No answer. He turned and shook his head at Tom Smollett.
"The radio may have broken," he said, trying to remain optimistic.
"Tom, Sophia answered. She's swearing like a sailor. She said her leg hurts but she's ok," reported Sophia's engineer.
"Thank God. Joel try Mollie again."
"Mollie can you hear me? Mollie! For fuck's sake Rashford fucking answer me!" he cried.
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