Lost and Found

Epilogue

Sara was bouncing her leg. She was screaming on the inside. She had never been more in conflict with her own thoughts. One side of her was screaming that she wanted Pierre to win. He had been through so much the year prior, he deserved the win, literally and figuratively.

But then again, Carlos. He was so close and after being second fiddle for so long, at Toro Rosso, at Renault and now having a brilliant rookie next to him, deserved to show why Ferrari wanted him for the next year. And quite frankly, he deserved the win before he would be right back in the middle of the pack where Ferrari was struggling even to score points.

Sara was in conflict with herself and that made the race even harder to watch.

"I swear if this race takes more than one minute I am going to pass out from anxiety." Carlos Oñoro, Carlos' cousin and manager laughed.

"Let me just stand behind you just in case you are going to pass out in forty-five seconds because we have at least another five minutes to go." Sara groaned and pretended to pass out, laughing her anxiety away.

"I'm not joking though, this race is gruesome when it comes to my nerves." They stared at the tv. Carlos was right on Pierre's gearbox and it seemed like he was looking for the winning overtake in every corner while Pierre was trying to make his car as wide as the entire track the entire time.

When they finally crossed the finish line, Pierre had managed to keep Carlos behind and Sara was screaming.

"Let's go to the podium." Carlos Oñoro nodded to the exit of the box and together they jogged to the fences that had been put up to keep the teams from getting too close and being run over by the cars and then flooding the place.

Sara looked around. Not one team that usually stood on the podium. Juliette stood between the people and when the two girls made eye contact, Sara started walking to her friend. She was shaking her head as adrenaline was coursing through her veins.

"Can you believe this?!" Sara's was loud but she didn't care, everyone was loud and it didn't bother anyone as everyone who was standing there, was excited for their driver to be on the podium. Sara threw around Juliette. It was still a bit strange but it felt like old times.

"I can't believe this. He made it. Pierre fucking did this." Sara smiled. Pierre had become Juliette's everything she had only been worried about Pierre. She was lucky, she didn't have the conflict of who she wanted to win more. "I don't know how to behave." Sara smiled as she watched a tear roll down Juliette's cheek. She had never seen the young French-Britton more excited about a win, despite not her own. "My goodness. And Carlos P2." Sara fought the tears, though it was a battle lost.

"Look at us-" Sara laughed at the state the both of them were in. "being emotional. Oh, my fucking gosh. The stress. One more minute and I would have died."

"For real, the sweat." Both girls leaned on the fence as they waited for the cars to arrive. "And I have to focus on Hamilton. Isn't the right combination."

"Not going to lie here, Julie. Your team fucked it up all over again, creating this wonderful podium." Sara wiped away the tears from her cheeks but more continued to flow.

"But it was a fantastic race wasn't it." It was the first time, Sara wasn't upset that Juliette didn't show more emotion towards her own wins and losses. She now understood Juliette. And the triumph of Pierre winning overruled every other emotion.

"This is probably the best race in years."

"That's true. Full redemption mode." The cars arrived and goosebumps spread over Sara's arms. She didn't know where to look with both Pierre and Carlos getting out of the car, but her eyes quickly made the decision to look at Pierre who was so happy. She looked at how he celebrated with his team, with Juliette. When he was done talking to Juliette he looked at Sara.