LIGHTS OUT •F1•

•chapter eight•

"If it isn't my teammate and my favourite little sister," Lewis Hamilton cooed as his teammate walked through the paddock with his arm flung around the beautiful Indie Jay.

The brunette ran straight to the Champ and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. Lewis was quick to steady them both from tippling over, but his arms soon snaked around Indie.

"Lewis!" Indie beamed as she briefly stepped back before going in for another hug. "I have missed you so damn much," She bubbled, pressing her body against his.

It had been no secret to anyone just how much Indie adored the 37-Year-Old Mercedes Driver. Her father had hoped that she might have moved on from the school girl crush Indie had had on Lewis since Marty was first his engineer over fifteen years ago, but she hadn't.

Lewis had been the shining light in her world. He would find her snippy comments in briefing hilarious, and Lewis had, on odd occasions, helped the young girl with homework. Including being her muse for her GCSE Photography product.

"Well, tell your dad to come back; that would solve everything." He winked as Indie stepped back, and George walked back to the girl he had invited for the weekend.

The day had already been fantastic. She had been welcomed back to the Mercedes garage like she had never left. George had re-introduced her to the whole team but felt slightly weird when he realised that Bono, James and Toto had known the girl longer than he had.

"Don't worry, Lewis, we are working on it...." Indie smirked and slapped a hand across George's chest, "Aren't we?"

George chuckled. He knew he wanted to spend more time with Indie, but bringing her dad back to Mercedes? Well, that was something neither of them had really discussed. However, if Lewis wanted Marty back then, it was only fitting that George did too.

Lewis had been a vocal supporter of the Buckinghamshire-based engineer, even going as far as begging him to stay at Mercedes when Red Bull tried to poach him. To this day, Indie doesn't know why Marty left Mercedes; her mum, Penelope, had even told her that Marty had taken a pay cut. Perhaps it was ego, a desire to prove to the world that he could do it at another team. Maybe that was why Lewis understood it.

"If you say so, how can I argue with your pretty face." George joked before pressing a kiss to the brunette's forehead.

Lewis cocked his head. Sure, Indie wasn't actually his sister, but he still didn't like the idea of her being with anyone. Especially not an F1 driver, even if George was one of the better ones.

"Watch it, Russell," Lewis warned, pushing his hands between the two youths to separate them. "I told Marty I would keep an eye on Indigo," He added, breaking out her full name.

Indie rolled her eyes. Of course, her father had got Lewis onside. He was her kryptonite. Indie was never going to disobey THE Sir Lewis Hamilton.

George threw his hands up in defence, muttering something about Max, but Indie was distracted by the pup teetering through the garage. She had loved Roscoe for years and had even been the dog's minder when Lewis travelled.

Lewis pulled George aside as the brunette was busy fussing over the bulldog.

"You hurt my sister, I will hurt you," He warned, gripping his younger teammates' shoulders. "But I think you guys are cute, and if you want to get her flowers, she loves white roses for some reason, and also freesia." Lewis winked.

George had no intention of hurting Indie, but he didn't have time to reassure the older British man as they were both pulled away by Toto Wolff for a strategy meeting. It left Indie hanging out with Roscoe, not that she minded.