ONE

"Rookie!"

A tall man with black hair shouted as he spotted his new team mate arriving near to their garages, looking lost.

He noticed how her wide and almost scared looking chocolate brown irises shot up at the sound of his booming voice, flickering with a sense of distant familiarity having recognised his face even though she had never met him.

"Your garage is this way!"

He notioned his head in the direction that her garage was, seeing her frantically nodding her head up and down a couple of times before walking in that direction, waving quickly to two people who she had obviously been with before.

He frowned as he noticed that her hands were shaking slightly, his eagle eye gaze being able to notice such things like that, which others wouldn't, and walked beside her, staying silent.

"Merci beaucoup monsieur for your help, I'm just really nervous."

Risette Renée Leclerc-Cohen breathed a sigh of relief as she spotted the garage that had her name plastered on to it, though she cringed slightly at the image that went with her name.

"You shouldn't be. It's not like you're going to lose your seat if you do shit, unlike the rest of us."

Dembe Adebayo spoke as he rolled the brown of his eyes, his tone mean and harsh as he glanced down at the young woman.

The pair split as they entered their garages, with the pair of them both driving for a team that was known mainly as LKLC Racing. It was a Brazilian team, set up by Risette's late mother when she had won her seventh World title, and it was a team that was supposed to be a team with a majority of women within it, though after her mothers death, it was put on hold.

Until her father took over in bringing the dream of his deceased love back to life, helping the team get in to Formula One and achieve good results.

Dembe wasn't supposed to be their main driver, but he needed a team after being dropped by his previous one and the team principal of the team had yet to find somebody who could take the free seat, so he took it.

He just didn't appreciate the other seat being given to the daughter of the founder of the team. He thought that it could have gone to somebody else with more experience.

The Nigerian man watched with unamused eyes as the team principal of his team walked in to the young woman's garage, a huff of air leaving his lips.

"Hey kid."

Risette turned her body around at the familiar sound of the voice of her team boss, seeing a man who had been a constant appearance throughout her childhood.

"Hi uncle- I mean, hi boss!"

Her large beaming smile shone as her brown eyes fell upon a man with dark hair and brown eyes smiling at her, giving the man a small salute.

Carlos Sainz chuckled as he noticed his new driver giving him a salute, happiness within him that she was in Formula One. The Spanish man had been tasked with being the team principal for the team the four years ago, having replaced another ex driver as the boss.

"When we're here, you have to call me boss, you can't call me uncle, okay conejito?" Carlos spoke in a gentle tone, seeing her nod her head.

"Yes boss!"

"Your father has informed me that he is running late, your uncle Arthur is navigating him and they've got lost. He promises that he's going to be here." The Sainz man noticed the girl staring down at her hands, making him frown.

"Will he be here before I go on the track?" The Brazilian spoke, seeing her boss giving her a concerned smile.

"I'll send Adebayo out first so that you've got longer to wait, but he should be. I know that you want him here for testing, but you've got me and your brother." Carlos patted the girl on the shoulder, feeling bad for her.

"She's got us, too!"

Esteban and Zahra Ocon smiled as they walked in her garage, noticing how the young girls face immediately lit up at the sight of them.

"Tia Zahra! Tio Esteban!"

Risette ran towards her aunt, with the woman bending down to wrap her arms around the young woman who reminded her so much of her late best friend.

Esteban held his hand out in a fist, grinning as the girl gave him their usual fist bump.

"We're here for all of our kids, but Larissa told us that you were really nervous and that she was worried, so we thought that we would come and cheer you up." Zahra pressed a soft kiss to the girls head.

Larissa, was Esteban and Zahra's daughter who they had named after their best friend since they had wanted her to become their child's godmother, though she never lived long enough for that.

"Larissa doesn't get nervous, I don't get why I do. Why can't I be more like her?" The Leclerc-Cohen girl muttered, sadness in her chocolate brown eyes.

"Because you are your mothers daughter." The Ocon duo reassured her, crouching by her side. "Your mother was nervous too, terrified at times and yet she never gave up because that was the sort of person that she was. You didn't give up in Formula Three or Formula Two, and we know that you're not going to give up now."

"You were born with Cohen and Leclerc blood in you darling, you were literally born for this."

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"I am so sorry that I'm late, ma chérie!"

Charles Leclerc ran as fast as he could towards his daughters garage, seeing her waiting patiently for him in her race suit, of which was the colors of the team, pink and blue.

His younger brother Arthur was stood behind them as they hugged, happiness and pride flooding him at seeing his niece in a Formula One racing suit. He felt bad for making his brother get lost.

"You're here now, papa."

Risette wrapped her arms tightly around her dad's shoulders as they hugged, relief flooding within him that his daughter did not hate him for nearly missing her pre season testing.

"Sorry, ma puce, I didn't tell him which exit that he needed to take, it is my fault."

Arthur Leclerc shot his niece a wink as she rolled her eyes, chuckles leaving both of their throats since her uncle Arthur often made mistakes that made him and whoever he was with, late.

"I'm up next, Carlos kept me out for as long as he could so that you would get here in time." Risette smiled, her hair quickly being pulled back and away from her eyes and her face, seeing that her team mate was just getting back in to his garage.

Her brother had gone out on the track before their father had arrived, but he had always been one to know that if their Tio Arthur was in a car and navigating, that it would never go well, so he went out anyway.

Her car was very comfy once she climbed in to it, clicking her seat belt in to place and making sure that everything was set for her first testing session in the afternoon.

From what she had heard, her team mate had done very well in the car in the morning session,  adding extra pressure to her as she knew that she needed to do well in order for people to not think that she had only gotten her seat from who she was.

She was always a very nervous person, filled heavily with anxiety and it was often reported just how different she was to her brother, her twin brother,  who was always very confident and cocky and it was always mentioned by people that they both represented different countries.

Her brother was driving under the Monaco flag, whereas she was representing Brazil. Perks of dual nationality.

Jules Luiz Leclerc-Cohen watched his sister on the track with a small smile upon his face, happiness within him due to the fact that they had both made it to Formula One in the same year.

The Brazilian-Monégasque boy was stood beside his team mate at their team, Williams, who had been a friend of his since he was a kid, them always acting as if they were his older brother.

"You did good with the car, J. It should be a good season."

Michel Schumacher patted his younger friend on his back, with the German man proud that both of his friends, who were practically his siblings, were in Formula One with him this season.

He missed spending time with them when he was racing, but now he could spend so much more time with them, and he was so looking forward to it.

His father, Mick, always came to his races to support him and he knew that he would also support his team mate now too, with their family now reunited in Formula One.

"J, look at the time that your sister got!" Michel nudged his friend, seeing that in her time on the track that Risette had managed to get a time of 1:34.591 which for a rookie was actually very good.

"I'll go and congratulate her, you coming too?"

Jules questioned as the Schumacher boy shrugged, following him out of the Williams garage to head towards her garage, seeing her jumping up and down in excitement at her result.

Arms wrapped around the shoulders of the female driver, with Risette instantly smiling as she recognised the scent of her brother, melting in to his arms though she pulled away to barrel in to the man who was her brothers team mate.

Michel was a few years older than them, so he was always somebody that they looked up to, and he was always involved in their lives ever since they were born, often getting mixed up in the twins mischief.

They also loved it when he would talk about their mother, because out of the three of them, he was the only one to have met her. When she had died, he had been three years old so he had limited memories of her, but memories of her all the same.

"Mausi, you did good." Michel nudged her lightly, seeing her grinning up at him which made a smile appear on his own face, which often happened whenever she would smile at him.

"Obrigado, Mimi." Risette thanked the German man, with the pair using their usual nicknames for one another.

"Welcome to Formula One."

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"Come on, Gasly. You wanted to get to know me, now is your chance."

Fetu Leota spoke as he sat opposite his team mate, since she had been asking questions for ages about him, wanting to get to know the man who was a former World Champion in Formula One.

He had won a single world championship title five years ago, when he was driving with Ferrari, although he had since moved to another team, which was Alfa Romeo.

He was known for being a very private person, and so whenever he had a new team mate, they would always try their best to interrogate him to find out more about him and his secrets.

"What made you want to become a Formula One driver?"

Melissa Gasly asked as she sat opposite her new team mate, her eyebrows raising as she noticed the small smile that the Samoan man had upon his face.

The French girl was the daughter of Pierre Gasly and his wife, Abby, who he had met through one of his best friends, Daniel, and whilst she had a younger brother who was currently in Formula Two, she was the only one in the family in Formula One.

"Well that's easy. I grew up watching Fernando Alonso, Sebastian Vettel, Lewis Hamilton and Kimi Raikonnen. I wanted to be just like them so I started karting." Fetu informed the young girl, seeing her face fill with a large grin.

"Were you a fan of my aunt Larissa?"

"I was. She was the greatest formula one driver ever, in my opinion." The Leota man gave her a gentle smile, knowing that even now it hurt the people who knew her and their children, to talk about her.

He wasn't a particularly icy man, cold and unsociable, but he just kept his life very private and didn't publicly show his true personality in order to protect himself from the media. He didn't want to be targeted, stalked and followed to the point where he had no life, so he just stayed quiet.

He had no social media, only one that was run by his manager which only posted race summaries and his results, and didn't drink alcohol or party, if he wanted to party, he'd party at his home with his trusted friends and without alcohol.

"Who is your best friend on the grid?" The Gasly girl asked, hoping to try and get to know him as much as she could since nobody had ever been able to find out much about him.

"Not you." Fetu coughed out with a small chuckle, seeing her grin at the words that left his lips. "Probably Vir or Adrián."

"Wasn't Adrián your team mate when you won your title?"

"Yes he was, we were both level on points for most of that season, it could have gone either way in that last race, I won." Fetu remembered the day five years ago as if it was yesterday, he remembered screaming down his radio when he crossed the line in first place for the final race of the season, getting him enough points to take his first and only world title.

"You have one more question, and then I am going to get some food."

"O-Oh." Melissa stuttered, noticing how the man became a lot more closed off than he had been, obviously not wanting to share much else to her.

She was lucky to have gotten as much out of him as she did.

"Uh, can I have more questions?"

"No." Fetu shook his head from side to side, standing up from his seat so that he could go and get some food, done with her interrogation.

"But I have one more question!" Melissa shouted as he walked away from her.

"Not anymore!"

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"Dad, I'm fine, you don't have to babysit me."

Massa Khaled whined as her father walked beside her having deciding to go with his daughter to the party that she had been invited to, to make sure that she was okay and make sure that nobody bullied her or lead her astray.

"You are my daughter, habibi. It is my job to make sure that you are okay."

Orhan Khaled spoke with the corners of his lips twitched upwards, finding it amusing that his daughter was complaining about him following her to the party.

He understood that it would be annoying for her, but what she didn't know was that he planned to go to the party anyway, it just meant that he could watch out for her, and spend time with some Formula One drivers, of which a couple of them were his friends.

He knew that his daughter had a couple of friends now racing with her, but he had friends who were racing too. One of his closest friends, was an American driver who was racing for Mclaren, called Kojo Miles.

Massa was going to be spending her time at the party with her closest friends, Amor and Elisabeth, and Orhan was going to spend him time at the party with his friends, Kojo and Vir.

As the father and daughter duo arrived at the party, they were immediately welcomed by Kojo, who held a large grin upon his glowing skin, his arms immediately opening so that his friend could hug him.

Once Kojo pulled away from his hug with Orhan, he lifted his hand up to lightly ruffle the hair of the younger Khaled, seeing her roll her eyes.

They had been racing in Formula One together for two seasons, because Massa had entered Formula One when she was nineteen, becoming the first Syrian driver on the grid which made her incredibly proud. Kojo was often way ahead in the standings and always far ahead of her in races, but he held a soft spot for the girl, due to his friendship with her father.

Massa hadn't even realised that they were friends, but then again, that explained why her father would dissappear for periods of time when at her races, he was probably seeing Kojo.

"There's a lot of alcohol around, but I made sure that there's plenty of non alcoholic drinks for you both."

Kojo Miles informed them as he held the door open, allowing them both in to his home where he had hosted the party, having lived in many places around the world, including Bahrain, which was coincidentally where Massa had been born.

Their eyes fluttered as they adjusted to the darkened lighting throughout the house, taking in the many faces of her friends and fellow drivers. She noticed that her friends that were younger than her, were solely on soda and orange juice which made her feel happy knowing that they were not drinking.

The Khaled duo split up as Orhan spent time with his friends, with Kojo and Vir incredibly happy to see him.

"Good to see you, Orhan, we're glad that you could make it."

Vir Paramar patted his friend on his shoulder, his other hand holding his drink which was just a bottle of lemonade since he did not drink when he knew that Orhan was around, in fact, he only drank when out for a meal and even then, he wouldn't drink more than one beer.

The Indian man reached behind him to grab his friend a lemonade as well, since he knew that it was Orhan's drink of choice at a party, handing it to the Syrian man who expressed his gratitude.

"Are you excited to see your daughter driving with the reigning World Champion?" Vir questioned the Khaled man, since Massa was going to be the team mate of the reigning World Champion, Mika Hayashi, the pair driving for the Formula One team of Porsche.

"I am, I was surprised when she moved to Porsche but I hope that Mika and Massa will work great together." Orhan smiled proudly as he watched his little girl dancing with her friends, laughing and joking with them.

It was nice to see her laugh.

Ever since he had lost his wife ten years ago, his daughters sparkle seemed to have dulled quite a lot, but it made his heart swell with love and happiness at the way that she was finally opening back up the world.

Maybe Mika could help her too, as they seemed to get on well together when it was pre season testing.

"Your dad is staring at you again."

Elisabeth Norris giggled as she danced, her eyes falling on to the figure of her best friends dad who was watching his daughter to make sure that she was okay and safe.

She wasn't drinking alcohol for many reasons, she had yet to turn eighteen so she couldn't drink in Bahrain, she didn't drink alcohol around Massa and she was also a lightweight, in fact she was even more than a lightweight than her father, Lando Norris.

"At least he's not attached at the hip."

Amor Tolentino smiled as she danced with her two best friends, with the Filipino girl enjoying her bottle of cola whilst at the party, happy to finally have Elisabeth joining Massa and herself in Formula One.

Amor had been in Formula One for three years, and she remembered how shocked she was last season when the summer break came along and a lot of drivers announced that they would be leaving Formula One, with eight drivers out of twenty eight leaving.

But it meant that there was a lot of fresh blood coming in to the series, a lot of who were women which made her incredibly happy. The only reason that her career and probably the careers of most of the girls were made possible, was because of a company founded by Larissa Cohen that helped female drivers get sponsorships, backing and support, called CRR.

She hoped one day to race for LKLC Racing, and she hoped that one day, the team would only contain women.

And she hoped to make friends with the children of her idol, Risette and Jules.

Kojo Miles released a loud and high pitched whilstle which made everybody within the room to stare at him, confusion evident in their eyes.

The American man raised his voice as he raised his beer high up in to the air, watching as everybody else in the room immediately copied him.

"Just letting you all know, I'm kicking everybody's ass this season!"

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A/N

The sequel is officially here, who's excited?

There's a lot of characters for a reason, I had to create a whole new grid so please bare with me as I write this

Also this is almost twice as long as the chapters that I did in legacy, so let me know if you want me to do longer chapters like this more often.

What do you think?

Who is your favorite so far?

Anyway, I hope that you all enjoy this introduction chapter and I'll see you all soon for the next one,

I'm so proud of all of you, my loves

Love you all,

-RUBY 🇵🇸🇨🇩