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Leclerc's Plan

April 2022
Imola, Italy

Senna Hamilton walked through the paddock as calm as possible. She arrived to the circuit earlier that expected and the media interview didn't start for two more hours, beside the group she was assigned in, was the last.

She liked to imagine she was walking on a fashion runway following the beat of the music that sounded through her headphones.

She liked feeling like the main character once in a while.

"What is it with the Hamilton's and their need to make the paddock a fashion runway?" Mike Vettel asked his father. The two German drivers where sitting outside of McLaren's hospitality when they spot the youngest Hamilton walking to her own hospitality.

Sebastian let out a chuckle still with his gaze on the girl he considered his niece, almost daughter. "I don't have any idea, but they sure make themselves noticeable."

"Who makes themselves noticeable?" Lando Norris interrupted their talk, sitting aside his teammate.

Mike pointed his head to Senna. "The Hamilton's."

Lando let out a small smile. "She's very cute." Sebastian nodded, agreeing with the British driver.

On the other hand, Senna noticed both Vettel's and Lando looking at her with a smile on their faces. Normally she would go to greet her friend and uncle, but the presence of the British driver made her have goosebumps.

She didn't know what was going on with her. She had never been one of those people who was embarrassed by things like talking to her crush, but for some reason, Lando Norris made her extremely nervous.

So, contrary to what she was used to, she only smiled in their direction and went to Mercedes' hospitality, in search of her father or George. But before she could get there, a hand pulled her and deviated from her way.

"Hey!" She complained to the one who had pulled her. Her eyes traveled to the face of her kidnapper. "Charles, let go!" She tried to pull her hand but the Monegasque didn't let her go. The two ended up in a storage room near Ferrari's hospitality. "You're gonna lock me again?" Senna crossed her arms and spoke angrily.

Charles rolled his eyes. "Shut up, okay?" He talked. "I want to talk about our little plan."

"What plan..." She started but she immediately remembered. "Oh, that plan. Well, what did you want to tell me?"

"At the moment I don't have the time to explain to you, and since you don't want others to see us for fear that your dad will wonder what we're doing, today at midnight I'll see you at the hotel roof to start executing the plan." He replied.

"At midnight?"

The Monegasque rolled his eyes again. "At 12 o'clock."

Senna frowned. "Yes, I know what is midnight, asshole." She rolled her eyes. "But at that hour it's suspicious enough." She paused. "Well, as if this meeting in a storage room wasn't suspicious."

"It's at 12 or nothing, Senna."

"Okay."

"I still don't know why I accepted helping you." The boy spoke about to leave the place.

Senna laughed slightly. "A favor of mine could change your life."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say." He opened the door.

That's how both drivers took their respective paths, mentally thanking that no one saw them leave that warehouse, they both knew that it would not be well seen by others.

But for a third pair of eyes, it was inevitable to see the youngest Hamilton and Charles Leclerc coming out of a small warehouse.

Hours later, the interviews were over and the drivers were free to do whatever they wanted for the rest of the day, so Mike and Senna decided to go to one of the must-see places in Imola.

Ayrton Senna Monument.

Hamilton had never gone, so it filled her with excitement to visit the monument of the driver she was named after.

Ayrton Senna was and still is a legend in the world of motorsport, considered the best driver of all time. It's always a shame to remember how his career ended ahead of time.

Lewis Hamilton was always a big fan of the Brazilian driver. Even though he didn't know that years later, he would also become a motorsport legend.

"And here we are, in front of the great Ayrton Senna." Mike spoke looking at the monument. "Oh, I would have loved to meet him."

"Same." The girl said admiring the view in front of her. "Sometimes I feel that our names make people expect too much from us..." She began to speak without taking her eyes off the monument. "I mean, Senna and Michael, considered the best drivers in history, followed by Hamilton and Vettel, who will also be imprinted on the motorsport history as ones of the greatest... That's a lot of pressure."

"I feel the same way." Mike expressed. "It's a lot to live up to..." The boy eyed Senna, watching her expression. "Is that why you refuse to talk to the other drivers?" He asked but Senna did not say a thing, giving him the answer.

After a few minutes of silence, the girl spoke. "Even though the don't say it out loud, I know they think that we don't deserve our seats, that we will never live up to our fathers' names, it's a lot of pressure sometimes."

Mike placed his hand on Senna's shoulder. "I know how you feel, I used to feel the same way, but my dad is always reminding me that no matter what people say, I know I'm here because I deserve it." He said. "I think I should talk with Lewis because clearly you two hadn't touch this subject." He wrapped his arms around the girl. "You're more than enough, and you deserve your place here."

Senna hugged Mike stronger. "I love you, Mike, you're the best friend I could ever asked for."

"You're basically my sister, I would do anything for you."

Back at the hotel, both young drivers went to the hotel restaurant to grab dinner. They were later joined by their respective fathers.

"How was your day, kids?" Seb asked. "I noticed you weren't in the paddock, so I guess you decided to go somewhere else."

"It's was okay." Senna answered. "We went to see Ayrton Senna's monument, and we had a very heart to heart conversation." She chuckled.

"Is that's so?" Lewis asked with a smile. "About what?"

"I will tell you later." Mike answered him causing Senna rolling her eyes.

A few hours went by and it was already 11:57 pm. It was time to go to the roof and meet with Charles. Senna got out of her room quietly and made her way to the elevator, where she pressed the last floor, once there, she walked toward the stairs that led to the roof. It was scary, darkness was never one of her favorite things, so she wasn't very happy with doing all of this just to get to the roof and talk with Charles, but maybe it was worthy.

Maybe Charles was her answer to get closer to Lando.

"Charles?" She asked quietly. "Are you here?" But nothing. Just the sound of the wind. It was a chilly night in Imola and Senna was just wearing an oversized shirt she stole from her dad and her pijama pants. She waited for 20 minutes, but still nothing. "I should have known he wasn't going to show, you're an idiot Senna." She rebuked herself. "I'm going back to sleep."

"And miss the plan of the year?" A second voice made her jump in surprise. "I thought you wanted to get closer to Lando."

"It's 12:27." She said.

"And? I have a watch too, I know the time." He answered.

"You said 'meet me at 12' well, you're late."

Charles only shrugged. "So? I'm here, that's what matters, right?" The girl rolled her eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me, Senna."

"Yeah whatever." She rolled her eyes again. "I hate unpunctual people."

Charles let out a small sarcastic laugh. "You sure are your father's daughter."

"Well yeah, anyway, what do you wanted to tell me?"

"I came up with this, hear me out cause I'm not gonna repeat it, okay?" Senna nodded. "Tomorrow after the first free practice I'm gonna go with Lando, you have to make sure you're with George cause I'm gonna call him and invite him over with us, he'll invite you too, so you have to go with him, you're following?" She nodded again. "Alright, then I'm gonna come out with a lame excuse and tell George to come with me, let's pray Lando doesn't want to go as well, now, once George and I are gone, you're going to be alone with Lando, and that's where you have an opportunity to talk to him." He explained. "It's not much, but we need to start little by little."

"I still don't know why you accepted helping me."

"I like the idea of you owing me something." He shrugged. "I still haven't heard the magic words." He smiled mockingly.

Senna frowned. "Magic words?"

Charles nodded. "You know, 'Thank you Charles, you are the best and the most handsome'."

Senna rolled her eyes once again. "Thank you Leclerc."

"I told you not to roll your eyes at me, little Sen... and you're still missing some magic words." He smiled with cockiness.

"Fuck you Charles, I already thanked you, and you're definitely not the most handsome." She crossed her arms.

"Oh yeah, cause the most handsome to you is your Landooo." He tease. "Just say 'thank you Charles, you're the best'." He said but Senna just kept staring at him. "I'm waiiiiting." He said in a singing tone.

Senna looked at him with doe eyes and an innocent smile. "Oh thank you so much, Charles..." Her smiled faded away and she slowly rolled her eyes again, knowing damn well Charles hated it. "You're the best." She said in a sarcastic voice. "I'm gonna go to sleep now, rest well, I guess." She concluded and started to walk her way back to her room.

"Sweet dreams, little Sen..." He answered in a mocking tone. "Tomorrow's a big day."

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UPDATE:
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