SEVENTY TWO

"Look, I'm not going to put any more pressure on you, and say that you have to win this race, because I know that you know that. No matter what happens, I just want you to try your best."

Lewis Hamilton spoke to his mentee and his little sister, his hands resting on top of her shoulders so that he could squeeze them and give her comfort and his support.

It was the Japanese Grand Prix, and all she had to do was win one more Grand Prix, the problem being that ever since Spa, she had crashed out four times.

She crashed out in Belgium, in Monza, in Singapore and in Russia.

"My best right now, is just getting in to that car."

Larissa Kimi Cohen admitted as she released a deep breath of oxygen from her lungs, running the both of her hands across her tanned face.

The Hamilton man pressed a soft kiss to his sisters temple as her words hit his ears, his hands moving from her shoulders to her waist so that he could give her a hug that he knew that she needed.

He smiled to himself as he noticed that the girl practically melted in to his arms, her own arms lopping around his body so that she could hug him tighter, burying her face in to his shoulder.

"And I'm proud that you are doing that, I know that it's not easy." Lewis reassured her as he hugged her.

"He made everything better and now he's gone, it's like nothing is right anymore." Larissa whispered in a broken voice, her chest burning as her heart ached for the Hubert boy. "When I didn't have him, I had my dad and when I didn't have my dad, I had Anthoine. Now I've lost them both and I don't know what to do."

"You do what you always do, you battle through it, you win and you make them proud." Lewis comforted her, wiping away tears that had escaped from her eyes, with his hands.

"And what if I can't, Lew?" Her voice broke as she spoke, making the heart of the Hamilton break once again.

"You can, because you are a Cohen and you know that Cohen's don't quit." Lewis whispered to the broken girl and he tried to wipe her eyes again, but found that it was failing.

Larissa whispered quietly to herself as she stared down at the shoes of her mentor, making the man smile at what he heard.

"Cohen's don't quit. Cohen's don't quit. Cohen's do not quit."

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"You can't back out of winning now, you know that, right?"

Pierre Gasly smirked as he took a seat beside his best friend and former team mate as she sat on the ground outside of her garage, seeing her slowly lifting her head up so that she could give him a small smile.

He lightly patted his team mates hand as it rested on the top of her knees, of which were brought up to her chest.

"Who says that I'm backing out?"

Larissa Cohen forced her lips in to a smirk so that she could pretend like everything was okay, trying to pretend like she was not completely falling apart.

"Well, you haven't won yet, even though you're the best driver on the grid with the best car." Pierre smiled, wrapping his arm around his best friends shoulders so that he could pull her in to his side and comfort her.

"Hey! Uncle Sebby and Uncle Kimi are on the grid! Don't be so rude, or they won't invite you for the family Christmas Dinner!" Larissa scolded the French boy, lightly smacking his arm which made the boy erupt in to bright and beautiful laughter.

"I was complimenting you!"

"Compliment yourself!"

The two spoke in high voices, both in pitch and volume with neither of them caring who was hearing them, genuine smiles covering their lips despite how everything in world did not seem right and would never feel right again.

It was silent for a couple of minutes after their laughter died down, the two of them breathing heavily until the silence was broken.

"He told me to prove them wrong." Pierre muttered quietly, gaining her attention and her pained gaze. "He told me to prove Red Bull wrong."

"And you will." Larissa gave him her best smile that she could muster, taking a hold of his hand so that she could squeeze it.

"How can I? I'm in a Toro Rosso." Pierre muttered underneath his breath though he stopped when he heard his former team mate and his best friend release a scoff like laugh.

"Docinho, I was in a Toro Rosso and I won two races last season." The Brazilian girl gave the boy that she loved a stern yet proud look. "It's not about the car, it's about how you drive it."

The Gasly boy stayed silent as he watched his Brazilian best friend, his eyes sparkling with such love, pride and adoration for the girl who had always had his back.

She had his back when they were team mates, she had his back when the both changed teams, she had his back when he conpeted against her.

She had his back when he was dropped by Red Bull.

She even had his back when life was falling apart for the both of them, even though he knew that her life had crumbled way more than his had.

She had his back when she had punched Christian Horner in return for him dropping Pierre.

"Merde, you are so like your father."

Larissa's breath suddenly got caught in the back of her throat as her brain pieced together the words that her ears had just heard, her eyes widening to the size of saucers.

She had heard that same sentence from so many people throughout her entire life but there was absolutely no amount of hearing it, that had prepared her to hear it for the very first time from her best friend.

Pierre had never said that before, why would he say it now?

"I, I-I"

"I'm being honest, ma Cheri." The Toro Rosso driver smiled happily at the girl that was sitting beside him. "You are so like your father in so many ways. You're amazing, and I love you."

"That's a horrible decision, really." Larissa smirked, making the boy erupt in to loud laughter, which then made the pair of them fall victim to hysterical laughter.

"Ma Cheri, look at me."

Pierre spoke as he turned his body towards her so that she could face him, noticing and waiting patiently as she slowly moved her body so that she was directly facing him.

"You have to win this race, it's what your father and Anthoine would want you to do. They would want you to become a world Champion, despite the emotional season that it has been." Pierre grabbed a hold of the girls shaking hands, squeezing them.

"I'll hold back Verstappen so that you can get to first, consider it a thank you for always having my back and for punching Christian." Pierre leant forwards so that he could press a soft kiss to his best friends forehead, hearing her release a deep breath of oxygen out of her lungs.

"Docinho, pick a race next season, and I'll get you a win." Larissa shot the boy a wink, hearing him laugh.

"Funny." The Gasly boy jumped to his feet, lifting his hand up so that he could ruffle her dark hair, offering her his hands to pull her back to her feet, which she did.

"Team mate or not, you deserve better. Now get your ass up, we've got a race to win."

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"This race is important kid, Lewis has said that you've got it. Just try and finish the race, we're all proud of you."

"Tell Lewis that I want Nico at my championship winning party."

Larissa Kimi Cohen quietly laughted to herself as she sat in her Mercedes Formula One car as she waited for the lights to go out so that she could start the Japanese Grand Prix.

The crowd already loved her, because of her specially designed helmet that held three faces on the top of her helmet.

The faces of Luiz Cohen, Anthoine Hubert and Jules Bianchi.

She had of course asked permission from Anthoine's parents as well as Jules' family before she put their faces on her helmet, but they had immediately accepted her idea, finding that it was an incredible gesture.

Along with the tattoo of the number 19 that she had gotten tattooed next to the three numbers that were already on her side.

"Lewis here, that's not happening."

"Larissa here, Webber is officially my new manager."

"Lewis here, that's not happening either, idiot."

"Larissa here, vá se fode, Alexander Hamilton."

"Good luck out there, kid."

Both Larissa and Lewis laughed at their radio exchange, their chests moving from the giggles that were leaving their lips, smiles plastered on to their faces.

They were both joking, to a certain extent, however Lewis also knew that she was dead serious when it came to inviting Nico, his former team mate, to her winning party for winning the championship.

The Five time world Champion watched on closely as the lights went out, which meant that the race had officially started.

And Larissa Kimi Cohen, starting from the back of the grid due to a last minute change, shot instantly up a whole seven places.

The crowd screamed as they watched the Mercedes driven by the second generation Cohen shoot up, climbing to tenth place by the time of the first corner.

Which placed her behind two Ferrari's, Two Red Bull's, Two Mclarens, the other Mercedes, a Renault and a Toro Rosso.

Behind her, was an Alfa Romeo who refused to attack her, his crystal blue eyes glistening as he looked how she drove with such ease and talent, that it almost made him lose control from how much her driving reminded him of his best friend.

He honestly had no idea how she did it.

How did she carry on and cope the way that she had?

She had been an eight year old child when she had seen the crash, watching her father die right in front of her, being able to feel the heat of the burning flames that scorched her fathers skin until the explosion took him.

How had she managed to survive?

He still struggled with his best friends death, his hand had managed to graze the Brazilian man's hand, he had been so close to getting him out.

All he had needed was more time.

A few more seconds.

Larissa narrowed her eyes in to slits as her Mercedes swerved to pull alongside one of the Mclaren's, that was being driven by Lando Norris.

To avoid the barrier, the Brazilian had to make sure that they were not still alongside one another at the next corner, so she stayed as close as she could to the Mclaren, whilst still giving Lando room to manoeuvre his car if he needed to.

Her hand left her car for a mere moment to wave at the young Norris boy, who had managed to wave back, though in doing so had accidentally slowed his speed down just enough for her to be able to swoop past him, before the corner.

Ninth Place.

The next car that was next in her way, was the Toro Rosso that was belonging to Pierre Gasly, with the French boy swerving a little bit before moving outwards, allowing his best friend through and to overtake him with ease.

He followed behind her though, sticking as close behind her as he could so that he could distract the cars that were in her way.

Eighth Place.

After that, it was the Red Bull of Alex Albon that was needed for her to overtake, and she knew that he would be grinning like a Cheshire cat whilst defending from her, with the two of them having had a small sarcastic argument just before climbing in to their cars for the race.

Pierre was behind her, ready to follow her and overtake Alex whenever she did, and it was at the next corner where the perfect opportunity arose.

Where Larissa and Pierre could overtake both of the Red Bull's at the same time in the same corner.

Pierre stayed directly behind her car so when both Red Bull's went in to the corner ahead of the Cohen girl, he was right there when she flew past the both of them, whilst having also created some room for Pierre to overtake too.

Sixth Place.

Whilst Pierre was forced to stay in Seventh Place due to being unable to keep up with the speed and pace of the Mercedes and in order to keep the Red Bull's behind him, Larissa stormed ahead.

Ahead towards the next car that she needed to overtake, which was a Renault which just so happened to belong to a man with an Australian accent and the largest and brightest smile that she had ever known.

The two battled for over two laps, before the Renault was beaten by moves belonging and created by the Cohen family.

Though they both did wave at one another multiple times, the Brazilian having decided to see if the Renault could keep up with her car, of which she knew it didn't.

That, caused a very sarcastic hand to emerge out of the side of the Renault, with Daniel Ricciardo flipping her off with his middle finger before shooing her away, having wanted to see her win.

After all, it was the first race since Beligum where the Cohen family racing genes had re emerged, having been blinded and hidden by grief and heartache until this point.

Daniel knew that today was the day.

Larissa Kimi Cohen was going to make history.

Fifth Place.

Carlos Sainz and his Mclaren were next for her to overtake, however the Spanish man had no idea what had happened, since one minute, he was in fourth, only for a blur to pass him on the straight without him even noticing it in his mirrors.

He had remembered asking his radio engineer who it was and what had happened, and even he didn't know how to answer the question.

It was as if she had passed by without a chance for anybody to acknowledge it.

Fourth Place.

Her pit stops seemed to be impossibly quick too, with only one of them over the 2.5 seconds mark, barely, in comparison to some of the other drivers who were in the pits for much, much longer than she was.

"Bottas is next, Cohen. He's giving you the place."

"Tell him that I'll buy him a Reindeer."

Larissa laughed as she was allowed past her team mate with ease, the two of them sharing a little happy wave between them before she sped off once again, though this time it was in pursuit of both Ferrari's.

"He says that he'll call the Reindeer, Rosa."

"He should call it Larissa Junior."

"That's not going to happen."

"It was worth a try."

The Cohen racing driver chuckled to herself as she tightened her grip around her steering wheel, storming her car towards both cars that held somebody who she loved with her whole heart.

Third Place.

The first one that she went up against, she knew to be a German man with blonde hair and blue eyes, with a grin that so was mischievous yet loving, that she honestly wondered how she had not punched him in his face just to shut his cocky self up.

But then again, he was her Uncle Sebby.

"We've been given a message from Ferrari... 'Fick dich.'"

Her radio engineer tried desperately to hold his laughter back as he spoke to the young Brazilian who seemed to be having the race of her life, almost all of her entire fan club standing behind him who were also doing their best to not laugh at the message that she had been given by Ferrari.

Or more specifically, a certain German girl and her brother who were giggling to themselves whilst sitting in the notorious Red garage.

"Let the Schumi's know that there are more brains and beauty in my grandfathers ball sack than in their brains combined. Teletubbyzurückwinkers."

As soon as the words left her lips, the Larissa Cohen fan club erupted in to screams of laughter, knowing that she would be chuckling to herself about how big of assholes her brother and sister were.

Esteban and Zahra had to crouch down from laughing so hard, tears free falling out of their eyes.

God, they loved their best friend.

What made it even funnier for them, was that Sky Sports F1 just so happened to choose that one radio message to play live on air, to their millions of viewers.

And as they were all trying their best to not die from laughing, Larissa was able to overtake Sebastian Vettel, and get behind the other Ferrari, that was her beloved boyfriend.

Her soul mate.

Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc.

Second Place.

The two of them battled for an incredibly long time, with the pair of them repeatedly pulling ahead of one another before the other pulled the lead back, and the race was nearly over.

Sparks flew as their cars connected at times, though neither considered much damage being done, after all, it was an inchident.

"Cohen's don't quit."

Her whole life had built up to the moment where she was, just seconds away from getting a world championship, making history as the first woman to do so, and the second Cohen.

Her whole life had resorted to pressure, sponsors, support, guilt, grief, loss and mourning, that she hadn't really thought about what would happen when she won her first ever world championship.

But as her car edged ahead by thousands of a second from her rival beside her and crossed the chequered line first, she realised that she would have to think about just that.

Because, Larissa Kimi Cohen of Mercedes-AMG Petronas Formula One Team had just won her first championship title.

She was officially a World Champion.

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A/N

Quick Authors note for once...3 chapters left

Okay gotta go, I'll leave you all to celebrate, love you guys, see you all soon

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-RUBY