TWENTY

"Daddy, what happens if you don't win the Canadian Grand Prix?"

Luiz Cohen smiled as his daughter was sat on the shoulders of the kid that he was mentoring, Sebastian Vettel as she questioned her father.

"I win!" Sebastian smiled, interrupting before his mentor and best friend could answer.

"You never win." Eight year old Larissa teased the German, who immediately began to tickle her sides and beamed as he heard her squeals.

"What was that, huh?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please stop!" Larissa squealed, desperately trying to get her breath back.

"If I don't win, I take my competitors out, so he does."

Luiz smiled proudly at his daughter with the German, seeing that she was going to be in safe hands, if anything went wrong whilst he was driving and made it so that he couldn't raise his little girl.

Because he had a hunch that soon, his reccuring nightmare would come true.

He could only hope that his daughter would be okay without him.

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"Kid! Kid! can you hear me?"

Larissa blinked as her steering wheel came in to focus, and heard her Team Principal, Franz Tost and her radio engineer, Matthew, in her ears as if they were frantically trying to get hold of her.

She felt hands loop around her, pulling her out of the car which had begun to smoke with the smoke growing darker by the second.

She was pulled to safety and out of the way of the crashed car and placed against the front of another car as someone began to check her for injuries.

She could barely concentrate, and she couldn't even remember clipping someone's car causing her to skid and lose control of her car during practice.

She felt her helmet being carefully removed from her head, followed by her balaclava, before soft hands were placed upon her cheeks to seemingly shake her from her trance.

She blinked repeatedly, her eyes finally able to find focus and see a boy stood in front of her with a concerned look upon his face.

"Mon Cherie, are you okay? You were conscious but unmoving, even as smoke was forming." Pierre Gasly spoke with his hands gently resting on his team mates cheeks, his eyebrows furrowed together in concern.

Pierre had been the car behind his team mates car, and he had seen her clip the car of Lance Stroll as he was refusing to let her past and defended to stop her from overtaking him in his home race, which was ruled as dangerous driving due to the fact that he had forced her off the track once before and almost pushed her in to the wall, and would have done if the girls team mate hadn't braked to allow her to squeeze behind the Canadian.

He had seen her skid and lose control, before coming to a stop because she skidded off the track and collided with a barrier. He had heard the radio engineers trying to speak to her, so he pulled in behind her to get her out before marshals could.

He didn't know what to think as he saw her just staring at her steering wheel, even as smoke plumed from her vehicle.

It was as if she was frozen in time.

"I'm okay." Larissa's cracking voice pulled the French man from his thoughts. "I just don't know what happened."

"Stroll is a dick, that is what happened." Pierre clenched in jaw, his nostrils flaring slightly.

As soon as they got back to the paddock, she felt arms wrap around her waist, as she was pulled against somebody's chest.

"You doing okay, Lar?" Esteban asked his best friend as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Yeah I'm okay, I've just got a little bit of a headache, that's all." Larissa smiled softly as she leant back against her friends chest feeling his squeeze her waist as he hugged her.

"Did the doctor clear you to race?" Zahra questioned her best friend as she arrived back from her trip because of her grandmothers funeral.

Pierre took the girls suitcase from her hand and carried it towards his team mates driver trailer.

"Yes." Larissa nodded her head, before she noticed somebody walking past the garage of Toro Rosso.

"OI!"

Larissa stormed out of the garage and rammed her hands in to the chest of Lance Stroll, seeing the boy stumble in surprise from her unknown strength. Lance stared at her in shock from the power in her push, to the aggressive glare stitched on to her face.

"What the fuck are you playing at, you idiot!" Larissa fumed at the Canadian, as other drivers and people in the paddock watched on.

"What?" Lance frowned in confusion.

"You run me off track! Then you nearly push me in to a wall! Then you steer in to me causing me to crash! Are you out of your fucking mind!" Larissa screamed in anger at the Candian, her hands repeatedly pushing him in his chest, sending him stumbling back multiple times.

Lance's eyes were wide in surprise and filled with fear. He had never seen her react like that to anything. It was as if she had lost her mind.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He mumbled quietly as his body began to shake at the pure look of hatred that he was receiving from the Cohen girl.

"You will be fucking sorry! If you ever, EVER, sabotage my race again, I swear I will fucking ruin you!" The Brazilian was pulled away by Pierre and Zahra and pulled back in to the Toro Rosso garage in an attempt to calm her down.

"Lis, lis, calm down okay. Just breathe." Zahra tried to soothe her best friend. "You need to calm down, or you could recieve a penalty for the race."

"He did deserve it though." Pierre muttered under his breath, before he released a yelp as the Bailey woman slapped the back of his head.

"Not helping, Gasoline." Zahra glared at him before crouching in front of her best friend who was seething in anger. "Calm it, okay. You don't want to make more enemies when you're trying to get a better seat for next season."

"She's trying for a better seat next season?" Franz stood behind them with a frown.

"Don't act so surprised." Zahra stood to her feet, with her arms crossed in front of her chest. "You've treated her like shit."

"True." Pierre muttered quietly.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Miss Bailey, but I do know that you're not allowed in this garage." Franz folded his arms as he stared down the dark skinned girl, but found her staring him down too.

"You've treated her with less respect than what you would treat vermin, khar. You blame her gender, her nationality, her family name, but you never blame the problem, do you?" Zahra stood firm, knowing that she had now developed a crowd of other Team Principals and drivers.

"And what is the supposed problem?"

Zahra took a step forward, her eyes cold and harsh as she stared down the man. "You."

"As for being banned from here, I don't care. You just don't like the cold honest truth that I am not afraid to tell you. You want everyone to believe that this is all sunshine and rainbows, but it's far from it. Your best driver, could have died from a head injury, because you weren't allowing her a proper diet, because you want an attractive driver to look slim. You gave your best driver, a workout that concentrated on her ass, because to you, that's her best quality and its what people are so obviously able to see when she's sat in a car."  Zahra fumed, her voice raising as she spoke. "I know that I'm not the only person here that knows the truth."

Somebody cleared their throat behind her, as she turned her body to see her best friend staring at the both of them with an unreadable expression.

"I have a contract until the end of the season, that you could get me out of, if you are prepared to pay me millions of pounds because that's the exit clause." Larissa rose an eyebrow at her team principal. "But this is how we go until then."

"You're going to treat me with the respect a Cohen, a driver, and a future Champion, deserves, or you won't make it until the end of the season as a Team Principal."

Franz didn't even pay attention to her words, because to him, in that moment, he wasn't seeing a Larissa Cohen.

He was staring straight at the five time world Champion, Luiz Cohen.

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After the practise crash, and the altercation with Lance Stroll, Larissa Cohen had been ordered to start the race from the back of the grid, and had been given a ten second time penalty that would be added to her time at the end of the Grand Prix.

Pierre qualified in 16th, so it wasn't looking too good for the pair, but it didn't mean that they weren't going to try their best.

As long as they both finished clear of Stroll, they were happy.

As soon as the race started, Pierre shot up to 14th, overtaking both Mclaren cars.

Larissa, well, she shot to 17th, in front of Stroll and braked, causing the Canadian to shunt her car from behind.

Payback.

She would probably get penalised for it, but she was already receiving a large time penalty, so she wasn't too bothered by it.

She was faced with both Mclarens in front of her, which to her, was fun because it meant a double battle.

For them, it meant that the both of them were overtaken on the same corner, as she squeezed past them going in to the corner and endured that she stayed in front of them as the corner ended.

A trick taught to her, by a certain Australian in a Red Bull suit.

Charles Leclerc of Sauber could have both laughed and cried as both Toro Rosso's overtook him, though he was able to take one place back as he overtook his French friend.

Magnussen skidded as he defended from a Toro Rosso driven by his Brazilian friend, which then gave her room to pass him, as she gave him the middle finger before speeding after the car in 10th place.

Which just so happened to be driven by a Mexican man.

Larissa found it funny to see the Force India of Sergio Perez using moves known because of her father, and she laughed even more as he used the wrong one, allowing her to use the knowledge of her father's driving tactics, to overtake him and gain 10th place.

Amateur.

"Good Job, Sainz next, he's 1.8 seconds ahead of you."

Her radio engineer, Matthew, spoke to her as she was trying to concentrate on driving. Why must they always nag? She was driving, they weren't.

"Leave me alone, don't speak to me unless I need to pit."

She soon battled with Carlos, Esteban and Hulkenburg, and passed the three of them. She was aware of Nico slowly backing off after their battle, signalling that something was wrong with his car.

Sad, but not her problem.

She was now in 7th place, with the laps quickly passing by as she was side by side with Daniel and his Red Bull, with her uncle Kimi just in front of them.

"Chuchuzinho, you've got this." She heard her father's voice in her head, which almost caused her to lose control, but it seemed that a gust of wind kept her car in control.

Both Daniel and the Brazilian were able to overtake her Uncle Kimi, with the pair squeezing past him either side like a sandwich.

It seemed like Daniel had decided to stick with her, since they both overtook Lewis together too, placing Larissa in 4th and Daniel in 5th.

That soon became 3rd and 4th though, as Bottas seemed to have a mechanical problem, with him dropping quickly down in position.

She would need at least ten seconds between herself and the Australian however, if she wanted to keep her podium, so as she noticed Hamilton behind Ricciardo, forcing him to defend, she pressed her foot to the floor and soared away to find the other Red Bull of Max Verstappen.

Max looked in to his mirrors and saw nothing, and blinked, to see that within that millisecond, that a car belonging to Toro Rosso was directly behind him, about to overtake.

Sebastian Vettel was the race leader, and heard his radio engineer tell him that he was clear, and would win the race because nobody was anywhere near him.

"Who's in second?"

"Currently a battle between Verstappen and Cohen for second."

"Who's winning?"

"Cohen."

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She had recieved a ten second time penalty at the start of the Grand Prix, but had she managed to get ten seconds clear of third place, Max Verstappen?

She was a Cohen, of course she did.

Admittedly, it was down to the tightness of milliseconds, but she had managed to keep her second place position.

Two second place podiums, in two races.

Just without fainting this time.

What made it even better, was that her team mate, Pierre had also got a point, having finished in 10th place.

As soon as she started walking up to the podium, she could see Zahra screaming for her as she was on the shoulders of their Uncle Kimi Raikonnen.

She could see the pure delight on the faces of her team mate, and Charles as both of them stood with Daniel.

She could see Esteban and Checo clapping for her, as if they were super proud of her.

And, just for a second, she saw her father standing beside her uncle Fernando, before his proud smiling face disappeared, leaving only the Spanish man in his place.

Sebastian Vettel stood on the first place position, with Max in third, as the German man patted his niece's head with a smirk on his face.

"Looks like I failed as an uncle, kid." Sebastian spoke quietly, causing her to frown. "I didn't take the competition out so that you could win."

Larissa rolled her dark brown eyes at her uncle, knowing exactly what conversation it was that he was referring to.

"Get off my podium, idiot. You never win."

Max laughed as he noticed the pair bickering and pulling at each other, to try and get each other om to the second place stand, and began to shake his champagne, before spraying it at the pair.

Larissa cheered as she was able to pull her uncle off the first place stand, before she was grabbed around her waist and pulled on to his shoulders.

This was their win.

Together.

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A/N

I swear, if Daniel doesn't get a seat for 2023 because of Mclaren doing him dirty, I will riot.

His career can't end like that, I refuse to let it happen.

But I have news!

LARISSA COHEN IS TO RACE FOR ALPINE IN 2023!

Thanks Piastri ;)

Khar is donkey, in Persian, I believe. But do correct me if I'm wrong!

ANYWAY, I was kinda in a reminiscing mood, so here we go! Enjoy!

-RUBY