Of course it had to be Carlos. It was always Carlos. "Great, another race ruined," Oscar sighed in frustration to Lando hours after the race briefings and interviews. It wasn't fair. "He literally dived straight into me, he knew there was no room, but of course he thinks he's above everyone else." Lando rolled his eyes in response.

"Oscar, mate. I highly doubt there was anything personal about it. It's racing, that's what happens."

"Yeah well that's not what you keep saying when Max crashes into you."

Lando winced. "That was crashing into me on purpose though, we both know that. He's been driving way too dangerously lately. Carlos however is an excellent driver and knows what he's doing. You're too quick to judge him."

"I just don't get what his deal is."

"Just get to know him and stop hating each other so I can stop being a bloody barrier between you both, it's embarrassing."

 ooO0Ooo

It was late into the night in Monaco the next day, very few shops were still illuminated. Oscar was heading back towards his hotel when he heard a heavily accented shout from across the street, followed by a crash. He thought the voice sounded familiar, but dismissed it. However the shouting persisted, it was coming from his hotel. He mentally begged them to shut up so he'd be able to sleep, he'd had a stressful day and the last thing he wanted was no sleep. He continued up the path and to the entrance of his hotel. He flashed his key card and made his way to his room when he heard a voice he definitely recognised coming from Lando's room.

"Lo siento, no se que hacer-" (I'm sorry, I don't know what to do)

"I don't understand, Carlos, please-" Oscar knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, yet he was curious, the Spanish driver was usually nothing but stubborn and confident, something he grudgingly admired.

"Necesito ir a casa, yo-" (I need to go home, I-)

"Carlos breathe, please, tranquilo, yeah?" Lando struggled to calm his best friend as he sat sobbing into his hands on the side of Lando's bed.

Oscar decided that he should probably do something. He knocked on the door, and the tension practically thickened. He heard whispers and the door clicked open a fraction, revealing a panicked Lando.

"Now's not really the time-"

"Is he okay?" Lando froze, searching for a hidden intent in his teammate's eyes.

"I..." He turned around, meeting the pain ridden eyes of Carlos who stared at him, a silent plea to stay silent. He returned his gaze to Oscar. "I'll talk to you later, I swear, just give me a few hours." He winced, ended the conversation and closed his door behind him, leaving Oscar frozen on the other side.

He could still hear their voices through the door. "Please breathe, Carlos."

"Él era mi amigo. ¡Él era mi amigo lando! El prometió... Lando he promised, he promised me, we- ambos prometimos, we both swore we would never-" (He was my friend. He was my friend Lando! He promised... we both promised.)

It was at this point Oscar knew he had no right to listen in, it was none of his business, Carlos had no reason to confide in him. However he did guiltily feel smug that he wasn't unbreakable. 

The next morning Oscar was walking across the Paddock as the teams prepared and packed away when he came across Lando whispering to Charles, whose brows were narrowed with concern and grief. Lando saw Oscar out of the corner of his eye and abruptly ended their hushed conversation, smiling at Oscar although coming out more as a grimace.

"Mornin' Osc." Lando greeted, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Morning, what're you doing here Charles? Sainz isn't here."

Charles tried and failed to disguise his wince at his teammate's name. "I know, I was just catching up with Lando."

"Where even is he?"

"He's...uh-"

"Back in Madrid," Lando finished. "He decided to go back early." Oscar knew how to take a hint, he saw the expression of a warning, warning him to stop asking questions.

"Typical." He rolled his eyes. Charles' expression firmed.

"It was good talking to you Lando," He dismissed himself and returned to Ferrari's hospitality, leaving the two Mclaren drivers alone.

"Seriously mate, I get you hate him for whatever reason, but you're crossing the line, okay? Leave him be."

"What the fuck for? He makes my life a misery." Oscar felt his anger build up a storm inside of him. What right did Lando have?

"Just leave mate, I don't even wanna talk to you right now. Come back when you've sorted out your shit, I don't want a teammate who treats others like this."