It is the day after I spoke to the trauma counsellor and I am thinking about going to see Mick's Formula 4 race. My instinct tells me I should go but I am not sure if it would be good. I am worrying too much. If anything happens to Mick I will quit Formula 1. At least this happened in the offseason. I release a sigh as those kinds of thoughts run through my head. You know I just need to relax. Mick will know what he is doing.

"Lewis, do you think I should go to Germany with Mick?" I decided to get a second opinion. It's the least I can do before I come to a conclusion.

"You should go because it will give you a break from this nightmare. Plus I think Mick would appreciate you going," Lewis responds. Well, I guess I got the answer that I wanted. That means that I will go. Now I will have to talk to Mick but something tells me that he won't mind so long as I don't interfere. I am happy that something is going my way.

"Would you like me to make some lunch?" I ask as I am hit by a wave of hunger.

"Yes, if I can help," Lewis replies. Knowing Lewis, He might actually take over. Not that I mind. I am not the greatest at cooking. After some looking Lewis and I have found a recipe that we both want to have. It will be interesting to see what happens. Boy am I glad that it is the offseason. I get to work on looking for the ingredients.

"Dang it," I mumble as I realise that I can't find the main ingredient of the dish.

"What's wrong?" Lewis asks. It will sound stupid but I have to tell him anyway.

"We are missing one of the key ingredients," I reply.

"So we have to go to the grocers," Lewis announces. Despite the paparazzi, I am happy with the idea of going out. After two minutes of getting ready Lewis and I make our way to the local grocers. I am soon hit by the nasty feeling that someone is watching. I am hoping that it is just a curious fan but my instinct tells me otherwise. For some reason, I pull myself closer to Lewis.

"Are you alright Liesel?" Lewis is a little confused by my actions.

"Sorry but I think the paparazzi are following us," I explained. I can feel Lewis pull me in closer. I feel comforted by Lewis' action even though rumours will be flying about Lewis and I being boyfriend and girlfriend. The good thing is Lewis and I find what we need for the dish. After finishing at the grocer's Lewis and I are quick to make it back home. As we start cooking my mind drifts back to when I won my fourth championship and the media fuss that it created.

I am currently getting ready for what could be an interesting race. It is the last race of the season and I have a chance to take the championship from Lewis. I just need to win. The problem I have right now is the fact that I may be on pole but the track is not the greatest for me. Well just so long as Lewis gives me a challenge I will be happy. All of these thoughts go through my head as my pre-race playlist goes from one song to the next. As the last song ends I grab my gloves and helmet. Just as I head to the garage I am stopped.

"Hey Liesel, are you ready?" Lewis asks as he catches up to you.

"Ready to beat you?" I snap, starting the banter. The thing is if I keep dominating I could however I know there is a lot that could go wrong. I notice a small smile creep up on Lewis' face. I don't know how he can enjoy himself when I am snapping at him. I put it down to the fact that he has known me for a while. We soon make it to the garage where we are met by Toto. He looks as stern as ever. I can see something else. That thing is bother. I put it down to the tension in the garage. Toto will want either of us to win. He gets to work on briefing us.

"Just remember it doesn't matter which one of you wins just so long as you finish strong," Toto concludes his briefing. I am not surprised by his conclusion. It doesn't take us long to get ready. I can feel the tension on the grid. There is a lot at stake in this race. The lights soon go out. I get to work on overtaking Lewis through turn one.

"Liesel, I advise that you be careful. Seb will try to get past if he sees the gap," My engineer remarks via the radio.

"Ok," I keep my response short. That means I will have two threats. Normally that would mean that I will have fun but I know I can't do anything stupid if I want to take the championship from Lewis. I have decided to settle for second unless I can see a gap. I don't have any issues with that fact because he does deserve another championship. After an hour in second place Sebastian has given up on trying to catch me. I will use the peace to overtake Lewis. I get to work on passing but I can see that Lewis has some kind of problem. He is struggling with the car.

"Can someone tell me what is wrong with Lewis' car?" I ask via the radio. I don't want people to think that he gave up his position for me.

"We think he is having issues with the breaks. I'm not sure but all I can tell you is he will have to retire," my engineer explains. Well, there goes my hopes of a challenge. It looks like I am going to win my fourth championship this year. I notice that Sebastian is trying to get past me. I am able to defend. The race soon came to a close with me first and Lewis retired from the race. It may not be the result I wanted today but I am still happy. It is because with my fourth championship I can safely say I can inspire other women to follow their dreams.

"Congratulations Liesel. You have won the championship by one point," Toto uses the radio to inform me. Well, I am not surprised after all I was able to keep Sebastian behind me. I am quick to bring the car back to the garage where I am met by a loud cheer. I still think It should be for Lewis, not me. After the podium ceremony, I head to the hospitality area where I find Lewis. He looks a little annoyed.

"You shouldn't be mad at the car," I remark as I sit next to him.

"Who said I was mad?" Lewis jokes. His facial expression changes.

"That's fair but I still think you should have come first," I voice my opinion. There is not much that I can do. It has been a couple of days since the race and I am still worried about what the press will have in terms of speculation about Lewis' retirement. It doesn't take long for my worry to be justified. I noticed the sports page. It has some negative speculations. Oh well, there is nothing that I can do about it.

"The food is ready," Lewis remarks, bringing me back to reality. I am quick to grab a fork. I take a small portion. I am impressed by the flavour that hits my mouth.

"We did a good job," I say.

"On another note what do you think the press would say about the two of us?" I decided to get Lewis' opinion. It is the least that I can do.

"I don't know and I don't care," Lewis responds. That was not the response I was expecting. I mean I care more about how they will handle the news of my father's condition. There is a part of me that wishes that I had Kimi Raikkonen's ability to keep his private life out of the spotlight. At least the rest of the food can keep my mind off of the issue for the time being. In fact, I am sure my mum will have it under control anyway.  

A/N I would like to start a series of fan-fics centred on F1 legends but I am not sure if I should. Please comment if you think it is a good idea.