As assumed the flight was tense. Y/n sat by the window and Charles by the aisle. Arthur bravely separated the two of them to prevent any further discussion about Seattle. After about 3 hours in to the flight Y/n turned from the screen in front of her to the window, closing her eyes.

There it was again, the thunder, the explosion of noise, the silence. She hated these flashbacks. She gasped awake and felt Arthur's hand on her shoulder.

Arthur: Are you okay? You were mumbling a lot and just froze at one point before jumping awake.

Y/n: Yeah- uh- yeah I'm okay. I just- can we swap for a bit?

Arthur: You want to sit in the middle?

Y/n: I want to talk to Charles.

Arthur: Alright. He's still awake so go for it.

They swapped places and Charles looked up from his phone at the sudden commotion.

Charles: Y/n?

Y/n: Charles, I want to talk to you.

Charles: I do too actually.

Y/n: Back at the house-

Charles: Why'd you go to Jules this morning?

Y/n: What?

Charles: Why did you go to Jules? Alone.

Y/n: I needed to... I needed to think.

Charles: Okay...

....

Then suddenly there was silence again. This is more uncomfortable than I'd imagined Y/n thought

...

Y/n: So uh... I wanted to ask you something. At the house this morning, when I got my bags, you and Arthur were arguing. I didn't mean to but I heard some of it.

Charles: I figured you had... how much did you hear?

Y/n: Enough... Charles be honest... do you really want me to leave? Is it so you don't feel like you have to babysit me? Or do you think you just know what's supposedly best for me?

Charles: It's complicated Y/n...

Y/n: Well we're on a plane for the next 10 hours with no service. Might as well talk.

Charles: It's not that I don't want to be worrying about you in Monaco. It's also not that I don't want you to follow your own instincts. I just won't live with myself knowing I'm a reason that you gave up your dream. If you go and we encourage it you'll see that we truly support you and understand your desire.

Y/n absorbed what Charles had just said. She didn't understand why but it made her stomach twist. This was going to be a hard decision.

Y/n: I know you don't want to feel like you are the reason if I don't choose Seattle but Charles obviously you guys are the reason I'd not go. Why would I ever want to just pack up and go away from you guys? I won't be able to see you guys anymore and come to the races and go on our spontaneous adventures.

She felt a knot in her throat and blinked back tears.

Charles I can't imagine life without you guys and I don't appreciate hearing you say you want me to leave like it was the easiest thing to say. Seattle is probably the hardest decision of my life and I only have a week and a bit left before they want an answer so I need all your guys' support. Which doesn't have to come from pushing me to go. I have no clue what to do and I'm-

Charles: -scared. I know... I came to check on you at the cemetery and heard a bit of what you said.

Y/n: You we're following me?

Charles: No, I was worried about you when I saw the letter so I checked on you and left.

Y/n: But you stayed long enough to listen in?

Charles: It's not like that Y/n.

Y/n: Oh? So you weren't trying to listen to me, you just so happened to hear what I was saying.

Charles: I- look Suzuka is hard for all of us. We need to be there for each other this weekend. Let's forget about this for a bit. Just know one thing... No matter what you do Y/n we support you. I don't actually want you to go and I shouldn't have said that. I don't know how I can make the decision easier but what I can say is nobody will be mad at you for choosing your dream job...

Y/n was at lost for words. She rested her head on Charles' shoulder and breathed a small sigh. Time was ticking and she wasn't any closer to a choice. They sat in silence again until she spoke up about something that was worrying her.

Y/n: Charles?

Charles: Yes?

Y/n: I'm worried about Pierre. He hasn't reached out much recently and I can't shake the feeling that something is worrying him. Last we spoke he said he hated that he could never be there like you and Danny are for me given that he wasn't there for Jules... I told him the past doesn't matter but I could hear he was still upset.

Charles: Pierre is a great guy and he always wants to help those he cares about. The fact that there's a hole in your life he wasn't there to see filled means he doesn't know how to fill it. That will always worry him so you have to show him he can fill it somehow, words won't be enough this time I'm afraid.

Y/n: Okay, thanks... and uh- Stay close this weekend please...

Charles: Of course.

He wrapped his arm around her and eventually Y/n drifted off to sleep again. Finally getting some peaceful sleep.

After a while the plane eventually started to descend and when it landed the guys lead Y/n off of it. As they walked through the airport fans came from all directions and Arthur stayed close to Y/n as Charles dealt with them.

A very familiar voice spoke over all the chaos.

- "I thought the sun started shining a bit brighter!"

Y/n smiled and ran into his arms.

Y/n: Mr Gasly you are a flirt. I missed you!

Pierre: I missed you more. How was the flight?

Y/n: Long! What are you doing here?

Pierre: Well rumor has it that an extremely beautiful and brave lady was landing with the Leclercs and I had to see it to believe it. And DAMN, they were true. She is stunning!

Y/n: Oh but didn't you hear? It gets better!

Pierre: Better than seeing such an angel.

Y/n: Much! Apparently she's dating a very handsome Frenchman who races too! I mean how perfect?!

Pierre: What?! What a lucky guy!

Y/n: What a lucky girl!

Pierre and Y/n laughed at this and shared a quick kiss. She felt so good to be in his arms again but she still didn't know how to show him he filled the hole.

Fans were snapping pictures at this interaction and eventually the gang decided to get to the cars.

While they walked Pierre placed his hand on the small of Y/n's back and whispered down in her ear:

Pierre: Jules would be proud of you just like I'm proud of you ma Chérie.

Y/n: Je t'aime Pierre.