At Abu Dhabi, last race of the 2020 F2 championship

"Y/n, how is the balance?"

"It's decent, but the front grip could be better." The last formula 2 race of the season and I got ground to cover up after an early spin, caused by my championship rival, Tyler Everdeen.

"Y/n, you there?"

My engineer woke me from my own thoughts.

"Yeah I am, how long until the end?"

"7 laps Y/n, 7 laps, we got plenty of time to catch up remaining".

"What's the gap to Tyler?"

"The gap towards Tyler is 1.1 second, 1.1 second. You're gaining by around 4 tenths a lap."

"I'm gonna push and I don't care if you like it or not, this is for a championship."

"Of course Y/n, just stay wise and don't do anything silly."

I started to give everything I got, brake even later then I normally would and I caught up to Tyler with 4 laps to go. If we both crash, so be it, then I win the championship.

I saw a potential overtaking spot in turn 6 as Tyler kept struggling there to brake in time. Next lap could be the final one I thought to myself. I kept on applying pressure until Tyler made a small mistake exiting turn 6, he went way too agressive over the curb and nearly lost the back end. I get a good run on him, send it down the inside and take over the lead of the race. I accelerated out of the corner with Tyler still in my mirrors.

"Yesssss you got him Y/n, now stay focussed, he won't make it easy for you!"

"Copy, copy."

Tyler tried everything he could but just couldn't find a way round, until entering the final sector, Tyler got impatient and went for a massive divebomb on my inside, but he entered turn 13 too fast, he locked his front right and understeered into my sidepod, I felt his left front hit my rear right, the collision launched me slightly off ground and spun me off, Tyler himself lost control of the car as well and we both stalled it. I undid my seatbelts and removed myself out of the cockpit of the stricken car.

I looked towards Tyler and saw him slam his steering wheel out of frustration. I walked back to the garage, still disappointed to my engineers and they told me to not worry about it since I won the championship anyways.

"Oi Y/l/n!" Said a voice behind me.

It was Tyler

"That was quite a bit of racing, wasn't it?" with the most forced smile, Tyler came up to me.

"Yeah, if good racing means ramming someone of the track, twice... Then yeah."

"Ohhhh you put the blame on me? Classic."

"Don't act like you don't know what happened, you went for a kamikaze move on me on a place where it wouldn't go, plus you were from too far back. You're just an arrogant idiot with a heavy right foot, that's why you nearly lost it in turn 6 and why I could overtake you."

"Say that again." he stepped towards me.

"You, an idiot with a heavy right foot kamikaze attacked me and put us both out."

He looked at me for a moment then punched me on my jaw I fall on my back and he jumps on top of me and starts punching me until the pitcrew pulls him off me. I had a nosebleed and stood up.

"This ain't over yet Y/L/n!"

"Is that supposed to be a threat Everdeen?"

"Y/n, let him rage for a moment, he knows you're the better driver, now onto the medical center, the nurse will help you out." Said my engineer

I went towards the medical center and the nurse took care of my bruises and nosebleed. She was staring to me the whole time while I was listening to the radio, nothing really interesting. The nurse cleared me from the medical and I went back to my garage. My engineer looked at me.

"Yo what's wrong? Is my nose that crooked?"

"No it's nothing about you, it's Tyler, he secured a seat in F1, driving for Mercedes next season, probably a back up plan since Valterri Bottas left unexpected." Said my engineer with a small amount of concern.

"Oh well, that's weird, considering he couldn't beat me."

My phone rang, it was my manager.

"Y/n, I got bad news, Prema can't have you anymore in their F2 team, we're without a seat right now."

"Fucking hell." I said to my manager while trying my best to stay calm.

"Any teams without a driver? I need to get into a team as soon as possible!" I continued to my manager.

"Your best bet would be a Ferrari powered team, but those are pretty full already."

"Try and get me in there! I know you can convince em I should be driving in formula 1 next season." I ordered

Look, I know as no other that Y/n had some incidents and controversy going on around him, but he's willing to go for everything. Look at the other options, Y/n is better then them for sure. He goes for every oppurtunity possible, even the smallest gap" Frederic Vasseur, teamboss of Alfa Romeo Sauber was thinking hard.

"We might be able to give him a test session in the simulator of Alfa Romeo for now.".

"He won't dissapoint you all."

"So this is what, the simulator?"

"Yess it is Y/n, it's as realistic as it get's."

"So is there any time I need to beat?" I asked curious to see how close my actual pace was compared to other drivers

"Well we had Valterri Bottas run a few laps, we doubt you'll beat him, but see how close you can get."

"It feels terrible, can I adjust the setup?"

"Ehhh see what you can do." The Alfa Romeo employee sounded skeptical.

I went to go through some options, making changes to the ride Height (it was way too high making me lose top speed), softening the rear antiroll bar and stiffening the front antiroll bar. The dampers were even worse, they were way too soft and should be way stiffer to be faster.

Y/n went on a lap and instantly improved the lap time by 2 seconds.

"Wow, that is truly amazing."

The phone rang

"Speaking to Y/n." I said, still half asleep.

"Morning superstar." Said my agent on the other side of the line

"Oh, good morning, bit early to call innit?" I yawned

"Doesn't matter, it's important to know as soon as possible."

"Well, what is the news?" I was alert instantly

"Well, Ferrari decided to take a last minute swap and got Mick Schumacher alongside Sebastian Vettel, the alfa seat is taken by the young Dino Beganovic and Valterri Bottas."

"Damn, what a fucking joke."

"But I got a better offer, it might be a big gamble though."

"Tell me." I got up instantly.

"Porsche has a seat free, their original driver Pascal Wehrlein got injured and can't participate in the season, you'll be partnered up with Max Verstappen. A tough seat for sure."

"I don't care, get me in that seat, as soon as humanly possible."

"We got other options to be honest, Y/n might be too inexperienced."

"Which options were you considering if I don't mind asking."

The team boss looked at me with a suspicious look at me before answering mu question

"Well the experienced Nico Hulkenberg had our interest to be honest."

"I can win races if the car is fast enough, Nico has had countless times the chance to reach the podium and he always choked, please sir, one year, I'd give everything for it, I got sponsors." I said pleading.

"We currently don't need sponsors Y/N, we need consistent drivers who bring us championships."

"I'm much quicker then Everdeen if that's your concern, Max is faster then Hamilton, we'd make a great team."

"Fine, one year, we'll get all the contracts ready and then make sure you'll fly over to the factory in Stuttgart for a seat fit. But remember, no results and you're gone." Said the Porsche boss with a strict tone.

"Of course sir, thank you so much, I won't dissapoint you or this team." I shook his hand and the next week was just filled with a lot of commitments for the team. Signing the contract, participating in team meetings, a tour through the factory, giving a lot of interviews and a lot of training. Both in the simulator and in the gym.