"Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte"
A sequel to "Swiss Chocolate"
“What got you smiling like that?” Jenson was grinning at him, one of his eyebrows raised comically high.
It was almost the same question they asked him in the press conference. This time too Kimi had to quickly hide the ultrasound in the nook in his overalls.
“Nothing,” He mumbled and knew instantly that he sounded unconvincing. It was enough for Jens to get curious pretty quickly and start to stick his long nose where it didn’t belong.
“Oh, come on! Share with the class!” The other alpha shoved him lightly on the arm, making Kimi glare at him.
He knew it was futile to resist, Button would just annoy him further till he got what he wanted. So he deflated a little and pulled out the worn-at-the-edge pictures. He didn’t realise how much he was cradling them between his fingers, tracing the blurry lines as if he could caress the skin of Seb’s stomach from afar.
“My puppy…” He murmured, a sheepish smile gracing his lips.
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Okay pure Simi Angst
I don’t really know if I feel 100% comfortable with writing character deaths in rpf so this will probably be the only story containing one.
If you are looking for a happy ending my last ficlet post is this story but with Seb answering Kimi’s calls <3
Kimi had been watching the race from the comfort of his living room, a glass of whiskey in hand, until the camera shifted to a horrifying scene. A massive pile-up had occurred on the track. Cars were strewn across the asphalt like broken toys, smoke rising in ominous plumes.
His stomach churned with dread as he recognized one of the damaged vehicles—a Ferrari. The Fin didn’t dare to let out a breath as the commentator’s voice echoed through his living room, struggling to identify the drivers involved.
Kimi's heart stopped. Without wasting a moment, he grabbed his phone and called Sebastian. The call went straight to voicemail. He tried again, his hands trembling, but there was still no answer. His mind raced as he left a message, his voice taut with fear.
"Seb, it's Kimi. I saw the crash. Where are you? Please, call me back. I need to know you’re okay."
Abandoning his drink, Kimi dashed out of his house, his keys already in hand. He jumped into his car and sped towards the track. The roads blurred around him as he dialed again, each unanswered ring tightening the knot in his stomach.
He left another voicemail, his voice breaking with desperation.
“Sebastian, it’s Kimi again. Please pick up. I’m on my way. Just let me know what's going on, if you’re alright. Please.”
He weaved through traffic, pushing his car to its limits, desperate to reach his friend. Another call, another voicemail.
"Seb, I'm getting closer. I’m almost there. Just hold on, okay? We'll sort this out together. I promise. Call me back when you get this."
As he neared the track, the scene grew more chaotic. Emergency vehicles swarmed the area, lights flashing, sirens blaring. Kimi parked haphazardly and ran towards the paddock, his phone still in hand. He left another voicemail, his voice raw with emotion.
"Seb, it’s Kimi. I’m here. I can see the car. Please, God, let me hear your voice.”
Officials tried to hold him back, but Kimi’s determination was unwavering. He pushed through the crowd, eyes scanning for any sign of his friend. He reached the barriers, the sight of the mangled car making his heart drop. He left another voicemail, his voice shaking.
"Seb, where are you? Tell me you got out of there. Please. Pick up the damn phone and tell me you’re alright.”
He spotted the paramedics, their faces grim, working around the wreckage. His stomach churned as he dialed again, refusing to give up hope.
"Seb, please tell me you’re alright. Why won’t you answer? Answer me, Seb, come on. Don’t do this to me."
Kimi watched helplessly as they pulled Sebastian from the car, his body limp. The medics worked quickly, but there was a finality in their movements that made Kimi's blood run cold. He called once more, voice cracking with desperation.
"Seb, it's Kimi. Help is on the way. Stay strong. I’ll try to get to you."
The paramedics loaded Sebastian onto a stretcher, and Kimi saw the truth in their eyes. He dialed again, one last time, knowing it was futile but unable to stop himself.
"Seb, they're here. Hang tight. We'll get you out safely. I’ll be there. I won’t let you go. You won’t be alone. I promise.”
Tears streamed down Kimi’s face as he climbed over the barriers and stumbled forward, his worst fears realized. The medics tried to keep him back, but he broke through, reaching for his friend, his voice a broken whisper. All those voicemails, all those desperate messages, and now he was too late.
“I’m here, Seb. I’m here.”
The paramedics pulled away the grip he had on Sebastian. Pushing him back and telling him to stay back as the ambulance doors closed and drove off without leaving him a chance to go with them.
As he got guided off of the track and back into the pits he left one final voicemail, his voice raw with emotion.
“Seb, they’re going to fix this. The docs will take good care of you. You’re going to be alright. Just focus on getting better. See you soon.”
But deep down, Kimi knew. He knew that Sebastian wouldn't answer. He wouldn't call back. The reality of the situation crashed over him like a wave, and he sank to his knees, collapsing onto the floor of the Ferrari garage, the phone slipping from his grasp.
The following days were a blur of sorrow and disbelief. The racing community mourned the loss of one of its brightest stars, but for Kimi, it was a personal hell.
He listened to the voicemails he had left, each one a painful echo of his desperate race against time. He visited Seb’s memorial, leaving flowers and sitting in silence, the memories of their friendship playing in his mind.
He spoke to Seb in those quiet moments, his words filled with a deep, abiding love.
“Hey Seb, it’s Kimi. I hope you look down to us once in a while. I’ll keep racing through life, just like you taught me. Last week I won at rally but you were all I could think about. I stood there, while the whole crowd was cheering, thinking how I wish you could be there with me. I miss you.”
Though Sebastian would never answer again, Kimi found a measure of solace in those voicemails. He had tried, he had loved, and in the end, that was all that mattered.
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