From Deep End to Surface and Everything In Between (Sebastian Vettel FanFic)

Two Red Lines

Scar had finally dared to play with her thoughts, and her suspicion grew on what was bothering Emily, but she didn't say anything as she wasn't sure how well Emily would react to her proposal. Instead of addressing her thoughts aloud, she said instead: 'Are you feeling better now?' Emily flashed a drained smile when she changed into her street clothes. 'Much. Are you in for breakfast? I'm starving.' A smile played on Scar's lips when she nodded. 'Ready whenever you are.'

The pair later walked in through the gates, Emily gacked again. Scar shot another concerning to look at her friend. 'You know, I'm happy to take over your client if you need to rest today. You don't look good. You're pale, Emily. Really pale.' Scar pointed out the obvious. Emily looked physically ill and stumbled on her feet. 'Em-'

'Please. I'll email you the details. Speak to Britta if you need help. I'll meet you later.' Emily whispered when she turned around and made her exit. Scar shook her head and hoped she could plot Emily to do something for herself. She tapped her email to access the info Emily wanted her to do while napping in their hotel room. 'Bloody hell', she cursed when she skimmed through the list. 'Who is Lewis Hamilton?'

'You're kidding, Liebe?' Scar jumped when she turned around to face Seb. She stared at him, baffled. He laughed. 'You really are a newbie. C'mon, Liebe. Let's go meet the Prince Charming.' he grabbed her elbow, tugging her next to him, heat radiating from his body. Prince Charming? Who was this guy?

'Mate! How's it going?' Seb greeted a short guy with braids. 'Hey, mate. All good here, what's up?' The man's dark chocolate eyes drifted to her briefly before they wandered back to Seb. 'Where's E?' E? Who was E? 'She's unwell. Scar here is helping today. A knowing look appeared on the other man's face, and Scar refused an eye roll when recognition flashed past his eyes. 'You're Scarlette Smith?' A polite smile played on his lips, whereas Scar nodded to his question. 'I'm Lewis Hamilton. Emily is my publicist.' His smile turned softer when Emily's name rolled from his lips. 'A pleasure. I'm a friend of Emily's.'

'And a former athlete?' She winched involuntarily when she heard former. 'We all have a past.' She commented airily, hoping of giving a vibe the topic was closed. However, the men didn't seem to get the memo. 'So why did you quit?' She snorted and stared at Lewis with emotionless eyes, her protection veil dropping before her once again. 'I got injured. I didn't quit; I retired. Shall we focus on your agenda for today?' She snapped, huffing when she pulled out the agenda open on her phone. 'Don't you have better things to do?' She barked at Seb, who just raised his hand in front of his chest to signal Lewis he was on his own with her. She turned her attention fully on Lewis, who had raised his eyebrows up.

'What?' She sighed impatiently. 'It's hard to picture you and Emily as friends... You're so... different.' She rolled her eyes as she had heard similar comments a lot over the years. 'Whatever. Let's get this show on the road, shall we?' She ushered a sweet smile to her face before they began walking towards the cameras and interviews before the race. 'We have Sky before BBC.' Scar murmured when she parked Lewis in front of the first camera and disappeared out of the picture to his side to records his answers before zooming out. Then they repeated it several times until they landed in front of F1's camera.

She smiled at the camera guy as she recognised him from the sessions with the drivers from lower categories. 'Good to see you, Scar.' He flashed a smile before the filming began. 'A friend of yours?' Lewis asked teasingly. 'None of your business. We have a couple of minutes before I need to hand you over to your race engineer.' She gave a pointed look towards the mike. 'Shall we?' Lewis nodded in defeat, and the questions started to flow.

Scar felt she could breathe the first time after she left Lewis' back to their team garage. She decided to give a call to Emily to check on her. 'Hi, Love. How's it going with Lewis?'

'He's slowly driving me mental with his fussiness and overtop requests. He's all yours once you'll feel better. How are you feeling?'

'Better... Sleeping definitely helped.' Emily's voice was varied, like she was desperately trying to hide something from Scar. 'Perfect. I'll join you as soon as the post-race interviews are over.' Scar shortly after ended the call, yet the unsettled feeling crept in with her friend's usual behaviour. What was she hiding?

When Scar later walked into their room after the race and interviews, she found the room empty. 'Emily?'

'In the bathroom.' She called with a buffed voice. Scar furrowed her eyebrows as Emily sounded off, just like before. She pushed the door open to meet an unusual sight. 'Emily-' She whispered with wide eyes when her gaze landed on an item on Emily's hand. Emily's eyes were in panic mode, and she dropped the test when her hand shook.

Her body language screamed anxiety when she tried to find her voice. She looked utterly lost when she looked at the two red dotted lines. 'OMG', she breathed, looking for assistance from Scar, who stared at the tests on the ground, frozen when she felt the blood rushing into her ears and hearing her heartbeat beating in her ears. What was happening? 'Scar, what do I do?' Emily breathed in panic, phasing in the tiny bathroom they had ended up stuck. Scar didn't say a word; she looked at Emily bluntly, trying to process the events before her. 'What do I say to him? He thinks I'm on the pill... I was on the pill', Emily ranted, panic rising higher. 'Oh fuck... that time in Monaco... Shit, fucking shit', she cursed in agony. 'SCAR?!' Emily's screams brought her back to the present time.

She rushed towards her friends and embraced her tightly. 'In and out, love', she murmured. Her friend's whole body shook when hysterical hiccups ran across her. 'It's okay.' Scar kept cooing Emily, finally taking in the chaos around the bathroom with several pregnancy tests lying on the ground, the counter. Her wild guess came true. 'Do I dare to ask who's the father?' Scar wondered when Emily's howling had calmed down. 'It's just someone.' Luckily they stood in the bathroom where the echo helped her to hear Emily's barely louder than whisper respond. 'Oh, darling.' Emily stepped away from Scar's arms to make her way back to the room. 'Emily?'

'Just don't.' Emily body language was tense when she sat down to the edge of the bed, clipping her fingers. 'Hey, we can figure this out. Once we're back in London, let's book you a doctor's appointment, so figure how far along you're. Then you can speak to the father how you would like to proceed.'

'Lewis. I need to speak to Lewis.' Scar froze amid her monology. Bloody hell. That was something she didn't see it coming.