I've writen this fic ages ago for one forum and it's actually one of few non-slash ones I've done, hehe :P
Title: Knocked out
Characters: Fernando, Jarno, Giancarlo
Summary: Fernando wants to sleep, but some people want to celebrate
Disclaimer: This story never happened... only in my head
~~**~~The night before the race
Fernando kicked his shoes off once he closed the door of his room. He was exhausted, being a champion was a hard job to do, so his closest plans were having a shower and heading to bed now. He loved the feeling of people looking up to him, but behind the closed door he felt much better. Finally no people, no noise, just a soft humming of the air conditioning that kept comforting him.
He searched through the mess around his room; he had been too lazy to properly unpack when he arrived, so the clothes were hanging out of his suitcase and lied unsorted around the place where he had dropped everything. After he finally found clean underwear, he stepped towards the bathroom, but the soft knock on the door made him stop. He thought for a second about ignoring the visitor and head to the shower, but the next knock was louder, indicating that whoever decided to visit him at this time of the night was not going to give up.
Fernando sighed and moved lazily to the door, opening it only enough to see the person standing outside. The door suddenly swung open and hit him in his head as two men stepped into his room. The world around him went blank before he sank to the ground...
Fernando groaned as somebody with Italian accent called his name and the sudden noise made his head throb.
"Yes, I'm fine," he blinked couple of times to clear the vision of the two Italians above him with very worried looks on their faces. He pressed his palm on the bump on his forehead where the door hit him.
"I'm very sorry. We just wanted to surprise you," Jarno looked at him sympathetically and stood up, "Shall I bring you some water?"
"Yes, cold water. Ouch!" Fernando yelped as Giancarlo jerked his head to look at the bruise.
"It's not that bad," his teammate rolled his eyes dramatically and stood up. He offered Fernando his hand to help him up to his feet.
"We didn't interupt you in something important, did we?" Jarno found the bottle of water in the fridge and handed it to Fernando, who pressed it against his forehead.
"Huh? Oh no. I just wanted to have a shower and go to bed," Fernando made a grimase as he rolled the bottle slowly over the bruise to slow down the swelling. Jarno and Giancarlo looked at each other and bursted into laugh.
"What?" Fernando dropped his hands down and pierced his friends with his eyes.
"You know, it's the last race, you can chill a little bit. Besides I'm pretty sure you'll be able to win this one and McLaren can stuff themselves!" Giancarlo seemed to have the best mood ever. He turned at Jarno, "Where is the champagne?"
"Over there!" Jarno pointed next to the door where he dropped it after Fernando got a blow. Giancarlo walked quickly there and picked it up, cradling it in his arms like a child. If Fernando didn't know better he'd think Giancarlo already drunk at least one bottle of champagne all by himself before.
"Anyone?" Giancarlo asked, but Fernando shook his head and Jarno's face stayed very neutral.
"I'll just have some grape juice, thanks to you two my head already had enough," Fernando walked to the bathroom to look at the mess his friends caused. He gently touched the red bump and mumbled, "Crazy italians."
"Jarno did that!" Giancarlo called after him.
"I appologized!" Jarno defended himself
"Just shut up you two," Fernando stuck his head out from the bathroom, sulking, "What am I going to do with this now? People would think I've actually walked into the door. Noone would believe me a couple of Italians decided to crash into my room, knocking me down in the process."
"Just wear a cap and noone will notice," Giancarlo stated.
"Oh thank you for your concern," Fernando threw his arm up in frustration and sighed, "Look, I really don't want to ask you to leave, but..."
"Fine, fine, we are leaving. You are no fun, Fernando," Giancarlo rolled his eyes and moved towards the door.
"Maybe, but I want to win ... and don't blame me if you don't get any points tomorrow."
"Good night, Fernando... but after the race... the champage will be waiting for you," Jarno winked.
"No no, I'm the champion."
"Very boring one though," Giancarlo opened the door and walked out.
"THE champion," Fernando pushed Jarno out as well.
"THE champagne wants THE champion," Jarno managed the say before the door behind him closed.
Fernando exhaled and leaned on the door. He smiled. He imagined tomorrow's race, how he'd cross the line as the first one and how he'd raise the trophy above his head... and how the cold steel of it would be good for his bruise. He shook his head and finally headed for his shower for real.