Pairing: Eddie Jordan / Peter Sauber
Rating: PG-13
Category: Humour (?)
Summary: EJ is cheerful and wants to share his happiness. Sillyfic. Response to the FFO March challenge.
A/N: The song used in this fic is the Beatles's "I wanna hold your hand". No copyright infringement intended.
Disclaimer: This is only a piece of fiction. I don't know them, don't own them, don't intend any harm or to offend them or anybody else, am not making any profit out of this, the usual... None of the incidents described below ever happened (at least as far as I know).

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Eddie Jordan was feeling cheerful. He was almost literally bouncing on the walls. In his yellow shirt he looked like the sun because he was beaming so brightly to everyone who dared to walk across his path. Ron Dennis thought he was way off his rocker but it did not matter to EJ, who was so happy he was afraid he would burst any moment.

The only thing that made him a bit sad was that the one he wanted to share the beautiful sunny day and his bright, cheerful mood with was nowhere to be found. Oh, sure he is somewhere round here, he has to! EJ thought and kept on galloping happily around the paddock.

Peter Sauber, on the other hand, was desperately trying to hide. It was not too easy because Giancarlo Fisichella happened to be trying to find him at the moment as well. Every single time he thought he had found a good place to hide Giancarlo found it as well and beamed: "Here you are! I've been looking for you all over the place, Mr. Sauber!"

Peter wanted to sink through the ground to the core of the planet. Why did that damned Italian have to be so loud today? And in a flash EJ was there, beaming as well. "Peter, my darling! What are you doing in there? I thought you were afraid of the dark. Here, let me lead you from the darkness to light! Let me hold your hand!"

In a matter of seconds EJ was hauling him around the paddock and humming happily. Peter tried to decelerate and slow him down but failed every time. Eddie was an unstoppable force moving wherever he pleased. At the moment he was feeling like jumping and taking strange steps from some Irish dance Peter did not know. Yet it seemed like Eddie thought he did and tried to get him to dance as well.

All Peter really wanted was to run to his motor home and never come out again before someone had locked EJ up or tied him to a chair. He still could not understand what was going on in Eddie's head. What had caused him to be so damn jolly today and why did he insist on sharing his joy with him? He tried to ask him but it was not very enlightening.

"Oh yeh, I'll tell you something," Eddie smiled as he went on bouncing, "I think you'll understand. Then I'll say that something." Peter frowned. This was not going to be good. Definitely not.

"I wanna hold your hand," Eddie was now dragging him to the track, no matter how hard Peter tried to stop him. EJ was hopeless. "I wanna hold your hand," he went on as he finally reached the pit lane. "I wanna hold your hand!" he exclaimed joyously as the end of the pit lane was under his feet.

Now Eddie was holding both of his hands, walking backwards on the track and pulling Peter with him. "Oh, please say to me you'll let me be your man and please say to me you'll let me hold your hand." Peter shook his head, feeling a lot more that just a bit uneasy. "Eddie, please, everybody's staring at us..."

Eddie grinned. "Oh, I don't care! Now let me hold your hand! I wanna hold your hand!" And off they went again. Peter tried to protest but it was not heard as EJ was too high. "And when I touch you I feel happy inside! It's such a feeling that, my love, I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide!"

Peter tried another approach as EJ was still galloping around on the track. "Eddie, what pills have you taken? I'm worried. You're quite intoxicated, something's wrong with you. What is it you have gotten yourself that high with?"

Eddie grinned and kept on prancing around, not letting go of Peter's hand. "Yeh, you got that something, I think you'll understand. When I feel that something I wanna hold your hand!" Peter felt like his legs would fail him pretty soon if Eddie would keep on hauling him around.

"I wanna hold your hand!" Eddie was yelling as he kept on leading Peter around the track, further away from the pit lane and crews. "I wanna hold your hand!" he exclaimed as he tap-danced on and over the kerbs. Peter almost fell over trying to keep up with him.

Suddenly speeding up towards the big old tree in the middle of the course Eddie was still humming joyously. "And when I touch you I feel happy inside. It's such a feeling that, my love, I can't hide. I can't hide, I can't hide!" Peter was definitely blushing now. "Eddie, please..."

Eddie grinned and sat down by the tree trunk, pulling Peter with him. "Yeh, you got that something, I think you'll understand. When I feel that something I wanna hold your hand," he confided, then cast a look around to see if stupid cameramen had found their way there. Fortunately they had not been followed, at least yet. That would mean they would have some private time...

Eddie looked fondly into Peter's eyes that reflected a certain confusion, the same little uncertainty as years before. Eddie could not help it. He thought it was irresistible how Peter never seemed to change. He still got all shy and blushy when they were alone and together somewhere.

"I wanna hold your hand," EJ whispered to the Swiss after lifting his face gently and finally getting him not to avoid his eyes. "I wanna hold your hand," he whispered again as he traced the lines on Peter's aging face. "And one day I want to hold your heart like you do mine," he whispered before planting a gentle kiss on Peter's lips.

Poor little Fisichella fainted when he finally managed to find the team boss he had been looking for the whole day without really getting to talk to him.