Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

the job interview

4 years later.

"Y/N get up you lazy arse!" You feel something large hit your head. You sit up slowly and glare at Bonnie.

"Bitch" You mutter. You let your head drop to your pillow as you groan.

"Come on you lazy arse! You have your interview in two hours" she calls from the kitchen.

"I don't want to go" You mutter into my pillow. You hear her plodding into your room again. You turn your head and see she's placed a plate of toast on your bedside table.

"Come on it'll fine. I know it's not acting but you'll enjoy it!" She smiles, playing a hand on your arm

"Fine" You sigh. you throw your duvet off you and sit up.

"Have you got your cv and stuff ?" She asks, crossing her legs onto your bed with some toast in her hand.

"Yeah. Ben wrote me a personal statement for when I went and did some readings with him for Sherlock and stuff so I think I'll be fine" she nods.

"Have you spoken to your mum?" You look up and sigh

"Sorry" she says quietly.

"Don't be. It's fine. Well, it's not fine. She chose her boyfriend over me but I'm fine. I'm over it. It was two years ago. It's fine" You lie. She offers me a half smile.

"It was funny when Benedict nearly knocked him out though"

"It wasn't funny! Mum nearly called the police! She thought he was like some weirdo with issues" You laugh. Bonnie explodes into a pile of laughter and chokes on her toast- only making her laugh more.

"Do I really have to go to this interview? I don't even want to work in an office"
Bonnie sighs slightly

"We need the money Y/N." She looks at her intwined fingers before taking your hand in hers and smiling
"Besides we're going out for drinks tonight. Something to look forward to!" She smiles and squeezes your hand. You smile back and try and think positively. It is a job after all.
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"So, miss Y/S/N. What do you think makes you suitable for the job here at Patriqs?" The man behind the desk in front of you balances his black biro pen between his fingers, with his glasses perched at the end of his nose, staring at you with cold eyes.

"Well, I've always been good with people and I have excellent communication skills-"

"It says here that you have a passion for theatre and acting, would you say that your strengths therefor lie in speaking to large groups." He leans forward on his chair.

"Erm yes. I would say that yes. I'm very good with talking in front of people." He nods and writes something down on the paper in front of him with the biro in his hand.

"Wow. You have Benedict Cumberbatch as a reference. That's impressive. May I ask how you know him? My daughter is a big fan of his from that show...Sherlock I think it was called"

"Well we've been close friends for about 4 years. We're going out tonight actually... I don't really know why I'm telling you that... Sorry" You look down and curse in your mind to yourself.

"Don't worry. It was a personal question." He chuckles to himself. You smile politely back.

"Right. Well nothing is certain but I would say At the minute your chances of becoming a headline analyser for us ,is looking very hopeful. It has been lovely meeting you Y/N" he stands and outstretches his hand for you to shake.

"Thank you for seeing me Mr Oaks. I look forward to hearing from you." He smiles as you shake his hand.

You politely leave the  office and shut the door behind you.
Smiling to yourself , you pull your phone from your pocket and see a text