Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

Boston

Benedict decided to wait on your hand and foot that day, Being hung over has its perks. He made you beans on toast for your dinner before he had to run to film Sherlock.
You drag yourself  from watching Bridget Jones as You hear the letterbox allowing something through. You wrap your blanket around yourself and shuffle to the letterbox.

Y/N , Y/S/N

You examine the fancy envelope and feel your body fill with excitement.
You were  waiting to hear back from the biggest drama school in America. You had applied 3 months ago after Ben and Gaby had a chat and decided to basically forced you into completing an application form. You Never in a million years thought they'd get back to you. After running the best possible scenarios through your brain, You decide to not let yourself get your hopes up and quickly year open the envelope. A huge grin plastered on your face as You do so.

Y/N Y/S/N
"It is our pleasure to tell you that you have been accepted to the Royal Theatre-Oh my god! Oh my god!"

You throw the duvet off your back and dart from the front door, only wearing your pyjama bottoms and a vest top. You skid down the corridor and dart into the lift, reading the rest of the letter excitedly as You go down.
You dart from the apartment building and run down the street, too excitedly to notice the odd glances You were receiving from people walking past.

You push past the large group of people surrounding the Sherlock set, pushing your way through the fans and leaping over the cones in front of the set.

"Ben!" You burst into his changing room and look excitedly around for him around the room. None of the crew really cared that You were inside the set, seeing as You came practically everyday anyway, they were used to you coming to see Benedict.
You sit down on the couch near his rack of clothes and clutch the letter to your chest, smiling Widely.

"Y/N?" You hear coming from behind you. You turn round and smile at Benedict in his Sherlock costume. He had his head cocked to the side, with a confused look stuck on his face.

"What are you doing here?" He smiles, removing his scarf and coat and lightly throwing them onto the rack near the door.
Before You knew it , You leaped up, ran over to him and threw your arms around his neck, wrapping your legs around his torso.

"Are you okay?" He laughs into your neck, hugging you back. You nod quickly

"They accepted me Ben!" You scream. You unwrap your legs from his torso and stand upright In front of him.

"What? Who accepted you?"

"Royal Theatre Drama School accepted me!" You shove the letter in his face and watch as his confused look turns quickly into a large smile. He takes the letter from your hand and reads it to himself , a smile growing wider as he read through it.

"This is amazing Y/N!" He shouts. He hands the letter back to you before picking you up and hugging you  tightly.
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"I rang Oliver." You both sat in the canteen on set, You began pouring milk into your coffee.

"What did he say?"

"He's happy for me of course. He said I'm more than welcome to stay with him if I decided to accept the offer." Benedict nods to himself.

"I've not seen Oli in months. How's he doing?"

"Haven't you spoken to him?"

"Well yeah I have , but not had a proper lads night out. Not since he got the job over there and I took him fishing to celebrate."

"Did he ever forgive you for nearly electrocuting him?" You laugh, blowing your drink.

"I didn't do it on purpose did I? It was an honest mistake."

"Oh yeah. How would you know that an electric pole would electrocute him. Wasn't your fault at all was it really" He gives you playful daggers before laughing and stirring his drink.

"So what are you going to do about the journalism job?" He asks, sipping from his coffee cup. You purse your lips and play with your mug.

"What do you mean?" You ask, sipping your drink.

"Well, If I get the job I'm going to stay here and work?" You watch Benedict's eyebrows knit together.

"Don't be stupid Y/N" he sighs.

"Stupid?"

"Yes. Stupid. You've been accepted into an amazing drama school Y/N, Your going."

"I can't go. I can't just drop everything and go to America. It's completely crazy!"

"Spontaneous is more like it"

"Ben. I can't go. I have my family and friends here. It's mad just to leave everything and go"

"Your not moving away forever. Your coming back" he laughs. You run your hand through your hair

"Yeah but I've been waiting for a job for months. I can't just risk it all and go to drama school. Which by the way, is bloody expensive! What if it all goes pear shaped? Then what do I have?"

"Y/N Look at me." He places his hand over yours  on the table.

"Your the most talented person I know. You've been accepted into an amazing school where your life is going to skyrocket. I'd be a crap friend if I told you stay here and live an ordinary life."

"Ordinary is good. It's stable." you interrupt.

"-your anything but ordinary Y/N Your going to go to Boston, stay with Oliver and I'm going to keep the floor down here whilst your away.  And don't you dare worry about the money, i
Will sort that out. And then when you come back your going to be an award winning actress and your going to include me in your Oscars speech" You giggle and nod my head slowly, your eyes fixed on the letter next to your empty cup.

"I'm going to go to Boston Ben" You smile, slowly looking up at Benedict. He smiles faintly and removes his hand from yours .

"And your going to be amazing"

"And I'm going to be amazing" You smile.