Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

Back Home Part1

Patriqs finally got back to you after two weeks of waiting. They said You were a candidate they were very excited about. Which of course is good on one side but bad on the other.

Oliver had a three weeks off for Christmas and decided to come down and visit you and the others.
You love him to pieces, You've basically known him all of your life.
He's been there, through thick and thin, through good times and bad. Youve missed him loads. You know It'll be good to see him again.
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"He's been ages" Bonnie moans, looking at her watch on her wrist.

"Your so impatient. He'll be here soon"
You remind her. You clutch the flowers in your right hand and look at the departure gate.
You feel someone's hand entwine with yours, You turn round to see Gaby smiling at you warmly. You smile back and sigh.

"Where's Ben?" Katy asks from behind you.

"He's at work. He's doing run-throughs for Some new film he's in. He won't tell me though" You chuckle to myself.

"What?" Bonnie asks, smirking at you.

"What do you mean?"

"What's that look about?" She smiles.

"I don't know what your talking about"  she purses her lips, smiles then nods.

"What?" You laugh. She shakes her head and focuses her attention to the gate in front of you all.
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"Thanks for letting me stay here Y/N"
he smiles warmly at me as we walk into my apartment  building.

"Don't mention it" You smile back as You click  the button for the lift.
A few seconds passed. You tap your foot impatiently against the red carpet floor.

"Will Bonnie mind?" He asks awkwardly

"Mind what?" You turn to him.

"You know... Me staying here. It is a bit intrusive"
You Scoff

"Don't be daft you idiot. You've known each other years." He looks down and smiles to himself.

"Feels like I haven't seen you in forever" You moan as You unlock the door to your room and allow him in first.

"We Skype all the time , what you going on about?" You shove him slightly , making him chuckle.

"Well you didn't get to see my beautiful face in the flesh, did you now smart arse?"

"God works his miracles in such weird ways" he turns round and smirks at you. You walk into the kitchen, grab an orange from the fruit bowl and launch it at his head.

"ouch!" He clutches the back of his head.

"That bloody hurt!" He turns back round and places his suitcase on the sofa and starts emptying it.

"Bitch" he mutters under his breath. You purse your lips and throw yourself onto his back, wrapping your legs around his front. He spins round frantically.

"Take it back!" You shout into his ear, tickling his neck with your fingers. He throws his body around, trying to get you off.

"Fine! Fine!" You stop for a minute.

"Does that mean your sorry?" You laugh.

"Yes! Just get off me before I piss my pants!"

"I don't think I heard you say sorry"

"For fucks sake Y/N,I'm sorry!" He laughs. You tickle his neck once more, making his neck shrivel like a tortoise. You unwrap your legs from his body and stand upright.

"I'll help you unpack" You say sweetly, sorting your hair out and removing some clothes from his suitcase.
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You place dinner on the table. Spaghetti and meatballs , your speciality.

"This looks great Y/N" he says sweetly, taking a knife and fork from the centre of the table.

"Well you can thank my very good friend Uncle Ben for that" he chuckles.

"Where would we be without jars eh"?

"Well we'd be on microwave meals for a start." He smiles.

"So how're things here?" He asks, popping a meatball into his mouth.

"Good good can't complain. Lucy and Tommy are engaged"

"I knew it! what did I tell you! I knew they were going to last! And what did you say to me 'oh they won't last, it's a high school thing. She'd go after anything with a pulse' , you should listen to me more often"

"Congratulations"

"Thank you" he says proudly.

"not for that. You've got tomato sauce pretty much all over the table ,you idiot. It's true though , she'd go after anything. She had really low standards. Don't you remember when she tried it on with you once?" His jaw drops.

"What?"

"You bitch!" He laughs. You stare blankly at him until it twigs.

"Oh no! I didn't mean it like that!" You get up and walk quickly Over to his chair.

"I'm sorry Oli" You say sweetly, kneeling next to his chair. He smirks down at you and pats your head like a dog.

"Hmmmmm I don't know Y:N. I'm very upset you see. I'm very emotionally traumatised." He looks away dramatically.  Before quickly connecting your face with a handful of meatballs.

"You asshole!" You screech with laugher. He knocks his head back laughing.

"It's down my top!"

"Don't , I'll actually wee with laugher. Oh my god your face" he points at you and laughs even harder.

"Oh I have missed you Y/N" he says, wiping his eye with his sleeve, chuckling to himself.

"Well guess who's washing up. Sarcy prick" he looks at you before exploding into Laughter as You storm into the bathroom to have a shower.