Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

Shopping With Wanda

"Wanda I can't let you get this" you take the basket of clothes from her hand.

"Don't be silly hun" she snatches the bag back off you and smiles at you.

"It must be at least £200 worth of clothes in there. I honestly can't let you buy this-"

"Please Y/N. Just let me?" Wanda replies.
You were at the front of the queue.
You sigh and shake your head.

"Sorry. I can't let you" you take the basket from her again and hold it tightly to your chest.

"Your not taking advantage Y/N, i offered" she replies.
You shake your head

"It would be taking advantage of your kindness toward me. I cant. Thank you though" you squeeze her hand and smile.

"Well at least let me make a contribution?" She asks, getting her purse from her bag.

"Tell you what, you can buy a coffee once I've payed?"
Wanda smiles and puts her purse into her bag.
....
"Here we go" Wanda says happily as she places both of your drinks onto the table.

"Thank you" you reply.
You pick up your strawberry and cream drink and hold it.

"This is a lovely little caffè" Wanda says as she takes in her surroundings.

"I think so. I used to come her all the time. Then for some reason, I just stopped" you look down at your drink and take a sip.

"What is that?" She asks, looking at your drink

"It's a strawberry and banana smoothieIt's my favourite."
You offer your straw to Wanda for her to try it.
She takes a sip and makes the mms sound.

"That's yummy. If we come here again, I know what I'm getting"
You smile to yourself

"Believe it or not, this is the cafe that me and Ben properly met"
Wanda's mouth forms the shape of an O.

"Didn't you meet outside a theatre?"

"Well yes, but then I took him for a coffee to say thank you. I actually bought him one of these"
You gesture to your drink.

"Well I'm sure that on the behalf of you and Benedict, you dropping your book that day was pretty good luck"
You nod and smile slightly.

"I wouldn't be where I am now without Benedict. I owe him a lot really"

"I'm sure he would say the same for you"

You shake your head slightly.

"When I met him, he was a training actor. Now look at him. Whenever we go out, we get stopped by fans or photos taken. He's done so well. He's done that on his own"

"He thinks a lot of you Y/N. More than you think"
You nod.

"Take my word for it, your very special to him. And even though you don't think that you've made a difference to his life. You've impacted him in ways i, as his mother, don't understand."
You smile warmly at Wanda.

"You really think so?"

"I think that you and Benedict have a spark. Whether or not you can see it-"

"Me and Benedict are just friends"

"I know but-"

"Believe me. There is nothing there. I mean, there is. But... I don't know"
Wanda places her hand over yours on the table.

"Has Benedict done something stupid?" She asks.
You laugh.

"No. He hasn't done anything. Honesty"

"Well he has if he's choosing to let you go"
You smile sadly

"There wasn't anything to let go off"

"What has he said to you?"
You take a sip of your drink.

"We had a moment. Well I thought that it was a moment... We kissed. He said that he was embarrassed to have kissed me. So there we are." You mess with your straw.

"I love my son to bits. But he can be a stupid boy"
You and Wanda both start laughing.
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Benedict's POV
I flip through the pages of my Black Mass script with my glass of whisky in my hand.

My phone suddenly rings. I feel something deflate when I see the caller ID

Mum

There's always a piece of me that hopes that it'll be Y/N when my phone rings.
I answer the phone and hold it to my ear.

"Hello?" I call into the phone.

"What've you done Benedict?" mum asks with a huff

"What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."
I run my hand through my hair and sit back on the sofa.

"Have you seen Y/N by any chance today then." I mutter sarcastically.

"darling, I love you but what were you thinking. she thinks you were embarrassed to kiss her"
I pick up my wine glass from the table and swig the rest of it.

"I know what I'm doing mum"

"Go on then"
...
"What do you mean?"

"Tell me what your doing. Because I have no clue"

"I don't deserve her mum. I know you think I'm being a marter but I'm not."
She sighs on the other end.

"Benedict-"

"Besides, after I said it. She told me that it would be better if we were friends anyway. So I don't see why your angry"
...
"I'm angry because you two are obviously completely in love with each other and neither of you are doing anything about it with the fear of not being good enough for the other person"

"Mum-"

"I want you to be happy. More than anything in the world. Your my son and I love you so much. But Benedict, by letting her go, your making a big mistake."

"I'm not letting her go mum. We're still best friends"

"You know what I mean" her voice now stern.

"Of course I do. The thing is, I chose this life mum. I chose the fame and the cameras and all the rest of it. Y/N didn't. She didn't choose it. It's bad enough that she is papped everytime we go out. Imagine if we were anything more than friends. Fame would rip into her. I couldn't live with myself, watching it break her. For me to put my feelings before what's right, would make me the most selfish man alive."
....
"Benedict. You know that she loves you don't you?"
I feel my eyes suddenly fill. I sniffle slightly and rub my eyes with my sleeve.

"Mum. I've waited for her to fall in love with me for over 5 years. But I can't... I just can't. It wouldn't be right. She deserves a normal life with a normal man."

"Benedict, she thinks that you think that the two of you are better being friends. Don't you want her to know how you feel?"

"What's the point of that? It won't make a difference. It's easier for her to think that I don't want any more than friendship. Besides, isn't that what love is? Putting someone else's happiness before your own?"

"She's not happy Benedict. She'll be happier with you and you know it"

"That's what she thinks. But she won't. Mum, if I thought that she'd be happy with me, I'd hold her so tight and I'd never let her go. But it's not. That's why I need to let her move on. And she will. She's one of those people that you can't help but fall in love with."
...
"I'm so proud of you Ben" she sniffles down the phone.

"are you crying?" I ask down the phone.
She sniffles slightly again.

"Of course I am! I want you to get the girl"
I suddenly feel a single drop trickle down my cheek.

"So do I"