Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

Its Over

One week later
You place three knocks on Simons door and wait awkwardly for him to answer it. You hear him faintly singing to himself before swinging the door open and smiling at you. You smile faintly

"Hey babe" he says happily, moving in for a kiss before you convert it to a cheek kiss.

"Hey" you reply. Simon holds the door open for you to come in.
You walk into his apartment and look at all of the unpacked boxes in his hallway.

"See you've been productive since you've come back" you say, gesturing to the boxes. Simon smiles before walking into the kitchen of his apartment- you follow him but lean against the doorframe.

"I've been out with mates- just having a catchup you know" he replies casually, pouring you a glass of wine. You sigh

"Well it was nice of you to check up on me" you reply, sarcastically.

"I was gonna call round, not my fault your always with your mates" he replies.

"Well I had to have some people help me through it- seeing as you didn't even bother to come home"
Simon rolls his eyes.

"What is your problem today?" He asks, handing you the glass. You roll your eyes and down the whole glass.

"We need to talk" you start, walking properly into the kitchen.
Simon rolls his eyes

"Go on, what's up?" He asks, pulling his phone out.

"I just feel like-"
You look at him and see that he was smiling at something that someone had texted him. You walk over to him calmly before taking the pound out of his hand and hurling it to the floor and stepping on it hard.

"Got your full attention?" You ask. Simon stares at his phone, mouth open before flickering his eyes to you.

"You always know how to make a statement. What's up?" He asks casually, folding his arms over his chest. There was a pause before you rub your eyes.

"You must know what I'm going to say?" You ask desperately. Simon looks at you with a blank expression

"Nope" he replies casually, looking at the time on his watch.

"Us Simon, we don't work" you reply, gesturing to the two of you.

"What makes you say that?" He asks innocently. You open your mouth to speak but then close it briefly
...
"Well firstly over two months ago I was nearly raped-" you pause and rub your eyes briefly before sighing.

"and I've been to courts and hearings meanwhile you were working away. You didn't even ring to see if I was okay. What the fuck?!" You shout, rubbing your eyes again. Simon rolls his eyes

"So that's what this is over? Look Y/N, I was worried about you but I didn't want to interfere , I knew that you would want to be left alone. I was doing what's best for you?" He says softly, placing his hand on your cheek. You cock your head to the side and fold your arms.
...
"What?" He asks, taking his hand away.

"Oh, I was waiting to see if that was the best excuse you could come up with" you reply, turning round to walk out of the kitchen.