Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

Holding On

One year later
You didn't really speak to Benedict now- the last time you'd properly spoken to him was when you were skyping on gaby's birthday- even then he was preoccupied with his chaotic home life.
Sophie had had a baby boy called Christopher. Benedict had sent you all photos of the baby in an email, but you hadn't actually seen the baby since he was born- your friendship with Benedict had just fizzled and even though it hurt you at first, you knew that some things just weren't mean to last. He had a new family now and you had a fresh start- you were fine.

Having Said this, you were still close with his parents and went round for tea nearly every other weekend.
You were still the centre of attention for the paparazzi and Benedict's fans were still asking you for photos- which you were fine with. You'd always been polite to Benedict's fans and you intended to carry on being.

"You ready?" Gaby asks, putting her scarf on at the door.
You nod and smile as you put your coat on

"Shit, I forgot my phone"
You mutter, patting your pockets. Gaby rolls her eyes playfully

"Toms mum won't be happy if we're late again" Gaby shouts playfully as you run up the stairs. You laugh to yourself as you grab your phone and shove it in your pocket.
Gaby and Tom had been getting serious recently, you were going for dinner at his parents house nearly every Wednesday.

"Well she was three hours late to your birthday party lets not forget" you justify , walking down the stairs. Gaby smiles

"Don't even get me started" she moans. You laugh.

"Still not getting on with Lynda then?" You ask, walking to the front door. Gaby throws her head back and groans.

"Don't even get me started" she repeats.
You laugh as she closes the door behind you both.
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The Next Day
"Have you got the flowers?" You ask Gaby,
Walking into the kitchen. She nods as she goes into the utility room and comes out with some white lilies.

"Shall we go?" You ask almost sadly. Gaby nods slightly.
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"It never gets easier does it?" Gaby asks, linking her arm with yours as you walk up to Bonnie's grave stone. You shake your head

"I still expect her to come home at six every night and it's been a year and a half since she died." You reply, sighing slightly.

You both walk up to Bonnie's grave before you stop in front of it and watch as Gaby places the flowers on the floor in front of it, gently.

You sigh before you sit crossed legged in front of Bonnie's grave- your soon joined by Gaby sitting next to you.

"Now, where do we start?" Gaby jokes, turning to you. You shrug and laugh slightly.
Every couple of months you and Gaby (and sometimes Oliver when he came home) would come and visit Bonnie's grave and tell her the 'gossip' with what was going on. You both knew that it was a waste of time but you needed it, it was your personal offload session.

"You could tell her about you and Tom" you say, smirking at Gaby and smiling as her cheeks suddenly blush. She smiles

"There's nothing to tell" she replies casually, folding her arms and smirking.
You nudge her

"Come on" you moan, laughing. Gaby chuckles before she unfolds her arms.

"Well, as you know me and Tom have been seeing each other for over a year and erm yeah things are good. There's really not much to tell" Gaby says casually, flickering her eyes between you and the gravestone.
You roll your eyes playfully.