Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

Im Yours

Warning- sexual content in his chapter.

You groan into your pillow as your phone rings loudly by the side of your bed. You roll onto your back and sigh deeply before throwing your hand onto the bedside table, searching for your phone with your hand. You grab it and shove it to your ear

"Gaby, this had better be good" you grumble into the phone. You pull the Phone from your ear and see that it was 2am.

"Y/N?" A deep voice says.Your eyes suddenly Spring open as you shoot up in bed.

"Benedict?" You whisper.
There was a pause.

"I-I need to tell you something" he says quietly. You run your hand through your hair.

"What?" You ask, rubbing your bottom lip.

"Erm, well this is going to be awkward-" Benedict starts. You throw your legs out of bed.

"I'm kind of in prison" Benedict says, chuckling. You knit your eyebrows together.

"Erm, what? Why?" You ask, rubbing your eyes.
There was a pause.

"I really didn't want to say this over the phone but...came back for you Y/N" he says quietly. You feel your jaw drop.

"You-what?" You whisper, climbing out of bed.

"You see, I was in a taxi to gaby's place when I saw Steven, he was just wandering free- like he had never tried to-"
Benedict pauses

"Ben?-"

"So I chased him and punched him in the face and I got arrested and I'm currently in a holding room" Benedict says slowly.
You run your hand through your hair.

"You-you what?" You ask, amazed. Benedict sighs from the other end of the phone.

"It doesn't matter. I just- I rang you because I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry, I'm sorry about everything" he says quietly.

"Benedict-"

"No, I'm sorry that I dated Sophie and im sorry that I gave up on us, because the truth is- I don't want to say this over the phone" he mumbles. You smile sadly.

"Can I come and- hang on, how did you know where I was? I thought that you thought I was still with Oliver?" You ask

"Oliver rang me, telling me that you were here. I couldn't get here fast enough and then when I saw Steven" he tuts slightly, making you chuckle.
You tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear.

"You can't come and see me anyway, in in interrogation" Benedict sulks. You smile

"Trust you to get yourself in that pickle" you joke, smiling sadly. You hear Benedict chuckle faintly from the other side of the phone.

"Y/N, I-" suddenly he's interrupted by a man talking to him and hanging up the phone for him.
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Benedict's POV
"What the hell?!" I shout as the policeman takes the phone from me.

"You said i could have a Phonecall?" I ask, craning my neck back.
The policeman looks around him quickly, making me raise your eyebrow.