My Very Own Sherlock (A Benedict Cumberbatch/ Sherlock Fanfic)

BENEDICT’S POV

“Who are you? What do you do?”

“What do you think?”

“I'd say private detective...”

“But...”

“But the police don't go to private detectives.”

“I'm a consulting detective. The only one in the world. I invented the job.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means whenever the police are out of their depth, which is always, they consult me.”

                I looked away from the TV screen over to Martin. He was sitting on the couch beside me staring at the screen, mouthing all the words. I didn’t like watching “Sherlock”. Not that I didn’t think it was a good show, it’s brilliant, but I feel awkward watching my own work. I can never concentrate on the actual show, I always just find flaws and things that I could have done better. Martin enjoyed it though. He said it improved him as an actor, which it did. So I sat quietly watching it with him.

                As the first episode of the show continued I began to grow bored. I already knew what happens and I didn’t feel the need to re-watch. I grabbed my phone and started scrolling through the internet. Not much was new in the media but it made me feel as if I was doing something.

“Tea?”

“Hmm?” I looked up and saw Martin off of the couch and walking towards his kitchen.

“I asked if you would like some tea. You know, a hot beverage, sometimes drank with milk or sugar.”

I chuckled. “Please.”

                Martin’s home was nice. I didn’t come here often, but when I did I felt very comfortable. Martin and I were colleagues, but had become rather good friends in the last couple weeks. We had been running lines for season three of “Sherlock”. It was a very emotional couple of episodes and it was nice to practise away from the set.

“I noticed you lasted longer this time.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You watched the episode longer before going on your phone.”

“Ah. Well this is a surprise to all I suppose.”

                Martin handed me the mug of tea. It smelt of cinnamon. Feeling very relaxed I took a long sip.

“Thank you. This is lovely.”

“You’re welcome. Do you want to practise lines tomorrow?”

I frowned. “Sorry I can’t. Tomorrow is my ‘Away from Sherlock Holmes’ day.”

This got a laugh from Martin. “Ah yes. Must keep our sanity as actors.”

“Indeed. Well I must be off now, getting rather late. I will see you on set, yes?”

Martin nodded. “Yes. Goodbye.”

                I grabbed my jacket and left. I walked down the stairs of the large flat and headed towards the street. I thought about grabbing a taxi to my flat but opted not to. It would be winter soon, so I took the opportunity to walk. It would only take me about 45 minutes.

                As I walked I thought about what I would do when “Sherlock” was done. It was a sad thought. Mr. Holmes was a very fun character to play, and all the cast was brilliant. The fans of the show were even better. I couldn’t comprehend how people could love a show so much.

                Lost In thought I barely noticed the rain start to pour atop my head. I looked up and saw a gray sky. Lighting stretched above London. Looking around the streets I saw the only shop open was a café. I ran toward it, lifting my jacket to protect my face.

I pushed the door open and slid into a booth near the back corner. The café was rather empty, which meant less chance of being recognized. I took my wet jacket off and hung it on the coat rack attached to the booth. Before I had a chance to glance at the menu a waitress came.

“Hi welcome to The Mini Café. Can I get you a coffee?”

“Umm, yes. Well maybe just some hot water please”

She smiled at me. “Sure thing Mr. Cumberbatch. Should be here in a moment.”

                As she walked off I smiled to myself. She seemed very calm about my presence. That made me very curious as to if she was a fan or not. As my mind wandered I thought about how ravishing she looked. Her black wavy hair was long down her back, and her hazel eyes glowed. She was in uniform of course. A black t-shirt with “The Mini Café” written across the front in blue letters, and dark denim pants.

“Here you are.” She set the small white cup in front of me and smiled. “If you need anything more just ask.”

“Thank you very much…”

“June. And you are very much welcome Mr. Cumberbatch.”

“You can just call me Benedict.” I smiled at her. She smiled back and walked away.