Benedict Cumberbatch Imagines

An unwelcome stranger

You're at a swanky club. It's not your usual scene but your friends convinced you, so here you are.

You watch Benedict dancing with the guys. His curls bob up and down as he pulls some pretty embarrassing moves. You can't help but smile at the sight of him.

"Do you want a drink?"

"Huh?"

It's your friend.

"I said did you want a drink?"

"Oh yeah. Sorry I was in a daydream!I'll just have what you're having"

She quickly disappears in the crowd and a few seconds later a man slides in the booth next to you.

"Wanna dance sweetheart?"

One look at him and you can tell he's drunk. He's also huge. He is tall, bulging with muscle and a unattractive square head sits on top of his broad shoulders.

"No thanks. I'm not a dancing person."

"Well tonight you are."

He winks and grabs your wrist in an attempt to pull you onto the dance floor.

"I said no! I have a boyfriend!"

You try to wriggle free but his grip is tight. He leans in close and you can smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Well, if you insist we won't dance. Let's do something else then..."

His hands are suddenly on your waist pushing you back against the booth. Before you can protest, his left hand clamps against your mouth and his right settles on your inner thigh. It slowly starts to move upwards.

"OI! You!"

It's Ben. He starts to run over to you and grabs the man by the back of his shirt. He drags him into a standing position.

"DON'T YOU TOUCH HER!"

"Why not? We were having a nice time, weren't we sweetheart?"

He winks again and you shudder.
They are both standing face to face, glaring at one another. You have never seen Ben this way before. His face is flushed and furious and his fists are curled. Tight. The atmosphere is tense. The guy reaches out and shoves Ben in the chest. He flails for a second before raising his arm and punching the man square in the face. He goes down like a ton of bricks. You gasp.

In a moment, Benedict is by your side and he wraps his arms around you protectively. You find yourself crying into his shoulder.

"Babe? Are you ok? It's gonna be alright."

Your friend appears clutching two beers.

"Hey, sorry the queue was, oh my days what's happened?"

Ben looks up at her.

"There was a spot of bother with that gentleman."

He nods towards the man sprawled on the floor.

"What? Why? What happe"

Ben quickly interrupts.

"I'm taking Y/N home now, ok?"

She nods, speechless.

Benedict takes your hand and leads you gently out of the club and into a cab. You are still snivelling.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm
crying. I'm being stupid."

"Being stupid? I saw what he was doing to you!"

He takes your hand again and rubs it gently with his thumb.He leans in and whispers softly in your ear.

"I'm not going to let anything like that happen again. I'm going to keep you safe."

There are tears in his eyes.

"Well you certainly protected me tonight. You're surprisingly strong."

"Nah," he says modestly,
"He was incredibly drunk."

You both just smile at each other.