Moonstruck (benedict Cumberbatch fanfic)

Chapter 13

At the ring of the doorbell, I know it is him. I cast aside my laptop, where I was trying to calm myself down with some Ricky Gervais of The Office and race to the front door. I throw open the door to reveal...my mailman. He takes a step back, a little unsure of my intentions.

"Hi there? Can I help you?" He says, cowering away from me.

I sigh impatiently. "I though you were someone else."

He nods. "Lots of people do. See you around." He walks away as I rapidly sift through the mail he has given me. I stalk back to my laptop and try in vain to occupy my mind. 15 minutes later, the doorbell rings again. I am wary this time; I peek out the window. When I see a fancy black town car pulling out of my driveway, I know it's really him. I fling open the door with a "Benedict!" He drops everything in his hands and opens his arms. I leap onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist. Our lips meet with a long denied passion. His fingers work around the short tendrils of my blonde hair that have finally started growing. We finally break off the kiss and we just stare at each other, drinking in features. I sigh contentedly when he kisses my nose.

"Miss Adrian, I have missed you more than Pluto misses being a real planet," Benedict says with a grin as he sets me down. I laugh and try to pick up some of his bags to move them in the house. I notice a boxy looking one behind the rest.

"Benedict? What's in that one there?" I ask, pointing.

His grin couldn't possibly get any bigger. "That is a special gift just for you," he replies. I lift the box with some difficulty and tear it open as soon as it's in the living room. Out pops a little golden Labrador puppy! I squeal as he runs circles around Benedict's and my legs. I kneel down to stop him and pet his luscious fur. Benedict kneels down next to me, watching my face.

"Do you like him? Should we keep him?"

"Of course!" I cry as I hold her in my arms. "What is his name?"

"Well, I was thinking that you would name him," he says with a "go ahead" hand motion.

At that moment, the pup bites down on my finger. "Ouch!" I screech, yanking my finger back.

"Oh my god, Miss Adrian, I didn't know he was going to do that. I'm so sorry," Benedict says, smothering me with a hug.

I giggle at the concern on his sweet face. "Honestly, Benedict, it's okay. I think I've got a name for him now."

I grab the puppy and stare into her eyes. I set him down and he wags his tail expectantly at me. I tap one of his shoulders , then the other ceremoniously. "I dub thee Moffat," I say with a straight face. Benedict simply stares at me before erupting into peals of laughter.

"Moffat? Moffat!" He finally manages. "Moffat! Why Moffat?"

"Because somedays he hurts me, but I still love him," I say with a smile.

This sets Benedict off again. "Wait until I tell Steven about this!" He leaps up and grabs his iPhone. "Hold Moffat on your lap and smile for me," he directs. He snaps a picture of us and sends a text to Steven Moffat. Within a minute Benedict gets a text back. It reads "well I think Moffat the dog would be a great addition to the Sherlock cast! Or I'll just kill him off... :)" I laugh and kiss Benedict on the cheek.

"Thanks for the wonderful gift, love. It's the best. I really needed something great to happen to me," I tell him.

He cocks his head and sits back down next to me.

"What are you saying? Is the CumberCollective still not behaving?" His worried face is back.

"I don't want to seem like the tattle tale, but they aren't behaving. I still get threats and horrible comments directed at me from Twitter and Tumblr."

He pulls me to my feet and scoops up Moffat. "Would you mind if I used your laptop, Miss Adrian?"

"Not at all," I reply, eager to see what he does.

Benedict sets up my computer at the kitchen counter and sits down. I pull up a chair next to him and notice that he has Twitter pulled up. Using my account, he takes a picture of himself and Moffat and puts on the caption of "Moffat, Miss Adrian and I will be doing a live Tumblr video chat with all of the CumberCollective today at 5:00 pm. Send your questions!"

I laugh at his plan and kiss his cheek.

"I think might work!" He says with a grin as he swivels around in the chair.

"We've got a lot of time before that webcast, Mr. Cumberbatch," I say seductively in his ear. "What do you think we should do?"

It takes him all of 2 seconds to respond. "Something little Moffat here shouldn't be allowed in the bedroom for," he says with a crooked grin. We quickly set Moffat up with food, water and a bed before racing up to the bedroom to be reunited with each other.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We finally get ready for the webcast. I am inexplicably nervous, considering that it is just a webcast. Benedict looks dapper as always in a suit and tie. Sometimes I can't believe that he is mine. I wear a simple white summer dress with copper piping. Since money is tight, I get most of my clothes from consignment stores. I like to think that I'm not poor, I'm a hipster. Benedict kisses my cheek.

"You ready, love?" He asks. I nod and he starts the video. His tweet spread like wildfire and we have a lot of viewers. For the first couple of minutes, most of the questions are very sexual in nature and ask Benedict to get undressed, which he assures me he would never ever do. We also get a bunch of hate-filled messages about the "affair." I talk over on this one.

"I did not cheat in Benedict. An ex boyfriend made a pass at me, and I did my best to fight him off but he kissed me. I felt nothing for him. Not like what I feel for Benedict."

He smiles and adds "and I love her. I would really appreciate it if the CumberCollective could leave this moonstruck girl and me alone. Thank you." Finally, someone asks us about Moffat, who I am only too happy to show off. We answer questions for about an hour and a half. We are about to shut it down when I see a question from a "tomhiddlestonisreallyhotandiwishiwasascoolashinlokid." The question asks us of our plans for the future.

Benedict grins. "I have only one plan for the future." With that, he drops to one knee and looks up into my stunned face.

"Miss Campbell Leigh Adrian, from the moment I saw your face, I knew that I would marry you. You had this air about you; you still do. This quiet strength and determination and unquiet able lust for life. You are the love of my life. I believe that I was brought into your hospital room that day because of destiny. We were meant to find each other. I know that everyone won't be perfect, but we have only had one row, so how bad could it be? Would you make me the most moonstruck man on earth by marrying me?"

"YES!" I squeal at the top of my lungs as I melt into his arms. Moffat leaps onto us at the sound of my scream of joy. I cry tears of joy into his suit as he slides the simple ring onto my finger. I flash it for the video.

"I think they have had enough excitement for one day," he says and shuts off the video. I grab his face and kiss him, trying to tell him how much I love him. Somehow, I think he knows.

----------------------------------------------

Benebell is getting married! Woohoo! Only two chapters left! Thanks for your support while I wrote this. Anyway, comment, like, share, vote, all that jazz. You should know what to do by now. Keep on reading! There is another chapter waiting for you!