Today is the first of March, 2014, and I have just arrived in Wales from London, about an hour or so ago, my plane landed. It was a rather unofficial visit, not really thought out or planned, and, technically, I was supposed to be on the set of Sherlock until well after seven o' clock tonight. That is what I was supposed to be doing, where I was supposed to be. The lines, the lines of right and wrong, of obligations and duties, began to blur once I realized I hadn't seen her in nearly a year.
Her time was far more precious than my own, and I would be damned if I let my job, something as mundane as work, call me away from Olivia.
The moment I landed, I pulled on my baseball cap, placed my laptop inside my backpack, and slung it over my shoulder. The actual airport would be the most difficult part, I realized as I left the terminal. There had been no previous announcement that I would be in town, no red carpet laid out, no fans waiting. No one was expecting it... which is just the way I wanted it.
How long would that last, though, I thought, my eyes searching the airport warily.
I exhaled deeply before walking outside the airport, where I knew the rental would be waiting. I was greeted by an older gentleman with greying hair and a bright smile that was contagious.
"Mr. Cumberbatch, I take it, then?" He asked, his Welsh accent thick and endearing.
"Yes, sir." I responded, shaking his hand.
"Splendid! I'm Lorek, the owner of the automobile company."
I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, wow. Very nice to meet you." I was a bit surprised to have him come just to see me.
"My wife is the one who loves you. She wanted me to come by and greet you in person."
I laughed, pulling a pen from my back pocket. "We'll, I'd be more than happy to sign something for her."
Lorek's eyes lit up and after I signed a small piece of paper to his wife, Shirley, he handed over the keys to the car.
"Pleasure to have met you, Benedict." He said as I got into the SUV.
"Pleasure was mine, sir." I replied, smiling.
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"We should order in." She told me, a smirk on her face as she stared straight ahead.
"Yeah?" I asked, frowning at the telly. "What the hell is this?"
I have asked that question at least three times in the past ten minutes, but the same show is still playing, the women on the telly ever-present as are their irritating personal dilemmas.
Olivia laughed for a few moments before she looked up at me, her blue eyes bright with amusement. "The Kardashian's." She again replied.
I watch the figures on the screen, thinking that this show is probably the worst and the best I have ever seen.
"They are horrible people."
Another laugh. "I completely concur."
I bit the apple I had been holding, chewing in a sort of a daze. "I understand now why so many people watch this show. It's mesmerizing."
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Once Upon A Time... The End
ФанфикAs I stood at the podium of the small church, I took out the set of leaflets that held my speech. But, suddenly, it was not at all what I wanted to say. I swallowed with some difficulty, looking at the picture of her that had been mounted are framed...
