A Picture says it All (Benedict Cumberbatch FanFiction)

Chapter 11

A/N: Sorry guys, my full attention is back on this one. I had a Doctor Who fanfic that was requested but I’m done with that one, so let’s get back to the wonderful Benedict Cumberbatch. First note, I am too lazy to check if South African passports can enter Malaysia without hassle, probably not, but let’s pretend it can.

Lisa was sitting in the plane, her heart racing, she has had only two flights in her whole life, and both of them were to get her to London. She remembered sitting in the plane before taking off in Johannesburg in South Africa, the flight to Dubai was bumpy and she couldn’t sleep because the lady next to her kept a constant chatter all the way. She remembered how the lady was happy to be sitting next to someone who was able to speak Afrikaans which was her home language. The flight from Dubai to London was uneventful, except for the man next to her who mistook her shoulder for a cushion, this made for a very uncomfortable flight. She leaned back in the ample space of the first class seat Benedict had booked for her. She chuckled to herself, remember the almost fight they had when she had insisted on paying for her own flight. She must’ve known he wouldn’t back of so easily, but when she checked in today they told her she had been upgraded. And unlikely story, but she wasn’t going to complain. She stretched her legs pulling the blanket over herself, the flight departed at 20:00 and she would arrive at 8:00 the next morning, this made for a 12 hour nap. She heard her text alert going off reminding her to switch her phone off; she smiled to herself when she read the message.

*Can’t wait for you to arrive. Melting! Don’t know if it is from heat or from missing you?*

She smiled at her screen, knowing that she probably looked silly, the flight attendants reminded them to switch of their phones, and this made her smile even more, reminding her of an episode of Cabin Pressure she had listened to recently. She quickly switched off her phone, ensuring that the she was buckled correctly. As the plane made its way towards the runway, she looked out of the window, watching the passing scenery. She loved the sensation when the plane took off, she could feel the excitement when the plane gathered speed to take off. The plane started taking off and as it straightened she realised she was gripping the arm rests, she relaxed her hands, kicking out the seat when they were allowed, she quickly swallowed a sleeping pill, settling in for the long flight.

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Benedict was pacing up and down in front of the arrivals terminal at the airport in Kuala Lumpur. He kept glancing at the doors, he has worked on high profile movies, but this is still the most nervous he has been in a long time. He tried to attract any attention, but luckily his agent informed him there was a large group of fans waiting back at the hotel. She did say she could move them, but he was sure they would respect him enough not to make too big a fuss over him. He kept nervously fixing his cap, squishing it onto his head, removing it, putting it back on. The doors finally opened and hundreds of people started spilling through the door. He stood on tiptoe to see over all the heads, it wasn’t too difficult because he was still taller than most people standing around him. The crowd started thinning out and he was just getting anxious when his eyes locked onto his girl, she was dressed for the warm weather, flip-flops, shorts and a frilly button shirt, her long curly hair in a ponytail. A huge grin spread across his face as he pushed past the remaining people standing in front of him.

Lisa was searching the crowd standing in front of the doors, she was happy to see there weren’t that many people left standing there, and after glancing around her eyes landed on one of the tallest men in the crowd. He was making his way towards her, a huge grin on his face, the familiar cap squished onto his head. He was wearing flip-flops, shorts, a cute t-shirt, his sunglasses hooked into the neck of the shirt and the cap on his head. She made her way towards him, when she reached him, she threw her arms around him, he hugged her back, leaning down, and he kissed. “Did you really just travel for 12 hours? You look gorgeous as always.” He said, while taking the handle of her suitcase leading her towards the exit. Lisa blushed slightly, “I have my secrets.” She had run out of the plane, grabbing her bags, and quickly fixed her look in the bathroom.