A Picture says it All (Benedict Cumberbatch FanFiction)

Chapter 15

A/N: Thank you so much for all the kind comments regarding the last chapter. I have an idea in my head, let’s see if I can pen it down correctly.

Lisa slept through most of the flight, when she was awake she held the bracelet in her hands, running the intricate silver braid through her fingers, feeling comforted by this small token of Benedict’s love. She looked at the bracelet slipping it back on her arm as the cabin was prepared for landing. She stretched feeling blessed to have Benedict as a boyfriend, without him she knew she wouldn’t have been able to go home so quickly. When the flight landed she quickly made her way off the plane, running to make her connection flight.

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Benedict was spending his Sunday at the F1 again; today he would be doing the winner’s interview. He felt quite nervous about it, and the fact that he hadn’t heard from Lisa since he put her on the plane the previous morning was making him extremely nervous. He kept ringing her phone, but could only get voice mail. He was standing out of earshot in the corner of the large reception room trying to reach her once again, when Karon walked over tapping him on the shoulder. “Benedict, you have 10 minutes to get ready, this is not the time to be late.” She looked at him crossly, before smiling her warm motherly smile. She held her hand out for his phone; he placed it in her hand, before running off to the changing room. Karon made her way to the room, taking her time, waiting patiently outside the door for him to come out. When he stepped out dressed in black slacks, a white button shirt and his grey blazer she quickly circled him, brushing off invisible specks of dust. “You’re ready.” She handed him his phone again, frowning when he quickly checked to see if there was anything. “Ben you will be late if you don’t hurry.” He slipped his phone into his pocket, heaving a sigh. “Come on Ben, you need to pull yourself together.” He mumbled under his breath, taking deep breaths. They ran to the winner’s circle, standing just inside the door, waiting for the winners to get on the podium. Benedict smiled his warm smile when the cameras were shoved into his face, and he wished they would back off just this once. He heard his name being announced and he quickly jogged out. While he was interviewing Lewis Hamilton he could feel his phone vibrate in his pocket. He smiled brighter for the rest of the time they were doing the interviews

After the interviews, Benedict led the way backstage, fumbling with his phone, trying to pull it out quick enough. His smile soon faded when he saw it was from his mother. Karon stepped over to where he was standing, when she saw his face she quickly grabbed their things, “Come on love, let’s get you back to the hotel, we need to get ready for your flight.” She nudged him towards the doors; he leaned down giving her a tight hug. “Thank you Karon.” They made their way to the car, running past the fans, as Benedict got into the car he quickly waved to them, apologising profusely. He leaned back into the seat, phoning Lisa’s number again. “Lisa, honey, when you get this will you let me know if you’re safe. I’m worried. Love you.”

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Lisa’s mom picked her up from the airport, it was an emotional welcoming, she remembered running to her mother, almost falling into her moms’ warm embrace. She didn’t care what the rest of the people thought in the terminal of the small Bloemfontein airport. Her mom held her tightly; she instinctively knew that Lisa needed to be held. As they gathered her suitcase, Lisa asked “How’s Granddad?” she saw her mom taking a deep breath “I’m taking you straight to the hospital, if that’s okay with you Lisa?” Lisa bit her lip trying to control the tears that were threatening to start again. As they got into the car, she leaned against the seat, taking out her phone, staring at the blank screen. “Mamma my battery died, do you have a car charger?” her mom shook her head, concentrating on the road in front of her. “Sorry sweetie,” she smiled apologetically “but take my phone.” Lisa shook her head “That’s okay, will charge it at home.” Lisa watched the city lights pass outside of the window, running the bracelet through her hands, she smiled to herself, and it was actually calming her down.