British One-shots and Imagines

Imagine 2.2 (Benedict Cumberbatch)

In which you and Benedict Cumberbatch have a scene together and you're scared to death about it. (Part 2)

WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse, language, cruddy writing, protective Benedict, douchey exes

You had your knees tucked up to your chin, had your arms crossed over them, burying your face into your elbows. You were pretty sure you were crying; silent tears trickled down your face one at a time and landed on the floor between your feet.

You felt so bad about it, pushing Benedict. You didn't mean it. The plan in your head for the past handful of weeks was to grit your teeth and just get the scene over with, not making any fuss about it.

But your reflexes kicked in, and you'd pushed him, you pushed him. Benedict Cumberbatch.

How many people can say they've pushed Benedict Cumberbatch into a wall, you thought bitterly? Not many, I bet.

And the worst part about it was, Ben would've understood, maybe even tried to help you. Despite telling yourself that he wouldn't care and he wouldn't have had time for your silly ramblings about your stupid boyfriend and he wouldn't tell you that it was all going to be alright and to 'excuse me for a minute while I go beat his sorry arse,' you knew deep down he would've done all of those things in a heartbeat.

And then there was knocking on your trailer door, followed by Benedict's low voice.

"[Y/N], I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do anything I swear." His voice was scratchy like he'd been crying.

Did you really push him that hard?

"[Y/N] please I-" You stood up and opened the door, trying your best to discreetly wipe the tear on your cheek.

Ben was standing there, one hand raised to knock on the door, the other on his forehead, like he was in the middle of slapping himself. "Oh thank God." He rushed to you, enveloping you into a tight hug, burying his head into your shoulder. You were slightly taken aback, but you hugged him back nonetheless.

"Ben, I'm fine."

"I thought you were going to go do something stupid," He mumbled into your neck. You brushed some of his curls aside.

"Ben, you know I wouldn't do that. I'm fine, I swear." 

"I know, I know." You patted his back and pulled away. Ben held you at arm's length. "Did I do something? I'm so sorry if I did, I swear I didn't mean it." You smiled a little. Benedict flustered and apologetic was the cutest thing. 

"No Ben, i-it wasn't you." Benedict's grasp on your forearms was a bit tight, and he must have seen something in your eyes because he immediately let go.

Ben walked farther into the trailer, closing the door behind him. "Would you like something to drink?" You tore your eyes from the closed door and back to him.

"Water's just fine, thanks." He pulled two plastic bottles from the mini-fridge, walked over to you, and handed one over. There was silence in the trailer for a full minute, before Ben finally spoke up again.

"Right, so clearly you're not okay because you would've attempted a conversation with me by now, and normally, you talk like there's no tomorrow." Ben walked over to the couch and sat down, patting the cushion next to him.

You sighed, sat down, and drank from the plastic bottle.

"My boyfriend and I had a fight." You weren't looking at Ben, but you heard the crunch of the bottle in his hand.

"He didn't-" You shook your head rapidly.

"No no no, I left before things could get seriously out of hand. He just-" You took a breath, "Said some things and, um," You fiddled with the bottle, crinkling it in your hands. "Did some things." Benedict was silent. Completely silent, you didn't even think he was breathing. You looked up, frightened by the look in his eyes.

They were flashing dangerously, you shifted away a bit. "Ben?"

"Did he hit you?"

"What?"

"Did. He. Hit. You." You looked down again, it was your turn for your voice to turn to a whisper.

"Yes." Benedict shot up like a bullet, crushing the half-empty bottle in his hands. You jumped at his movement, scooting back on the couch, putting space between you and him. Ben immediately saw what you'd done and softened.

"My god [Y/N], I'm so sorry." You waved his apologies away.

"You're fine, really Ben it's fine."

"It is very much not fine. Who the fuck is he?" You did a double take at Ben's words. You'd heard him swear before, but never with the ferocity and venom as he was using now.

"Nobody, just some idiot who I have to get over. Benedict really, you're making a big deal about this, I'm fine," you paused. "What happened to the set?" Ben glared at you mockingly.

"You don't get to change the subject like that missy," you laughed, throwing your head back.

"It seems to be working well." Ben laughed too and answered your previous question.

"Something broke on set, it wasn't your fault," He added hastily, seeing your expression. "From what I heard, it was shoddy already." You nodded and cleared your throat.

"Ben I wanted to apologize, for pushing you, I mean. I shouldn't have reacted like that, it was unprofessional." You stood up to place your bottle on the counter when you felt Ben's hand on your shoulder. Ben turned you toward him.

"[Y/N], look at me," He tilted your chin up with a single, soft finger. It was one of the gentlest movements you'd ever felt. "None of this is your fault, none of it. I should be the one apologizing." Ben cleared his throat. "Do you want me to get your double? I'm sure she'd be fine with taking your place until the scene's done." You shook your head and took a step backward.

"It's alright Ben, truly, I can handle it. This morning was just a bit rough, that's why it took me by surprise." 

"Are you sure?" You breathed out a laugh.

"Yes Ben, I swear." He cleared his throat and fiddled with the cap on his own (now half-crushed) bottle. 

"If you need anything, anything at all, a shoulder, a vent, I mean anything, I'll always be there." You rushed forward and crashed into Ben, hugged him so tight, you worried for a split second you were cutting off his air supply. But his laughed, and his comforting arms were around you, keeping you safe. 

A/N: Part 3? Where Ben meets the douchey ex? Because I'm totally down XD XD

Protective Benedict is the best Benedict

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