Forgotten age [a Martin Freeman fanfic]

8.

When I distinguished Ben and Martin next to the catering table the following morning I couldn't help but walk there, Brenton and I had just finished one of our last scenes and had been given a five minute break before getting back to work. 

They were both whispering mischiefly, like two little kids who had just been told a secret. I cracked a smile at their sweetness and made my great entrance.

"What's going on?" I basically yelled, they both looked at me startled.

"Jesus, Melissa!" Martin muttered under his breath bringing a hand to his chest. "You scared me."

"Good!" I smiled. "That's exactly what I wanted."

Ben shook his head and laughed at my response.

"What were you talking about? Was it a secret? I love secrets." 

Martin opened his eyes wide. "You love secrets, huh?"

I nodded and crossed my arms in superiority.

"Can you keep a secret, though?" He asked me lowering his voice.

"Yes." 

"Well then... Benedict?" He shrugged. "You do the honors."

When I turned to look at Ben I noticed he just couldn't keep a straight face. There must've been something extremely funny about the situation and I was missing it.

"What's wrong with you, huh?" I asked him, dead serious.

His lips were practically hidden, he was now holding his breath. I huffed shaking my head. I could see Martin from the corner of my eye, his eyes were starting to sparkle, they were both about to burst out in laughter.

"What's so funny!?" I beamed, shaking my hands in the air.

But that only made them explode. Their loud laughs filled the set, the whole crew was now staring at us in confusion. I pretended to laugh a little, but only because otherwise, I'd look a little dumb.

Martin was now resting his hands on his hip, his eyes were closed and he was completely silent. However, he was indeed laughing. His face was slowly getting redder and redder. Ben was standing in a similar position, he was patting Martin's back frantically while he laughed.

Once the laughter began to fade, everyone who had been staring started to drift back to their positions again. I rolled my eyes at Ben and Martin who were still recovering from their lack of air. 

"Man! This is the first time I laugh this hard in years!" Benedict confessed passing a hand through his hair, making sure it looked okay. Unnecessary, though, because in my opinion, Benedict Cumberbatch's hair can't 'not look okay', but whatever. 

"I just burnt my whole breakfast," Martin muttered, still breathless. I couldn't help but smile at his joke. He surely had one of the best senses of humor I've ever known.

I had decided to keep quiet while I waited for them to regain their seriousness. One simply cannot  have a conversation with two individuals such as Martin Freeman and Benedict Cumberbatch in the middle of a laugh attack. 

"I'm so sorry, Melissa, I really am..." Said Ben, gasping for air until his breath became steady.

"I swear—" I started.

"—We were talking about you!" Martin confessed cutting me completely.

I looked at him confused. "About me?" I repeated.

Ben simply nodded with a pout. When I furrowed my eyebrows Martin opened his mouth to talk again.

"I told him about the tequila."