Benedict Cumberbatch Imagines

Lost Boy (3)

"Make sure you grab your parents passport, I still need yours. I have my ticket ready," you patted down Ben's blazer. He leaned down and kissed you, "I love it when you get all commando."

"You're going to arrive late. I'll see you in two hours," you went with him to the doorway and saw him get in his car. Ben got to the court house late, as always. His parents were there.

"Mum, dad," he went by their side and hugged them. "You're not mad?" Wanda asked with a few dry tears. Ben exhaled, "At first I was raging, I was going to leave you two in this unimaginable situation but Y/n made me realize you were guaranteeing my life. I'm not mad." Wanda and Tim embraced their son.

"Why did Y/n ask for our passports?" Tim inquired. "She's buying us tickets to go to Hollywood, she's selling her house to help us," Ben proudly announced. "Benny we can't do that to her," Wanda said amazed.

"I've told her plenty of times, but you know how stubborn she could be. She said it's her way of thanking you two," he walked alongside his parents. Not far behind was Alyssa, she was staring daggers at Ben.

He walked into the room and sat down next to his parents and their lawyer. "The odds are 50-50, I'm not sure what our possibilities are. I can't assure you won't be paying anything but we may get a reduction," he informed Ben and his family. There was order in the court and the judge plus the jury's sat in their place. Alyssa's family were fighting for the most ridicule excuse anyone could possibly come up with.

The two hours were almost over, Ben anticipated to go home and most likely have amazing sex with you. Alyssa's father called one more witness up, his daughter. Alyssa stood at the podium, she had no makeup on and it was noticeable she's been crying for the past 2 hours.

He asked ridiculous questions about god knows what and she did respond with the truth. Benedict only rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. He wasn't paying much attention to the syntaxes flowing out of her mouth.

"What makes you sure the Cumberbatchs' need to pay the money?" Her father inquired. She drifted her gaze to Ben, her response filled the room in shock.

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You sat at the piano, coming up with possible new tunes. Joyful ones of course, Ben was now by your side and you felt nothing could possibly separate you and him. The piano wasn't enough so you sat at the couch with your ukulele and instead played a few covers of your favorite songs.

The headlights of Ben's car appeared on the window, you jumped from your seat and grabbed your laptop opening to the airline page. The keys jingled for a moment then came Ben through the threshold. "Did you get your parents passport?" You chewed on an apple.

No response from him, he went directly to the kitchen and grabbed a beer. "Ben? What happened? Did they increase the amount of money?" You were filled with worrisome and his silence only made it worse.

"Ben what's going–" "We can't go to California," he interrupted with a monotone. "Ben I already have–" "My mum, dad and I.. we-we can't go," he avoided eye contact. Anxiety rushed through your bloodstream, "What do you mean? I thought we had it all planned out?" You kneeled beside him.

His head hung low, unlike last time he had tears flowing down his cheek falling to the wooden floor. "Ben you're worrying me, what's going on?" You embraced him in a hug, his forehead against yours.

He wanted to speak but the words only got stuck in his throat. You gave him a minute so he could collect his calm. You were caressing his curls when you got the news, "Alyssa is pregnant... I'm going to be a dad." Your hands ceased their motion. You departed to understand the information given to you.

Words were now stuck in your mouth, you moved your lips but nothing came out. He could only hear your unsteady breathing. You audibly swallowed, "That's, that's great. You've always wanted a family.." Your voice was shaking, tears prickled your eyes.

"I want a family with you, not her," he reached for your arms but you moved back. "Benedict, I.. I can't. One thing is stoping a marriage but taking away a father is unacceptable. I can't do that to your child," you stood up and paced the kitchen. Ben stayed quiet.

You sat on a chair, your fingers intertwined with your hair, "What have I done. First the marriage, now this. I've been an abomination since my birth." You caught Ben's attention, "You are not an abomination, you are the person I love."

"The person you can't be with," a tear rolled down your cheek. "Think about it. Ever since we were kids people wanted to separate us, at the park, at school and now here," you choked back a few sniffles. The silence overcame between the two, it was unbearable, "Where are you staying?"

"I-I don't know," he put his hands on his face. You closed your eyes, having the slightest hope for that moment to be a simple nightmare. "I don't get it. We always used protection, she's 1 and a half months along," Ben swiped his fingers through his hair.

You grabbed his car keys from your table and handed it to his free hand, "Go with her, she needs you, your baby needs you." He shook his head not wanting to get up. You got up and walked to the door, "Ben don't make this harder for us both."

He went to where you were. "Don't go back, stay," he managed to croak out. You let out a few sniffles, "Goodbye Benedict." He grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in for a much needed kiss. You solemnly kissed him back but uprurblty broke the contact.

He placed his hand on your neck but you fixed your gaze on the ground. No more words were exchanged. He headed to his car and left. You sat on the couch, bawling your heart out. Tomorrow you had to leave back to Hollywood, you weren't sure if you're ever coming back.

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A/n: So this was just supposed to be a one shot but some people requested a part 2. Lost boy is around 6-7 parts. I'm also working on a few other projects so hopefully I'll be posting almost every day, I don't promise that but those are my plans.