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"Benedict?" The director shouted. He was late for the first day of season four of Sherlock. I sat there bored out of my mind next to Martin Freeman. A short blond guy that is 'made out of jam, kittens, and rage.' He was talking to the camera man about something but I am not sure what. I groaned and got up. "BENEDICT! HURRY UP!" The director shouted at the trailer. I walked by and the door swung open. "I am ready just calm down." The voice was deep but not to deep and really smooth. I did a quick turn to see a tall man with brown, curly hair. I moved a stray [h/c] strand of hair away from my face. He glanced at me and had to do a double take. "Oh hello. Who are you?" He started to walk towards me. "STOP!" He froze. He was at the edge of my bubble which about three steps away. "Okay? Why did you want me to stop?" He had some confusion in his voice. "Thats the edge of my bubble. I don't like people in my bubble." He tried not to laugh and fixed his costume. "Well then. You don't like people so what about characters?" He took a step closer. I let out a squeak and ran off. "OH COME ON! WHATS YOUR NAME!?" He shouted the question. I ignored it and ran into my trailer. I locked the door and touched my face. It was extremely warm. I swear if you put a piece of paper on it, it would catch fire. "Ok deep breaths [f/n]...deep breaths." I mumbled to myself. "So that's your name [f/n] [l/n]." He found the trailer. "Y-yeah." I stuttered. He let out a deep chuckle which sent a shiver down my spine. "Well...we will start filming in a bit here so you better get ready." I noticed that my costume was a mess from running away. I quickly fixed it up and fixed my hair. I nodded at my mirror and opened the door to see the crew waiting. I blinked and blushed. "Lets go." Martin grabbed my arm and dragged me to the place we were filming at. The real 221B Baker street.

Benedict started to walk down the street and I followed the camera guy. We started filming as soon as Martin started to walk. He only started to walk when he got a nod from Benedict. I just stared at the tall man as I walked. I stopped as soon as Benedict bumped into Martin. "Sorry." Martin turned to him and brushed his shoulder. "Watch it next time sir." Benedict stopped walking and turned around. "What are you going to do about it?" He said jokingly. Martin turned and froze. "Sherlock...." I smiled at his acting. He slowly walked up to Benedict and smiled. Then out of no where he actually punched Benedict. I covered my mouth out of shock. How dare he punch the cheek bones of pure coolness. He stumbled to the side and put a hand on his cheek. "OW!" Thats all he could say before Martin tackled him. "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!" He screamed. Benedict had a shocked look. I blinked and took a step back. "Watson please. Please understand. I had to fake my death to save your life." Benedict threw Martin off him and got up.Martin got off the ground and turned quickly. "YOU LIED TO ME! YOU LIED TO EVERYONE!" Benedict glanced over his shoulder. "I told you to watch me. The mind remembers things in a certain way but other things can influence how you remember it." Martin shook his head. Benedict grabbed Martins arm and pulled him into a hug. "Im sorry John." I blushed and a faint 'eeee~!' and made everyone look at me. "Sorry." I mumbled as they packed up. "TO THE NEXT SCENE!" I jumped when the director shouted. I let out a sigh and followed the crew to the set that had all our trailers. I grabbed the white lab coat and looked at Louise. She played Molly. "So what are we doing?" I asked. She smiled at my question. "We are the Medical examiners. We have a small part but I think you are going to have a bigger part or something." I blinked at her long answer but shrugged it off.

They started to film and I leaned on the examination table. "She died from blunt force trauma to the back of the skull." I looked at Louise. "No she didn't. There's no blood clot where she was hit or blood around the wound so she had to have died before then. See." She was shocked. I smiled and heard the door open. She looked at the door and gasped. I turned and saw Benedict and Martin. "Molly." Benedict nodded and looked at me. "Oh hello there." I blushed and turned around. "Molly whos this?" Martin asked. My shyness started to kick in when I heard Benedict walk closer to me. "EEP!" I ran towards a wall and noticed that I cant get away so I put my back against the wall. At this point I wasn't acting but everyone thought I was. "This is Marie." She motioned to me. I blushed a darker red as Benedict walked up to me. "Sherlock Holmes." He held out a hand hoping I would shake it. I took it shyly. He smiled and shook my hand. His hands were so soft. He turned my hand to look at the back of my hand. "Tomboy. Writer. Came from a small town in northern England." I swiped my hand away. "H-how?" I stuttered. He smirked. "You are also a nervous stutterer. Marie. Did you have a older sister?" I blinked. "Yes?" I responded. He smiled wider. That started to scare me. "I see. That explains the earrings and the necklace." I touched my earrings. "I got them for my birthday from my sister. How did you know I got them from my sister? Are you stalking me?" Benedict started to laugh. "Oh no. I am not a stalker." He turned to the dummy on the table that was made to look exactly like a body. Louise was doing what she had normally done in the last two seasons of Sherlock. Act all shy and adorable to get Sherlock to date her but it fails.

After filming the first half of the episode I forgot my money at home. "DAMN IT!" I shouted when I looked for my money. Benedict walked up behind me. "What is it?" He asked all cool like. He put a hand on my [h/c] hair. "Wow. Your hair is soft." I blushed big time. "T-thanks." I mumbled, "But anyways, I forgot my money at home." He smiled. "I'll buy you lunch if you want." I smiled at his kindness. "Sure that sounds good." He smiled and walked to his car. "Can I tell you something?" I looked at him and picked up speed to keep up with him. "Sure." He wasn't smiling now. "My wife left me so I am single now." I tilted my head. "Okay? Why are you telling me this?" I asked. He looked at me out of the corner of his eyes. "No reason." He smiled a bit. "Okay then." I stopped at his car and got in. "Oh I forgot to tell you." I looked at him again but this time making eye contact. "What?" I shivered at his ice green eyes. "You have beautiful [e/c] eyes. I envy you for that." I blushed at his complement. I touched my cheek and looked away. 'DAMN IT [F/N] GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!' I shouted in my mind, 'JUST KEEP ONE GOAL IN MIND! FAME! NO LOVE!' "Whats wrong [f/n]?" He asked as he started the car. "Nothing. I just have one thing to ask you though." He looked at me for a second then at the road. "Shoot." I nodded and opened my mouth. "Are you flirting with me or something?" I asked and he smiled. "I guess you can say that." He said as he turned the corner. "Why me? Why not some other girl on set?" He started to chuckle. "Because. You are the only one that seems to peek my interests." He stopped in front of a McDonalds. "Really?" I asked and got out of the car and He shrugged. "I want a burger." He walked by me and went right in. I sighed and followed him. "Then why not somewhere healthier?" I froze when I felt people staring at me. 'NERVES! YOU ARE BETRAYING ME!' I thought and looked around. A little girl ran up and tugged Benedict's coat. "Sherlock. Sir." He turned and looked at the girl. "Yes?" He knelt down to her height. "Can you help me find my pet? Its a small purple kitty." He smiled and stood up. He looked around and saw a small stuffed cat that matched the description. "I think I found your pet." He walked over and picked up the small cat of the ground. I smiled at him as he brought the cat back to the girl. She giggled and hugged him. "Thank you Sherlock." She ran back to her parents and told them everything.

He got his burger like he wanted and I got my normal. A shake and a double cheese burger. I ate away and he watched me. I glanced at him and he would be gnawing on a fry or taking a drink of his soda. "Can you please not watch me eat. It makes me uncomfortable." He smirked and started to eat his burger. I sighed and drank my shake. "Sir." Benedict turned in his seat to see one of the few people that hated him. "Hello." He smirked. The man that called him sir grabbed his shirt and pulled him out of his seat. "WOE! HEY! I don't want trouble alright. I just came here to eat with a friend of mine." He motioned to me. The man glared at me then at Benedict. He let go and stormed out of the restaurant. "Well that was strange." He fixed his outfit and sat back down. I stopped chewing when the man grabbed Benedict. He looked at me as he picked up the burger. "Hey you can continue to chew now." He laughed. I swallowed and coughed. It was silent for the rest of lunch. We walked out and Benedict sighed. "Eventful lunch." He smirked. I nodded. He got in his car and I got in also. He turned on the radio and turned it to some old music. I blinked and tried not to smile. We talked here and there about that weird guy. Martin saw us pull up in the car and smirked. Benedict got out of the car and stretched. I tripped when I got out and start to laugh. "Are you two drunk?" Martin asked. "Nope. My foot got caught thats all." I said through my laugh as I got up. Martin shrugged it off. "Well the rest of the episode will be recorded tomorrow. So we can head home." Benedict smiled and watched me walk away. "Want a ride home?" He asked. I shook my head as I got further away and waved. I glanced back and saw him wave back. I got butterflies and giggled.

I finally got to my flat and I opened the door. I sighed and walked in. Home alone again. Loneliness was always here so I regret coming back. I shut the door behind me and flopped on the couch. I looked at the pile of letters from my mom and teared up. She stopped writing when dad died and I got a call that same day that she didn't know who she was anymore. I got back up and searched the flat for a box to put the letters in. I heard a faint knocking after I searched for a few hours. I opened the door and there was a box of chocolates on the mat. I knelt down and picked it up. "From, Ben." I smiled and took it inside. He is a sweet guy. I set the box down on the coffee table and continued the search for the box. I found a old shoe box in about three hours. I set it next to the letter and packed them in the box. My heart was breaking after every letter. I felt a tear run down my face and I fell a bit. Catching myself on the table I just broke down into tears. I could not take this pain of not having my parents here to help me. My friends left me alone in my time of need. I let out a scream of sadness. I fell to the floor fully and curled up into a ball. I opened my eyes to see Benedict sitting on the couch but when I blinked he was gone. What am I thinking? I have no chance with that man. I closed my eyes again and stayed there. I eventually fell asleep and the tear continued to fall. My career was a joke. Fame is not what I was out for but that was my goal. I wanted to be accepted. I was accepted once but now I am just a thing to look down on by people that are higher up in the chain. I just wanted to die right there. I wouldn't be missed. People would say that I was just another wanna-be actress that died from depression. I am Nothing.

~To Be Continued~

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"Benedict?" The director shouted. He was late for the first day of season four of Sherlock. I sat there bored out of my mind next to Martin Freeman. A short blond guy that is 'made out of jam, kittens, and rage.' He was talking to the camera man about something but I am not sure what. I groaned and got up. "BENEDICT! HURRY UP!" The director shouted at the trailer. I walked by and the door swung open. "I am ready just calm down." The voice was deep but not to deep and really smooth. I did a quick turn to see a tall man with brown, curly hair. I moved a stray [h/c] strand of hair away from my face. He glanced at me and had to do a double take. "Oh hello. Who are you?" He started to walk towards me. "STOP!" He froze. He was at the edge of my bubble which about three steps away. "Okay? Why did you want me to stop?" He had some confusion in his voice. "Thats the edge of my bubble. I don't like people in my bubble." He tried not to laugh and fixed his costume. "Well then. You don't like people so what about characters?" He took a step closer. I let out a squeak and ran off. "OH COME ON! WHATS YOUR NAME!?" He shouted the question. I ignored it and ran into my trailer. I locked the door and touched my face. It was extremely warm. I swear if you put a piece of paper on it, it would catch fire. "Ok deep breaths [f/n]...deep breaths." I mumbled to myself. "So that's your name [f/n] [l/n]." He found the trailer. "Y-yeah." I stuttered. He let out a deep chuckle which sent a shiver down my spine. "Well...we will start filming in a bit here so you better get ready." I noticed that my costume was a mess from running away. I quickly fixed it up and fixed my hair. I nodded at my mirror and opened the door to see the crew waiting. I blinked and blushed. "Lets go." Martin grabbed my arm and dragged me to the place we were filming at. The real 221B Baker street.

Benedict started to walk down the street and I followed the camera guy. We started filming as soon as Martin started to walk. He only started to walk when he got a nod from Benedict. I just stared at the tall man as I walked. I stopped as soon as Benedict bumped into Martin. "Sorry." Martin turned to him and brushed his shoulder. "Watch it next time sir." Benedict stopped walking and turned around. "What are you going to do about it?" He said jokingly. Martin turned and froze. "Sherlock...." I smiled at his acting. He slowly walked up to Benedict and smiled. Then out of no where he actually punched Benedict. I covered my mouth out of shock. How dare he punch the cheek bones of pure coolness. He stumbled to the side and put a hand on his cheek. "OW!" Thats all he could say before Martin tackled him. "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!" He screamed. Benedict had a shocked look. I blinked and took a step back. "Watson please. Please understand. I had to fake my death to save your life." Benedict threw Martin off him and got up.Martin got off the ground and turned quickly. "YOU LIED TO ME! YOU LIED TO EVERYONE!" Benedict glanced over his shoulder. "I told you to watch me. The mind remembers things in a certain way but other things can influence how you remember it." Martin shook his head. Benedict grabbed Martins arm and pulled him into a hug. "Im sorry John." I blushed and a faint 'eeee~!' and made everyone look at me. "Sorry." I mumbled as they packed up. "TO THE NEXT SCENE!" I jumped when the director shouted. I let out a sigh and followed the crew to the set that had all our trailers. I grabbed the white lab coat and looked at Louise. She played Molly. "So what are we doing?" I asked. She smiled at my question. "We are the Medical examiners. We have a small part but I think you are going to have a bigger part or something." I blinked at her long answer but shrugged it off.

They started to film and I leaned on the examination table. "She died from blunt force trauma to the back of the skull." I looked at Louise. "No she didn't. There's no blood clot where she was hit or blood around the wound so she had to have died before then. See." She was shocked. I smiled and heard the door open. She looked at the door and gasped. I turned and saw Benedict and Martin. "Molly." Benedict nodded and looked at me. "Oh hello there." I blushed and turned around. "Molly whos this?" Martin asked. My shyness started to kick in when I heard Benedict walk closer to me. "EEP!" I ran towards a wall and noticed that I cant get away so I put my back against the wall. At this point I wasn't acting but everyone thought I was. "This is Marie." She motioned to me. I blushed a darker red as Benedict walked up to me. "Sherlock Holmes." He held out a hand hoping I would shake it. I took it shyly. He smiled and shook my hand. His hands were so soft. He turned my hand to look at the back of my hand. "Tomboy. Writer. Came from a small town in northern England." I swiped my hand away. "H-how?" I stuttered. He smirked. "You are also a nervous stutterer. Marie. Did you have a older sister?" I blinked. "Yes?" I responded. He smiled wider. That started to scare me. "I see. That explains the earrings and the necklace." I touched my earrings. "I got them for my birthday from my sister. How did you know I got them from my sister? Are you stalking me?" Benedict started to laugh. "Oh no. I am not a stalker." He turned to the dummy on the table that was made to look exactly like a body. Louise was doing what she had normally done in the last two seasons of Sherlock. Act all shy and adorable to get Sherlock to date her but it fails.

After filming the first half of the episode I forgot my money at home. "DAMN IT!" I shouted when I looked for my money. Benedict walked up behind me. "What is it?" He asked all cool like. He put a hand on my [h/c] hair. "Wow. Your hair is soft." I blushed big time. "T-thanks." I mumbled, "But anyways, I forgot my money at home." He smiled. "I'll buy you lunch if you want." I smiled at his kindness. "Sure that sounds good." He smiled and walked to his car. "Can I tell you something?" I looked at him and picked up speed to keep up with him. "Sure." He wasn't smiling now. "My wife left me so I am single now." I tilted my head. "Okay? Why are you telling me this?" I asked. He looked at me out of the corner of his eyes. "No reason." He smiled a bit. "Okay then." I stopped at his car and got in. "Oh I forgot to tell you." I looked at him again but this time making eye contact. "What?" I shivered at his ice green eyes. "You have beautiful [e/c] eyes. I envy you for that." I blushed at his complement. I touched my cheek and looked away. 'DAMN IT [F/N] GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!' I shouted in my mind, 'JUST KEEP ONE GOAL IN MIND! FAME! NO LOVE!' "Whats wrong [f/n]?" He asked as he started the car. "Nothing. I just have one thing to ask you though." He looked at me for a second then at the road. "Shoot." I nodded and opened my mouth. "Are you flirting with me or something?" I asked and he smiled. "I guess you can say that." He said as he turned the corner. "Why me? Why not some other girl on set?" He started to chuckle. "Because. You are the only one that seems to peek my interests." He stopped in front of a McDonalds. "Really?" I asked and got out of the car and He shrugged. "I want a burger." He walked by me and went right in. I sighed and followed him. "Then why not somewhere healthier?" I froze when I felt people staring at me. 'NERVES! YOU ARE BETRAYING ME!' I thought and looked around. A little girl ran up and tugged Benedict's coat. "Sherlock. Sir." He turned and looked at the girl. "Yes?" He knelt down to her height. "Can you help me find my pet? Its a small purple kitty." He smiled and stood up. He looked around and saw a small stuffed cat that matched the description. "I think I found your pet." He walked over and picked up the small cat of the ground. I smiled at him as he brought the cat back to the girl. She giggled and hugged him. "Thank you Sherlock." She ran back to her parents and told them everything.

He got his burger like he wanted and I got my normal. A shake and a double cheese burger. I ate away and he watched me. I glanced at him and he would be gnawing on a fry or taking a drink of his soda. "Can you please not watch me eat. It makes me uncomfortable." He smirked and started to eat his burger. I sighed and drank my shake. "Sir." Benedict turned in his seat to see one of the few people that hated him. "Hello." He smirked. The man that called him sir grabbed his shirt and pulled him out of his seat. "WOE! HEY! I don't want trouble alright. I just came here to eat with a friend of mine." He motioned to me. The man glared at me then at Benedict. He let go and stormed out of the restaurant. "Well that was strange." He fixed his outfit and sat back down. I stopped chewing when the man grabbed Benedict. He looked at me as he picked up the burger. "Hey you can continue to chew now." He laughed. I swallowed and coughed. It was silent for the rest of lunch. We walked out and Benedict sighed. "Eventful lunch." He smirked. I nodded. He got in his car and I got in also. He turned on the radio and turned it to some old music. I blinked and tried not to smile. We talked here and there about that weird guy. Martin saw us pull up in the car and smirked. Benedict got out of the car and stretched. I tripped when I got out and start to laugh. "Are you two drunk?" Martin asked. "Nope. My foot got caught thats all." I said through my laugh as I got up. Martin shrugged it off. "Well the rest of the episode will be recorded tomorrow. So we can head home." Benedict smiled and watched me walk away. "Want a ride home?" He asked. I shook my head as I got further away and waved. I glanced back and saw him wave back. I got butterflies and giggled.

I finally got to my flat and I opened the door. I sighed and walked in. Home alone again. Loneliness was always here so I regret coming back. I shut the door behind me and flopped on the couch. I looked at the pile of letters from my mom and teared up. She stopped writing when dad died and I got a call that same day that she didn't know who she was anymore. I got back up and searched the flat for a box to put the letters in. I heard a faint knocking after I searched for a few hours. I opened the door and there was a box of chocolates on the mat. I knelt down and picked it up. "From, Ben." I smiled and took it inside. He is a sweet guy. I set the box down on the coffee table and continued the search for the box. I found a old shoe box in about three hours. I set it next to the letter and packed them in the box. My heart was breaking after every letter. I felt a tear run down my face and I fell a bit. Catching myself on the table I just broke down into tears. I could not take this pain of not having my parents here to help me. My friends left me alone in my time of need. I let out a scream of sadness. I fell to the floor fully and curled up into a ball. I opened my eyes to see Benedict sitting on the couch but when I blinked he was gone. What am I thinking? I have no chance with that man. I closed my eyes again and stayed there. I eventually fell asleep and the tear continued to fall. My career was a joke. Fame is not what I was out for but that was my goal. I wanted to be accepted. I was accepted once but now I am just a thing to look down on by people that are higher up in the chain. I just wanted to die right there. I wouldn't be missed. People would say that I was just another wanna-be actress that died from depression. I am Nothing.

~To Be Continued~