I just want to mention that this is fanfiction, for anyone who stumbles upon it and thinks I'm stalking Benedict Cumberbatch and staging terrorist attacks. !-)

Tuesday, 5 March 2013

Don't Go...

The bruises were quick to spring up, livlier than Sherlock on acid. I really wish they hadn't been brought up in so confined a childhood. Maybe that one with the mallet that was threatening Ben, who kept twirling it and hitting rocks with it, would have discovered his overwhelming adoration of the game of tennis and be right now somewhere in mainland Europe, touring the world with the ATP. As it was, his skills with his hands had so far gone to keeping other, younger members of The Gang in check, he and his trusty mallet. They kept talking about e-mails, which I guess explained the portable router in the car.
The worst night was the night after they discovered Ben's phone. They led him away to ... well I've still no idea where because he refused to talk about it. I was left alone in the cave, alone except for various Doctor Who type monsters and Sherlock type psychopaths and Merlin type evil wizards I'd conjured up over the collective time I'd ever spent alone in my lifetime. Course, I also knew that Ben had gargantuan problems compared to mine. I guess my mind was scaring me on purpose, then I wouldn't have to think about Ben.
I can't count the number of times I'd fantasized about meeting him. I doubted I'd ever dream that Alex Vlahos was my hockey coach ever again.

Having had his phone examined, and declared "clean", Ben was back on Twitter. I guess he told them it was for Doodle Jump or something. They never thought of a Twitter account.

Haha, yh its supposed 2 b filmin within a fortnight.
THAT'S gonna happen...
Actually martin said he WOULD NOT strt filmin til u were found
Touching. Any1 actually searchin for us?
Yh, well apparently. Its all very secret

That's @Becki_45 and we've enlisted her as geography reprasentative; she too lives in Scotland.

Jo: what they're saying is that rl mycroft is looking for us?
In essence.
This is rather inappropriate but THAT IS SO COOL.
Ben: Jo ur sick.
Jo: secret services r lookin for us
Ben: bcos weve bn captured by homocidal terrorists.
U 2 r right next 2 each other.
Yh but then we wouldnt b able to witness what forced confinement does to ppls minds.
Ben: A N Y W A Y r u 2 seriously still comin after us cos that is C R A Z Y
Oh, yh, like ur gonna stop us
Ben: I can sincerely warn u against it. PLZ UR GONNA DIE r ur parents srsly lettin yous do this?
Plz, like they know. we're leavin notes, then we're outta there
Kinda selfish
Jo: we cant stop them. we dont live anywhere near them. plz dont do this guys
WE'RE GOING TO.
YOU'RE RIGHT. YOU. CAN. NOT. STOP. US.

Later that night, the Shaliza Show took a dramatic new turn.

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