Not sure if anyone will ever read this, let alone review.
It's just an idea I came up with after watching Fortysomething (starring Hugh Laurie). I thought I might give a shot at a fic with Benedict Cumberbatch's character Rory. (Yes I'm obsessed I know) But I honestly used to watch this show when it aired back when I was like 15.
Anyway if anyone does read this please let me know what you think.
Rory was running late.
He had spent the night arguing with Laura. He had prayed that since the previous Laura/Daniel/Lucy fiasco that would be the end of it. But things between him and Laura had been pretty awful of late.
Rory gave a tired yawn as he ambled into Sidestreet and Baz shot him a look.
"You're late," quipped the chirpy man.
Rory sighed. "I know, I know, Girlfriend is driving me mad..." he muttered, untying his scarf.
Baz raised his eyebrows. "Don't envy you there mate," he chuckled. "How was your holiday anyway?"
Rory wouldn't exactly call it a holiday. Sat at home in front of the TV with his moping girlfriend, complaining that he never took her to fancy places or bought her nice things. Rory had tried to explain that he worked for a charity and didn't want any payment, but Laura had crossed her arms and pouted, causing Rory to sigh and go out and spend his last fiver on a large bunch of flowers.
"Yeah, it was good," he lied forcing a smile and flinging his satchel down on the desk beside him.
It had of course been one of the worst weeks of his life, even including the one where he had returned home to find Laura in bed with his brother.
Rory was now back living with his parents and brothers. His and Daniel's flat share had not gone too well, especially after they had been turfed out after two months for not paying their rent on time. Rory had reminded Daniel a million times to take the cheque to the bank, but the idiot had been too lazy to do so.
"What about here?" asked Rory casually. "Been busy while I was gone?"
Baz stuffed some papers into a drawer and turned around. "Oh y'know just the usual. Mary's been good though...only started here last week."
Rory frowned, picturing this Mary character doddering about the place.
"Oh right, retired is she?" he asked hanging up his coat as Baz passed him on his way out of the office.
"No, mate, young," said Baz in his chirpy voice. "Only just graduated."
Rory rolled his eyes, following his colleague of out the door."Oh not another one," he muttered. "They come and go faster than I can learn their names."
Baz smiled and turned, throwing him a wink. "No mate, this one is definitely a keeper."
Rory frowned and shook his head as Baz walked away.
He very much doubted that what Baz said was true. He doubted she'd last into the second week.
But Rory's train of thought was cut short as he made to turn into cafeteria and walked slap bang into someone, spilling the full cups of coffee they were holding.
The figure gasped as the hot liquid sloshed all over their grey blouse and the Styrofoam cups fell to the ground.
"Oh god, I am so sorry," said Rory his eyes widening as he looked up at the figure properly.
She was young, in her early twenties, with dark blonde hair tied up in a loose ponytail.
"No, it's okay. It was my fault," she said with a smile, dabbing at her stained blouse with a napkin. "I should have been looking where I was going."
The girl smiled up at Rory as he handed her another napkin from the sideboard.
"Thanks," she muttered. "I'm Mary by the way."
Rory paused in what he was doing and stared down at her for a moment. "Y-You're Mary?" he asked astonished.
Mary smiled and nodded, holding out her hand for him to shake. "And you must be Rory right? I've heard a lot about you."
Rory's mouth curved up into a smile. Maybe this week was going to better than the last after all...
"Come on, let me find you a spare change of clothes," he said kindly, ushering the girl graduate back towards the office.