A/N: HAI. This Fic is a crossover Fic from BBC Sherlock and Dirk Gently. So, this was an actual roleplay on Twitter with Molly Hooper and Dirk Gently (Roughly, as I have nicknamed him). Don’t blame me for anything you don’t like. If they give me permission, I’ll tell you their Twitter handles so you can yell at ’em, alright? Alright. Please do not hold me responsible for any hearts imploded over the adorableness, thank you!
“I mean, uh...” Dirk Gently said, looking down.
“Shh,” Molly Hooper said, putting a finger to her lips, making Gently smile a little. Molly giggled.
“A-anyway...” Gently trailed off.
Molly sighed, “Yeah...”
“Listen, um... Molly...” Gently said.
“...Yes?” Molly asked.
“Well... Basically... I’m, uh, thirsty. Yeah. That’s it,” Gently said. It was obvious that wasn’t what he had wanted to say.
“Oh... Well, do you want me to get you a drink?” Molly asked.
“Uh, well, I don’t mind,” Gently replied.
“You just said you were thirsty...” Molly trailed off.
“Well, yes...” Gently nodded.
“So...” Molly said.
“I’ll... go with you,” Gently proposed. “If you want...”
“Do you want to come?” Molly asked, “I don’t mind if you do.”
“I’d love you,” Gently said truthfully, before realizing what he had said, and corrected himself. “I’d love TO. Uh, I mean, I don’t mind, either.”
Molly stared at him, “Well... Good... The, erm... kitchen is this way...”
“Right. Okay...” Gently cleared his throat.
Molly walked into the kitchen, and Gently followed, close behind.
“So, um. Hm,” Gently stuttered.
Molly then turned around and walked straight into him, “Oh, you’ve stayed rather close, haven’t you?”
“Uh, yeah...” Gently flushed a bright red.
“Sorry... I was just wondering what you wanted...” Molly said.
“No, it’s... fine...” Gently replied.
“So, what do you want? We have everything here,” Molly said.
“U-um, what do you want?” he asked, before realizing he had asked a stupid question. “I mean, uh, yeah.”
Molly giggled, “Well, I don’t know. I’ll have whatever you’re having. You’re the thirsty one.”
“Well, I like... tea?” Gently tried.
“We have tea,” Molly said, before going to put the kettle on.
“Thank you, ever so much,” Gently told her.
“No problem.” Molly smiled at him, a slight shy smile. “Sugar?”
“Uh, yes, please,” Gently said, stumbling a bit. “Better make it five. Five sugars.”
“Five?” Molly asked, surprised. “Okay then...” She made the tea and handed it to him.
“Thanks,” Gently said, taking it and drinking it quickly, with Molly watching him. He finished it and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, “Thanks.”
