Ello! This was inspired by a friend, and a few Tumblr Headcanons, but aside from thaaaaaaaaattttt…

This is my first, and hopefully not last, Sherlolly FanFic :3

Enjoy! :D

Also, if I owned Sherlock, Sherlolly would already be canon.

So, obviously, I do not own it.

Chapter One

Late Night Coffee

Soon after one of Sherlock's many visits to the morgue and a failed attempt at a coffee date, Molly left for home to ponder over this sad infatuation.

Fact is, Molly Hooper. Sherlock will never accept that coffee date.

Molly thought this as she laid back on her couch and stared at her plain, white ceiling.

What was it that Molly even liked about the man? Sure, he's attractive, but he also is so… So… Aggravating! But, at the same time, he is so… Amazing…

Molly closed her eyes as a blush soon found its way onto her pale cheeks.

Stop this foolish thinking, Molly… It'll never happen…

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bzzz bzzz bzzz

Molly's eyes fanned open as she felt a buzzing inside her lab coat pocket, which she forgot to take off when she got home. She fumbled her hand in her pocket until finally it found the source of the vibration, and unlocked it to see a text... From… Sherlock?

MH: Hi, Sherlock?

SH: Molly. I am thirsty and I have a horrible craving for some coffee. Will you make me some?

MH: You do realize it's…

Molly checks the time as she types to realize it's midnight. She had napped for almost three hours.

This didn't surprise her, she happened to be working late hours lately.

MH: midnight. Can't you make it yourself?

SH: No. I'm busy.

MH: But not too busy to ask me to make you coffee?

SH: Molly, if you cannot tell already, I am a genius. And geniuses require energy. I am wasting half of my energy to text you whilst using the other half to observe a… Thing… So, therefor I am using up all my energy. I cannot simply get up and brew coffee, or else i'd be using the energy used for my very important research on something very minuscule. So, Molly, I need you-no, I demand you make me coffee.

Molly groaned as she grabbed her jacket and scarf, and made her way to her car.

MH: Why couldn't you ask Lestrade? Or another friend?

SH: Geoff buys coffee, therefore I deduced that he has little to no skills when it comes to very easy things like making coffee or zipping up his pants zipper, and I have no friends. Therefore I require your skills.

Molly tried not to feel the tiniest bit hurt at him saying he had no friends, but carried on.

MH: You think I have skills?

SH: Obviously, or else I wouldn't require you.

MH: Hm. Alright, i'll take that as a compliment.

On the other end of the line, a very focused Sherlock blushes ever so slightly at that.

Had he just… Complimented someone? It felt… Quite interesting. He'd have to remember to compliment her more often. It seemed to make her feel motivated to do things for him.

SH: Just hurry. I am feeling more and more drained by the minute.

After a few moments of driving, and nearly falling asleep, Molly walks up to his door, swallowing as she realized she'd be in the man of her dreams flat, and raises her fist to knock. But there was no need, a very frazzled Sherlock threw the door open, and pulled her in quicker than she could mutter "crumpets".

"The kitchen is over there, i'll be over here, have… uh… fun." He commands, then leaves to go over to the couch, where he proceeds to look into a microscope on the coffee table.

Molly does as she's asked without even taking off her coat and scarf. Yawning while she makes the coffee, she still doesn't forget how he takes it, and after she's done, she drops it on the table and stands, awaiting another order from the detective.

Sherlock doesn't look up from his work, he merely takes a sip from the mug and sighs.

"Thank you, Molly. By the way, you look nice with your hair down." He says, monotone of course. He was merely testing, observing how she took compliments.

Molly doesn't even notice, however, she was still a little groggy.

"Hmm?" She asked after she realized he said something.

"Nothing. You can go, Molly. I will, however, see you tomorrow. I need your lab. And a corpse. And a riding crop."

Molly merely nods, and turns to leave, lightly swaying.
"Whatever you say, Sherlock… Goodnight…"

After he hears the door close, Sherlock leans back on his couch and smirks at the door.

Goodnight, Molly Hooper…

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Around the time she wakes up, Molly stares at a message she was about to send, blushing like mad.

MH: Hey, Sherlock. If you ever want to get a coffee during the day with me, let me know. Also, about the thing about not having friends. Well, i'd like to change that.

She contemplates this.

Is it too soon? Would he laugh? Maybe he'd stop coming by the lab...

She doesn't send it.

But rather saves it in her notes and goes to work.

She'll just ask him in person. Again. But no matter! This time she'll put on some makeup, and make it obvious she wants to take him out.

Yeah.

Yeah, that'll work.

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AN) Short, sweet, and to the point :)

Let me know what you think!

Also, if you cannot tell, yes these are basically one shots seen through texts! Also, they're little behind the scenes because i've always wondered about those things.

:3 okee! That's all for now!

G'bye!