So due to the lack of Golly/Gully fanfics out there, I decided to write one. This is my first ever fanfic, so I'd appreciate any kind of criticism.

Also, reading the plot synopsis for future episodes I found out that Molly, in fact, lives, so aside from celebrating with myself I present to you this one-shot. Enjoy!

Gus slammed the police car door shut. He was walking halfway to the hospital when he remembered he had bought Molly a bouquet of flowers and a milkshake from Lou's. He half-jogged in the snow toward the car, particularly to keep himself warm, all the while mentally punching himself for what he did to Molly. As he reached the car he picked up the flowers from his dashboard and the milkshake from his cupholder. He hoped this would lighten things up between them, considering, well, he did shoot her, and the least he could do was give her these to apologize and appreciate her for all she's taught him about being a police officer. He was on his way to becoming a better cop, thanks to Molly.

He opened the door to Molly's room. She was awake. Gus knocked on the half-open door to make Molly aware of his presence. She looked up only to reveal a tired but genuine smile in his direction. Her smile took his breath away. She was beautiful, still, even with the tiredness taking over her face. Although she was tired she didn't seem weak. She just lit up the whole ethanol-trailed room. Or in Gus' own words, she was, in fact, amazing.

He stepped forward and smiled back, masking all the guilt and sadness that had been eating him up the night he couldn't sleep; just tossing and turning and thinking what would happen to Molly in the ER. A rush of relief had taken over him when he received the news the next morning. She was fine; it was only a flesh wound.

"Uh, these are for you," he handed her the flowers with somewhat shaky hands.
"Aw jeez, thanks, but cha didn't have to," she commented, "But I do see ya holding something I like over there," she grinned in delight.
He responded by a small laugh and handed her the milkshake.
"Asked for the Molly Special over at Lou's."
"Wouldn't be surprised what's inside here," she raised an eyebrow and then widened her eyes as she took a sip of the bourbon-loaded milkshake.
Gus smiled in amusement as she gulped more of it.
"Um, where is you father, anyway?"
"Oh, he just went to the diner to fetch us some food. We both hate the food here. But he should be back in about half an hour."

An awkward silence came between them for about three seconds when Gus finally broke down.
"Molly, I, I, I'm so sorry." He uttered, almost stuttering.
"Gus, I'm fine, really." She said, reassuringly.
"I know, but I just don't know what I would have done if something worse had happened to you." He was still choking back sobs when Molly reached for his hand.

Her touch made him feel incompetent— both as a cop and as a friend. If he was braver and more adept this wouldn't have happened to her. And here he was, being comforted by the person he sought to comfort in the first place.

"I, I just—"
"Gus, stop." She sat up, biting her lip and twirling the loose string of fabric on her sheets.
"Will this help?" And before he knew it her lips were on his. He was shocked for a second but later returned the kiss.

The kiss was soft, but longing. It seemed like forever before they broke it off. And to be honest to themselves they didn't want it to stop. Gus loved the way her hair brushed against his face and neck when they kissed. He reminded himself to be gentle and not touch her in too many places as he might accidentally touch her wound. Molly never felt like a girly-girl in such a long time. She thought she might actually die when Gus said, "Remember when I said I didn't originally want to be a police officer? Well I'm glad I did."