A/N: A big thank you to everyone that reviewed and the favorites! Unfortunately, I lost my notebook, then my password for my account. I am a forgetful kitty. :S Anyway, onward with chapter 3!
Disclaimer: I do not own The IT Crowd, Moss, Roy, Jen, Richmond, etc. I only own my OCs. Please don't sue me.
"Okay, Ross. I'm assuming you know a thing or two about computers." Roy strutted around the office, accidently tripping on an extension cord and falling on his face. Ross ran to his side.
"Roy?! Are you alright?" She crouched down at his side.
Ross grabbed a tissue and attempted to stop Roy's nose from bleeding.
"Fanks, Ross." Roy tipped his head back and stopped the bleeding. "As, I was saying you probably know about computers, but just leave everything to the experts."
The phone rang and Roy rolled his eyes. He stomped over to his desk then slumped into his office chair. He then took a long swig of his coffee as the phone rang multiple times. He scoffed, rolled his eyes, and then finally picked up the phone after a dozen or so rings.
"IT, have you tried turning it off and on again?" He paused for a moment. "Is it definitely plugged in?" There was another pause
"The cord, the cord that runs from the computer and into the outlet for the electricity!" Roy pinched the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb.
"The outlet! The things that plugs go into on the wall, you Neanderthal!" He slammed down the phone, sighed, and hung his head in his hands.
"How can a person possibly be so stupid?!"
Ross's phone started to ring and she looked at it with wide eyes.
"Uh…this wasn't in the job description." Ross grimaced and picked up the phone.
"IT Department. This is Ross." She paused. "Oh, okay, it's frozen? Look at your keyboard. You will want to push 'control, alt, and delete' simultaneously." She paused once more.
"C-T-R-L, A-L-T, delete. I'm sorry; Roy is not available at the moment." Roy gave her a thumbs up from his desk as he rests his head on top of it.
"Would you like me to come in there, Jen? I'll be in. " Ross hung up and rose from her desk as Jen darted out of her office as quickly as her pumps could carry her. "No, no, no!" She flailed her arms. "That isn't necessary. I ….I was just testing you! Yeah! That's right! A test!"
Moss walked through the door and overheard the conversation. "But you don't know a thing about computers!" He said, wiping a lipstick stain from his face.
"I know plenty about comp-puters!" Jen shouted.
Roy winced. "It's 'computers'!"
"Oh, whatever!" Jen walked back into her office and collapsed into her desk chair.
"She's making me look bad!" She whimpered.
Some time passed and lunch eventually rolled around. Ross sat reading a copy of Shojo Beat with a Rolling Stone encasing it to hide the cover.
"Since when did Rolling Stone start running comics in blue and pink?" said a voice from behind her, giving her a start and causing her to throw both magazines up into the air and knock her coffee all over her shirt.
"Shit!" Ross swore and wiped her shirt with a piece of printer paper.
"Here you go." A pale hand offered her a purple handkerchief intricately embroidered with black damask designs.
"Sorry about that. I didn't mean to give you a fright. That happens more often than you would think." The man came into view.
"You may want to change your shirt. I'll pay to have that one cleaned. It should clear up nicely."
Luna grinned at the pale, lithe goth gentleman with glossy ebony hair.
"Hi." Ross. Smiled dumbly. "I'm Rosalind. You can call me Ross."
"Hello. It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Richmond Avenal." He took her hand in his and gave it a kiss which caused Ross to giggle madly.
"Well, you should get out of that shirt."
"I agree!" Roy grinned eagerly. "I mean, I have a spare in me bag. I always carry it with me ever since the coffee incident."
"Boy, was that a great day!" Moss smiled.
"No! No, it wasn't, Moss! It was a horrible day! The worst day of my life!" Roy shrieked.
"May I have the shirt, please? Ross asked nervously.
"Oh, yeah, sure!" Roy handed her a Space Invaders shirt and grazed her hand with a smile.
"I have a Cradle of Filth shirt, if you prefer, Ross." Richmond motioned to the red door.
"Oh, no. I don't really like Cradle of Filth. Thanks, though." Ross smiled and walked into a store room to change.
Richmond shook his head and sighed. "She doesn't like Cradle of Filth. That's bloody awful."
Roy made an awkward motion of victory. "HA! Take THAT, Peter Murphy!"
Richmond glared at him and they both regained composure as Ross walked out of the store closet. She had to admit; Roy's baggy shirt was very comfortable and smelled surprisingly pleasant.
"Thanks, Roy." Ross said with a smile.
"So, fancy a bite to eat?" Roy asked her.
"Not today, Roy. There's a fascinating documentary about the history of Ubuntu and I would like to compare the research I've done to that of the filmmaker."
"Not you, Moss!"
"I would love to." Ross said with a smile.
"Richmond, would you like to come with us?"
"Oh, no, thank you. I only go out at night." Richmond said as he avoided a stray beam of sunlight peeking through the basement window on his way back to the server room.
"Is Chinese take-away fine with you, Roy?" Ross asked.
"Brilliant." Roy said and grabbed is jacket from a hook on the back of the door. "Jen, I'll be back in an hour! I'm going out for a bite!"
Jen came out of her office. "What? You never go out for…"
Roy helped Ross with her bag and slammed the door.
"But he never goes out for lunch…" Jen muttered.