This is my very first attempt at writing a fanfic in english. As a start, I'll go with a single chapter. I'll do more if people like this one. So, as I'm French, there may be mistakes, so please feel free to tell me if you find some, I do want to improve.

And if you'd like me to write something in particular, ask me, I affectionate several fandoms :)

Oh, and I don't own anything, Sherlock belongs to the BBC, etc. etc.

This is Johnlock, John POV maybe some fluff later on, I'm not sure yet. Enjoy!

'Not really my area'.

Even if Sherlock had justified that by considereing himself 'married to his work', john couldn't help but think that it meant more. Especially because Sherlock had justified himself, which was something very unusual for the consulting detective. He could have said nothing at all. But no, this time, he did try to convince John that he wasn't gay. Thinking about it, he did not really say he wasn't. And that was enough for John to believe he was.

'John ! ' The well-known voice shouted.

The ex-army doctor went out of his thoughts and lookend at the man standing in front of him.

'John, you not answering when I talk and you're not here is annoying enough, so don't do it when you're actually here. '

'Do you realize how stupid that statement sounds, Sherlock ?'

'Just listen to me'

For once, John felt a little bit guilty . They were in the middle of a case – a small one, but still – and he sould have been focused, not lost in his thoughts. Besides, he loved listening over and over to this beautiful low-ton voice. It was like a nice music to-

'JOHN ! You're doing it again !'

Damn.

'Yeah, okay, sorry Sherlock'.

'I can see that you're not focused. You usually drink my words.' The detective said. He slightly frowned and added 'what's different, John ?'

'Well...'

John didn't know what to say. He would sound silly. Well, it wouldn't be the first time. As Sherlock liked to remind him, he was stupid and ordinary. Sometimes he hated that man. But...

'John, for God's sake, what's the matter with you ?! Stop thinking and TALK ! '

John escaped from his own mind for the third time.

'okay, huh...'

'John !' Sherlock insisted.

'You're gay.'

It had slipped from his lips before he could think of anything else to say. Sherlock blinked twice and frowned a bit more, but remained silent. John could feel his own heartbeat speed up a little, trying to control the blushing on his cheeks. He cleared his throat.

'And I think you like me' he added.

Now he wanted to melt and disappear in his armachair. But he stayed still, eyes fixed on the dark-haired man still standing in front of him.

'Of course I like you, John. That's obvious.' he said in his stone-cold voice. 'But I don't see how your two sentences have anything to do with each other. I like Mrs Hudson and Lestrade and Molly, too'.

John smirked. 'Not like that, Sherlock. That's not what I meant.'

For the fraction of a heartbeat, Sherlock seemed to flicker, very slightly. His eyes lost their usual fix and strong gaze. For just a moment. Then the unemotional yet slightly annoyed Sherlok spoke again.

'Nonsense, John. Could we please focus on something actually important like, I don't know, the case, maybe ?'

'Okay, whatever' John replied on a resigned tone. 'But we will eventually have this discussion, Sherlock' he added in a sigh.