"No." Sherlock commanded.

"Sherlock, come on it's just a harmless-"

"I refuse to acknowledge its existence John, so just forget about it."

"Sherlock, just look at it. See those big brown eyes…" John pouted.

"No, John. We won't be getting one." Sherlock hissed. "They are stupid, clingy things that will get in the way of my experiments." Sherlock refused to turn towards John.

"Sherlock, please. He'd be good for you-"

"I don't think it would be your area of medical expertise to tell me that that is good for me. No, John, I won't allow it."

"Please, Sherlock? For me?" John asked, turning on his sad-kitten-like stare onto his friend. "Just look at him."

"If I look at him then I will become attached. And then we'll never be rid of it, even when it does unforgivable things like…like…"

"Like what, Sherlock? He could be our own little Hound of the Baskervilles…" John cuddled the object of Sherlock's hatred against his chest. "Yes you would, wouldn't you?" He baby talked to it.

"No, John." Sherlock glared at the wall.

"Please? I'll…I'll…I'll stop going on dates with women?"

Now Sherlock's interest was piqued. "Really?"

"Yes, well I know how much you hate it when I'm never there for cases, and since they all think I'm gay anyway…" John shrugged. "It's not like I get much of a relationship anyways."

"Oh." Sherlock's tone was icy, more detached than usual. "The answer is still no, John."

"…That's not the only reason, Sherlock." John tugged at his collar nervously. Did the heat suddenly get turned up? It seemed like it. "You see, uh…"

"Go on, John."

"I don't think I could go on believing that I could get something out of it when I'm still so obviously in love with…Someone else."

"Oh? And who just is this person, John."

"Well, you know, Sherlock, he's nice."

"He? I thought you weren't gay, John, as you keep on telling me."

He's also Annoying, refuses to buy milk, and overall the worst flatmate I've ever known… John thought, sighing.

Sherlock turned around, eyes falling on the beagle pup stashed in his friend's arms. "We're keeping him, John."

John was flabbergasted. He had a giant heart to heart conversation, and that's all he had to say?

"You don't have to keep up with your part of the bargain though. You can keep dating." I don't want you lying to me, John.

"O-okay, Sherlock…" So John left, beagle in arms, to the very kind salesperson who had let him take the dog out to try to convince Sherlock to have him.

"I love you too, John." He whispered as John walked away. "I always have."

AN: I was told to place this on FF net by a friend of my sister's…I hope it's not too bad.

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Warning: First Fic for this Fandom.