A/N: Don't own it. This came to me about an hour ago and I just scribbled it down. Warning: this isn't a happy ending. Please Review, I feed them to plot bunnies.

It had been 3 years. 3 years of working and living together. 3 years of this feeling in John's chest to grow until he couldn't contain it anymore. The time came in the middle of the night. John couldn't sleep, and had gotten up for a cuppa. Sherlock was already in the kitchen with his eyeball experiment… again. John started to make the tea, when it kind of slipped out.

'Sherlock?'

'Yes, John?'

'We've known each other for about 3 years now-'

'3 years, 3 months, and 25 days… wait, 26, it's 1 a.m.…'

'Right, so, a long time… Anyway, Sherlock, I- I have feelings for you. Romantic feelings'

There was a very pregnant pause. Sherlock finally spoke up, still not looking up from his work.

'I'm sorry, John'

'Sorry?'

'Yes, I'm sorry that I cannot return your affections'

'Oh, well, I understand. I won't bring it up again'

'Yes, you will. We both know it. Maybe 6 months to a year from now, you will'

'No, I won't. I promise'

'But you won't stop hoping. You'll become like Molly, hoping that I'll finally notice you, that somehow you'll change my mind. It won't happen. I told you that second day, John, I'm flattered, but I'm married to my work.'

'You're so insensitive'

'Sociopath'

'Right… course… Your Get out of Jail Free card'

'Don't put this on me, Watson, you couldn't control your feelings'

'Fine. You want me to control them? I'll move out and never speak to you again. I'll be back from 9 to Noon tomorrow. I would prefer it if you weren't here.'

'John, your friendship is invaluable to me. I was hoping we could move past this and keep things the way they are'

'You just said we couldn't'

'I didn't say we couldn't try'

Another pause.

'No. I'm leaving.'

'But, John-'

'No, Sherlock. I'm done with this- this- this madness you have. You make no sense! I will be back to pick up my stuff at 9 and won't be leaving until Noon. Please don't be here.' With that John Watson stormed out of 221B Baker Street, leaving Sherlock Holmes utterly alone in the kitchen.