Author's Note: My first fanfic for this pairing! I tried to stay true to the characters as much as possible :) Constructive criticism welcomed! Please review! Set before the season 2 finale!

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock. If I did there would be a lot of snogging between John and Sherlock :)

Chapter 1

Doctor John Watson walked into his flat after another disappointing date. What was her name? Sarah or Sally or… It didn't really matter. She was horribly dull and quite vain. She must have gotten up at least five times during dinner to check her hair. She'd seductively asked if he wanted to come back to her apartment after dinner and he said something about an early day. He was thinking about what had happened to him since meeting the brilliant consulting detective Sherlock Holmes. John Watson used to love women. Really he did. He still found women attractive, but no longer fancied anyone in particular. He went on dates, had relationships, but since he moved into 221b Baker Street, they had been slowly becoming fewer and fewer.

He blamed it on anything but the truth. He blamed it on the fact that he was constantly running for his life or the fact that his flatmate was a complete nutter, no sorry, a high functioning sociopath who insulted every woman who showed interest in John. It was infuriating really. Who did Sherlock think he was? Sherlock, with his angelic face and clear eyes and…

'Stop it, Watson!' He thought angrily. 'You are not interested in Sherlock! You barely tolerate him!'

'Maybe you are,' a small voice in his head said timidly.

Okay, maybe he was. "So what if I am?" He said, not realizing he was speaking out loud. "It's not like he'd ever like me that way."

"John, I am not terribly experienced in these things, but it seems as though you were talking to yourself. Unless I missed something?" Sherlock spoke up from his spot on the couch.

"Oh! Sherlock! Sorry, didn't realize I was speaking out loud." John stammered nervously. He was turning a deep shade of red as he spoke.

"No matter, John. I suppose as I am your friend, I should ask how your date went."

"Horribly. You were right, Sherlock. She really was boring and quite daft." John said without thinking. He turned even redder and walked into the kitchen to hide it.

Sherlock followed. "I told you not to go. This one was quite dreadful. You would have had a much better time here with me." He stated smugly. "So, this was your first date in quite a while. Three months, in fact. And, based on your earlier statement, I can conclude you no longer fancy a woman. So, what man is now the object of your attention?" The brown haired man said in that annoying way of his.

"It doesn't matter, Sherlock. He doesn't fancy me."

"How do you know John? Have you asked him?"

John was put off by all the questions. Sherlock usually never cared about John's life outside of the pair of them. "I haven't asked him. I just know."

"But how?" Sherlock said insistently. "How do you know, John?"

"Because he's married to his work." John said quietly. "He's a high functioning sociopath who is brilliant and beautiful but it's hard for him to feel emotions. I'm good friends with him. In fact, I consider him my best friend. He doesn't seem to feel anything towards me though. I love him. I'll always be here, never moving on or settling down. I'll always be waiting for him."

Sherlock's face went blank. "Oh. I didn't realize…"

John didn't hear the rest. He walked out of the kitchen and upstairs to his room. He flopped onto his bed and stayed that way for a long time, thinking about how foolish he was. Falling in love with his best friend and then telling him about it! He'd made a mess of things now!

Please review! Chapter 2 should be up soon, but the more reviews I get the faster I update!