My Detective - A JohnLock Fanfic

John was in love.  In love with that stupid, brilliant detective. Sherlock Holmes. His ridiculous  roommate. His consulting detective. His best friend. His comrade. John was totally and utterly in love with him. It hadn’t been love at first sight. John didn’t believe in that. No. This was something gradual. Something that had grown gradually between them. Well, not between them. Sherlock was unmovable. That heartless bastard didn’t even know what love was. Just another motive on the list of many. Which of course made it impossible for John to confess – because he knew he’d been rejected. Sherlock had already told him so – “I think you should know that I consider myself married to my work and while I am flattered by your interest I’m really not looking for anyone.” That was Sherlock. Married to his job. No one else could possibly be better than a good murder case. Actually, maybe Sherlock should just go marry that Moriarty! They’d make a fine pair.
“What’s for breakfast?”
“You know, a double murder. With a side of an impossible robbery and an assassination.”
“Oh, Moriarty, you sure know how to treat a guy.”
“Anything for you honey.”

Okay. That was a bit of a stretch. But the point still stood. If Sherlock was going to fall for anyone, it wouldn’t be plain, old him. He was boring and stupid, he knew. At least in Sherlock’s eyes. Those beautiful green eyes. God Sherlock had messed him up. He shouldn’t be thinking those sorts of things about his flatmate. When had it all started, he wondered. When had the attraction first taken hold? Was it that Irene Adler? No, he was already in love then. The time when Moriarty had planted that bomb on him? No. Not then. No. Now that he thought about it, he remembered. He remembered very well.