*quietly sobs in the corner* "Did not happen...did not happen...did not happen..."

No. Nononononononono you can't make me doubt John no. I know this exact scenario is no longer possible but this is Moffat we're taking about.

I actually could not picture John saying those things while reading this my brain just kept showing me Moriarty. I could not process it.

Don't read this wrong, your writing is great. I just deny everything this fic chooses to be.

I so wanted to see this idea written up!

I love this; it creates a great twist that kept me interested. My heart just shattered for Sherlock.