You are watching one of John’s terrible nightmares.

Inspired by (x) 

Sorry

Okay. I admit that I’ve been doing this all the time.

True

BAMF!John.

John’s head.

Sherlock is back. The problem is that he didn’t come back alone.

Sherlock shake. Diogenes club wins everything.

- John, you’re late again. You should work less hard for your own health.
- I don’t believe you, Sherlock. You are not here. I don’t believe you.

I was made to walk out into the swimming pool area where, I discovered, Sherlock was waiting. The voice in my ear, which I vaguely recognised, told me to say some stuff - which, I realised, gave the impression that I was behind it all. That I, John Watson, was Moriarty. I could see the look in Sherlock’s eyes - a flash of, not anger, but hurt. For a second, he looked like a little, lost child. I should have been horrified that he’d even doubt me for a second but, to be honest, it was so refreshingly human of him. He actually did value our friendship. He did, despite himself, care.

- The Personal Blog of Dr. John H.Watson

Mirror mirror on the wall. Show me John.