~~Wow. It's been forever since I updated...but here's a Johnlock for all of yous that incorporates the hobbit and his dragon ;) Enjoooyyyy~~

"Go on, Bilbo." Thorin shoves me closer to the open corridor. I inhale deeply before cautiously trotting down the stairs.

A small gasp escapes my mouth as mountains and mountains of gold farther than I can see greet me in the large, pillared room. I stand in awe, before the realization of my task hits me.

"Fracking Lestrade," I mutter, ruffling my tangle hair. I scamper up a heap of jewelss, admiring every coin, every crown, every goblet.

"Arkenstone. A large white stone." I look around. There were many of those actually. "Very helpful."

And then some of the coins shift, sliding down to the cold ground. I freeze instantly, my eyes lingering on a piece of charcoal scales revealed from the riches. The coins continue to fall quite noisily, showing more and more of the beast, Smaug, I was warned about.

I freeze. But when a glassy, orange eye flickers open, my heart starts pounding in panic. Why did I have to agree to this ridiculous case?! Why did I have to listen to Lestrade?!

I stick my fingers in my pocket, searching for the golden ring. I quickly slip it on, instantly turning invisible. The beast shifts under its blanket of gold, slowly rising, sniffing the air.

"Well, thief." The dragon's bass voice resonates through the room. "I smell you. I hear your breath. I feel your air. Where are you? Where are you?!" The dragon's face slithers close to my body, and I take off down the pile of coins. The gold clatters around me, and I don't dare look back until I'm safely behind a large column.

A deep chuckle comes from the beast's throat. "Come now. Don't be shy. Step into the light."

My fingerss tremble at my sides. I had never been more scared in my life than right now.

"Mm. There is something about you," Smaug hisses. His eyes bore into me. It felt he was staring straight at me, though he couldn't see me.

"Something you carry. Something made of gold. Something far more...," he pauses, "precious."

The word shakes through my mind, taunting, teasing me. I manage to get the ring off of my finger after hearing that horrible word echoing in my brain.

"There you are, thief in the shadows," Smaug booms.

"I did not come to steal from you, oh Smaug, the unacessibly wealthy. I merely wanted to gaze upon your magnifience. To see if you were really as great as the old tales say. I did not believe them," I explain.

The dragons barely flashes its teeth before stepping in front of me, revealing his full form.

"And do you now?" He growls.

"Truly. The songs and tales utterly fall short of your enormity, oh Smaug, the stupendous." I was hoping with all these compliments he wouldn't kill me.

"And do you suppose flattery will keep you alive?"

I freeze again. It was like he read my mind. "N-No."

"No indeed. You seem familiar with my name. But I don't remember smelling your kind before. Who are you, and where do you come from, may I ask?"

I clear my throat. "I...I come from the city of smoke and fog. The city of rain and cold. I call a street that cookers dwell my home."

"Impressive. And what else do you claim to be?" Smaug moves forward, his wings fanning out to his sides.

"I am...jumper-wearer..."I start. "J-Jam-maker."

"Lovely titles. Go on."

"Urm...I am story-typer."

Smaug's eyes bore into mine. "It cannot be."

"Sorry?" I take a small step backwards.

"J-John?"

My eyebrows knit together in confusion. How did he know... "Your voice!" I whisper.

"John!"

"Oh my god! Sherlock?"

"Yes, yes it is I! I was cursed, John."

"By who?"

"Magnussen. The lying bastard. Turns out he has special powers, as he puts it."

"I've been looking for you for forever!" I hurry up the pile of gold to embrace Sherlock's leg.

"How did you get here in the first place?"

"Lestrade put me on a case. Said it was an interesting one, and it fit perfectly for me."

"John." The deep resonates through my ear, down to my chest, and to my toes.

"Oh, Sherlock.," I whisper happily into his scales.

"Isn't this world wonderful?"

"Yes. But we have to get ouf of here. We have to get back to Baker Street."

"Ah. The street that cookers dwell."

I smile, "Yeah."

"You've always been clever."

"Thank you, Sherlock. Or should I say Smaug the stupendous?"

He laughs a great, big thundering laugh. "You know how stupendous I can be."

"I do. I really do."

He lowers his head down, and if a dragon is able to wink....Smaug winked. I bite my lip from giggling like a girl.

"I did miss you, Sherlock."

"I know, John."

"And I love you, my amazing dragon."

"I love you, too, my little hobbit."