As Bilbo Baggins slid down a massive pile of treasure, his hand seeemingly automatically reached out and grabbed a large flashing red gem. The thing started speaking to him, but he didn't pay any attention to what it was saying because he was too busy slipping and sliding down a massive pile of gold coins in an attempt to escape from the clutches of a giant dragon. There was something about universes being linked through another, but he didn't really care at that point.

He did start caring when there was a brilliant flash of light before the world went dark however...

John Watson was still trying to decide whether he was hallucinating or not when he received a text from Holmes.

Watson, we have a problem. it read.

Sitting there looking down at his cell phone, Watson wondered what sort of problem had just been dumped on top of his most recent experience. Passing out and waking up five minutes later to discover that he was roughly half his normal height and that he'd been completely undressed and re-dressed while he was unconscious had been problematic enough, especially since he had work in an hour. Add in trouble coming from Holmes' end which was sure to be difficult to deal with considering the case his flatmate was on, and he was about ready to head back to bed and pretend that today hadn't happened.

If it had even happened in the first place that was...

Out on the moor, Sherlock Holmes was examining his new body. If his transformation persisted beyond the next few hours or so, his current height and length was going to be troublesome, especially in London which was crowded enough without a fifty foot long winged lizard wandering about.

"And, I would like you to text my brother with a request for a lorry, since my current form is likely to cause mass panic once people start to realize it is real." Sherlock said to DI Lestrade as he examined the membrane of one of his wings with an almost clinical detachment.

"Told you he was a freak!" Sergeant Donovan hissed from under the cover that she and the local law enforcement had taken when the bright light had cleared, revealing that a dragon was sitting where Sherlock Holmes had been standing a moment before.

"Yeah but, when you said he was a freak, I thought..." a white-faced young constable who had been helping Lestrade and company pursue a murderer who had absconded from London.

Several universes away, two men promptly fell backwards and landed on their asses atop two different piles of gold and jewels for two different reasons. One was unused to the massive increase in height that he had suddenly undergone, and the other was unused to being so...small.

"You will fix this!" the man with a head of dark curls and murder in his eyes snarled at the other man who surprisingly resembled his former self.