Author's Note

Hi all. First off, i'm sorry this took so long. I was busy then I just had major writer's block. But here it is now! I hope you like it :)

Next, THANK YOU TO ALL THOSE WHO REVIEWED AND FAVOURITE AND FOLLOWED. God bless all of you. Really, you guys always make my day.

I hope this was worth the wait :) Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Not even the characters except for the murderer and his wife. Oops, sorry, I meant his ex-wife

Recap:

"Sherlock," He whispered to himself, slightly frustrated. "Can't you even let me dream in peace!"

Smaug was taken aback. It had heard everything the creature had said and it was thoroughly puzzled. What was this Sherlock? Was it a curse? Had he upset the creature with the nice manners? Thief or not, Smaug was actually enjoying Bilbo's company. Bilbo had a way with words and Smaug very much appreciated it.

"Not good?" The dragon asked finally.

"A bit not good," Came Bilbo's reply almost immediately. It took the halfling less than half a second to realize the significance of this exchange and when he did, his jaw fell open.

To say that Bilbo was shocked was an understatement. He stood there gaping at the dragon for what seemed like ages. He just could not comprehend the situation that had occurred. His mind was racing. Why had he mentioned Sherlock? Somehow the dragon reminded him of his friend. Smaug's giant ego, arrogance, perceptiveness, rudeness and its way with words reminded Bilbo of his detective friend but there was also an underline of loneliness, sadness and a longing for proper company in its tone that really reminded Bilbo of Sherlock. Not to mention the snarl. Yes, Smaug was terrifying but John had lived with a high functioning sociopath for almost a year now to know that even crazy geniuses, or in this case crazy dragons, are capable of being lonely at times.

Bilbo peered up at the dragon closely, trying to make out its expression. It was clear that Smaug was thinking. Thinking about what exactly, Bilbo couldn't say. Maybe it was thinking of an effective way to lure Bilbo out of his hiding place. Whatever its plan was, Bilbo was not going to give in. He would not let himself be seen. He was determined not to be dragon food or in his case dragon snack, considering his size. Bilbo was still trying to decipher Smaug's expression when a loud rumble bounced off the walls of the cave, breaking him out of his reverie.

"Is Sherlock a curse word, thief?" Smaug asked to nothing in particular since it didn't exactly know where the thief was. Its large eyes seemed distant and its expression was somewhat thoughtful.

Bilbo was, once again, lost for words. He was truly not expecting that. Was Sherlock a curse word? Maybe Sally and Anderson would think so, he thought hazily. Bilbo was starting to feel a little dizzy by now. His thoughts seemed to be slightly muddled too. Was the heat getting too much for him? He was vaguely aware that Smaug was expecting an answer but he was having trouble with phrasing exaggerated answers.

"In this time, O Great Dragon, Sherlock is a word that not many have come by. Use it however you will, either in curse or in name. Take this word, O Scaliest Dragon, as a gift from me, if you will for it is this particular word that will define an entire generation in the coming future." Bilbo managed to say after some time. His head had started to throb a little and the halfling could feel a dull, aching sort of pain spreading over his right shoulder. Bilbo blearily wondered if somehow Smaug had found him and had dug one of its giant claws into his shoulder. That couldn't be it though, Smaug was within his peripheral vision and with a quick glance down, Bilbo was able to confirm that there was no sharp looking thing sticking out of his right shoulder. The absence of blood solidified his confirmation but then why was it hurting?

"A word as a gift?" Smaug laughed. It was the kind laugh that indicated that the dragon was amused but as the sound of the deep, throaty laugh resonated within the walls of the dungeon, Bilbo couldn't help but feel the menace that lied within the amusement.

"You are no teller of the future. Why should I accept your pitiful gift?" Smaug continued. "I hope you do not think that a word that holds no meaning is enough to compensate for the treasure that you have stolen from me."

Bilbo shuddered. The pain in his shoulder had increased drastically. He was having a hard time standing up and his vision had started swimming. However, he could still see and hear Smaug albeit blearily.

"I have nothing in my possession, great dragon, to show to you and to prove to you of my insight." Bilbo said with a shudder. His words trembled slightly. He tried hard to keep the pain out of his voice. It didn't work. Smaug picked up on the underlying hint of pain that was in the halfling's voice and wondered what was wrong.

"Are you okay, John?" The dragon asked.

"I'm not sure," Bilbo replied. "My shoulder really hurts." He finished looking up at a bleary image of Smaug. Everything seemed to be blending in together.

"John," The dragon said again, this time however, Bilbo had noticed the name it used. He also noticed that the dragon was looking directly at him. When had Smaug found him? All of a sudden, Bilbo couldn't stay on his feet. He doubled over, gasping. Black spots made its way into his vision somehow. As graceful as a donkey, Bilbo managed to lie himself down onto the cold, stone floor. He looked up and saw the jagged ceiling of the dungeon, way up high. Next to him, surprisingly was Smaug. He didn't have the luxury of wondering how it had gotten to his side as darkness took over.

"John." He heard the dragon, who sounded like Sherlock, say but in his state of mind the voice sounded so far away.

This time when John regained consciousness, he noted the soft mattress he was lying on. He had to blink several times to clear the bleariness in his vision. The hospital room he was in was dark. Night had already fallen but how many times night had fallen before this night, he wasn't sure. The blinds were open and he could see the soft illumination of the street lamps outside. He could hear the soft beeps of the heart monitor next to his bed. Tubes ran the length of his bed before disappearing into the upper side of his right hand. John was parched. He needed a glass of water. Turning in bed slightly made him wince. He looked down and saw that a bandage was tightly wrapped around his shoulder. Sighing at the sight, he reached for the tiny red help button with his good arm. However, before he could properly grasp the button, he caught sight of a figure sitting on a chair next to his bed, albeit not very closely.

John did a double take. Who could be in his room? It couldn't be Harry. The figure was much too large to be a female. John was going to push the button when the figure squished in the little armchair let out a soft snore. Wait a minute. He knew that snore. Though he didn't hear it very often as the owner of it rarely slept, he could still recognise that snore anywhere. It was a rare sound but since he had been living with this person for almost a year now, John could tell who it belonged too.

"Sherlock?" John rasped out. His voice cracked. Clearing his throat, he tried again. The body in the armchair stirred a little. Since John wasn't exactly mobile and the lighting in the room prevented him from actually seeing Sherlock's face, John couldn't tell if Sherlock had woken up. He gave the sociopath five minutes before calling his name again.

"Sherlock." He said a little louder. This time, Sherlock didn't stir. Instead, what he did next nearly gave John a heart attack. The minute John had called him, the man in the chair bolted upright and shouted, "I am awake!" with a very serious look on his face. Funny thing was that he wasn't facing John. Instead, he was looking towards the door expecting to see a doctor in the room. Realization quickly dawned upon him and he turned around to find a startled looking John.

"John! You're awake." He exclaimed, rushing to John's side. John had relaxed by now. He indicated to the water jug next to Sherlock and Sherlock got the hint. Steadily, Sherlock poured a glass of water for John. Propping him up on the bed as gently as he could, Sherlock managed to get some water into John's system.

"Do I need to get the doctor?" Sherlock asked. At this, John quickly scanned his heart monitor and asked Sherlock to hand him his reports that were at the end of his bed. Sherlock had sat back down on the chair as John went through his papers.

"No," He said, finally, setting the papers aside. "I'll be fine. We'll get the doctor in the morning." He finished. He turned and studied Sherlock. The detective had purple bags under his eyes and he looked skinnier than usual. Stress must have gotten to him. Maybe he was working on a difficult case.

"How long have I been out?" John asked.

"About two days. You've been constantly in and out of it. The anesthesia made you slightly delirious. This is the first time you've been properly awake." Sherlock said, looking closely at John. As John deliberated the information Sherlock had just given him, Sherlock took the opportunity to properly look at John. His nerves had been a wreck these past few days and the worry he had experienced was not at all like he expected.

"You know, John. There's something I need to tell you," Sherlock began but was cut off when John looked up at him. He could see a spark of recognition in John's eyes. "What? Is something wrong?" He asked John.

"It's you." John said.

"It's me?" Sherlock asked confused, Maybe John still was a little delirious.

"You're the dragon." John said triumphantly with a wide smile like he had just passed a ridiculously hard test. At this, Sherlock groaned inwardly. Dragon talk. Conclusion: John is still delirious.

"Get some sleep, John." Sherlock told him before flopping down onto his armchair again. This time, though, he pulled it closer to the side of John's bed.

"Okay, O great one." John replied happily before making himself comfortable. All the while, Sherlock threw him extremely confused looks.

And that its. Hope you enjoyed this one. Leave a review and let me know :)

Also I've written a short Johnlock fluff called Bedtime. Check it out if you're into it.