"Where did that crack in the wall come from? It wasn't there before, I would have noticed it. Did you notice it?" Sherlock glanced at John questioningly for a short moment, but not quite long enough for him to respond before he continued. "It obviously isn't a normal crack because if you look at the way it was formed, it doesn't fit in with the type of wall this is, and-!" Sherlock swirled around raising his hand to touch it lightly. "It's glowing, don't you see?" He took his hand away as it felt hot like touching a light bulb, deciding to back away from it. "There is something quite unique about this crack, and it's slowly growing brighter, so you see,-"

Sherlock turned back to John who had gone to see the crack Sherlock had been going on about, only to find him gone. "John? John?!" He looked around the room, finding absolutely no evidence that John had left the room and immediately turned to the crack, whispering to himself in wonder.

"Eliminate the impossible and whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth..." He whispered under his breath.

He glared at the wall and decided to begin shouting at it for all the good it would do. "Give John back; he's important." At this, the crack had begun glowing brighter, as if in reaction to Sherlock. "Ah, so you /can/ hear me! Interesting. I wonder what you would do if I..." He began banging on the wall as hard as he could with his fists as the crack grew brighter and brighter.

With that, the light was gone, and so was Sherlock.

Sherlock woke up feeling quite strange. For one thing, he felt as though someone had hit him in the stomach, but for another, he felt extra...limbs. He stood up and looked down at himself, finding his nails long and sharp like talons and some patches of his skin covered in deep red scales. He felt something heavy that he had to hold up with his shoulder blades so he turned his head to find black and red wings.

The more subtle changes weren't noticed until he'd gotten over the idea that he must be under some hallucinatory drug of some sort, despite the fact that he couldn't pinpoint anything with effects quite this realistic. He looked at his surroundings and all he could see for miles was gold and other some such treasures spewn about the cave he seemed to be in.

He wandered around and eventually found a golden mirror in a pile, raising an eyebrow at how silly he looked with black hair, yellow eyes, quite odd-looking ears, and...were those vampire teeth? He reached up a hand to check if they were actually his teeth and, unfortunately, it seemed he was stuck like this.

Well, nothing he could do about it. He supposed he could just wait for the drug to wear off, but after about ten minutes of sitting in the gold he got bored and wandered off deeper into the caves.

John woke up slowly with the sun in his face, not noticing anything strange for the first couple seconds until he remembered that he'd been looking at a crack in the wall, not sleeping. He bolted out of his bed, standing up and looking around frantically, not recognizing any of his surroundings. "Sherlock!" He swallowed nervously before he began walking around the strange house, becoming more and more confused by the moment, even more so when he found a mirror and noticed his change. He rubbed his eyes and gave out an exasperated sigh before deciding that he MUST be dreaming. "This is not happening." He walked over to the sofa, sitting down a moment to process before noticing an interesting paper on the footrest...

((Author's note: Yeah. I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to mix Sherlock with The Hobbit and Doctor Who at the same time, but it was really really fun to write so that ought to count for something.))