A/N I know its been a long time since this was updated, my bad. Since this was originally started before DoS came out, it will be loosely following the book, just as a heads up.

Despite Bilbo's prayers, he did dream. He dreamed of John's world, and Sherlock, his friend was there too. But Sherlock was on top of a roof, and talking to John through this thing John knew was called a mobile phone. And when they were done talking, Sherlock jumped off. Horrified, John ran to where his friend lay, dead on the sidewalk. It was a nightmare.

Bilbo woke up with a gasp, glad to be out of the dream. He hoped it wasn't some premonition signifying the deaths of the dwarves. Despite his initial annoyance with them, he had actually become quite fond of all thirteen of them, even Thorin, who was often just a pain.

"It's roughly noon, ready to go back down as you promised?" Thorin's gruff voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Of course," Bilbo said smartly, standing up and smoothing out his clothes from Laketown. "Well, hopefully I'll make it back up, don't worry too much!"

The dwarves that were awake watched him go, guilty looks on their faces. They knew they were likely sending the little hobbit to his death now that the dragon was awake. Thorin just glared at him.

Bilbo carefully made his way down the tunnels to where Smaug lay. He slipped his magic ring on while still in the tunnels, just to be on the safe side.

When he stood before the immense pile of gold, breathed a sigh of relief, for the dragon's eyes were firmly shut. No sooner had the sigh left him when Smaug's eyes shot open, and searched everywhere for the intruder.

Smaug had never really been asleep. He was just waiting for John to come back. And sure enough, John did. But he couldn't see John. He just barely heard John enter, for whatever form John was in was able to move very quietly. He could smell John too. He smelt like…John, but there was another smell there as well. It was faintly dwarf, since he had be hanging around dwarves (ugh), but it was something Smaug had never smelled before.

Smaug huffed, and a puff of smoke flew from his nostrils. "You might as well just show yourself, I know you're there," Smaug rumbled, directing his gaze to where he could hear the racing heartbeat.

But Bilbo's heart wasn't racing just because there was a live dragon addressing him, he was addressing him in a very familiar voice, a voice he had spent the past several hours dreaming about. If Bilbo hadn't known any better, he'd say it was Sherlock. But if hobbits had past lives, could it be that dragons did too? Could Smaug have been Sherlock in a past life?

Bilbo didn't find it too hard to believe. Smaug's movements reminisced of Sherlock's in their fluid and purposefulness, as well as his speaking style- they both spoke with the same proud, know-it-all tone.

Trembling, Bilbo pulled the ring off his finger. Smaug started, surprised to find John appear right where he had been staring.

And it was John! He had longer, curlier hair, different clothes, and large hairy feet, but small differences like these were to be expected.

"John! It is you!" Smaug exclaimed, leaning forward and placing his head on the gold John stood on so that he could be at eye level with him.

John took an alarmed step back, which was to be expected, and stammered out, "I.. I'm not John, h..how could you even know that name?"

"Let me guess, you've been having dreams about him, haven't you?" Smaug asked smugly.

That voice, it was so familiar, but it couldn't be! Could it?

"Sherlock?!"