A/N; Well, here we are again :3

Rainy and I agreed that we needed to do another 30 day challenge, and who can resist a good AU fic? I'm hoping this will help me get back in the groove of writing and I'll be able to work more on my unfinished fics that I've left you all hanging on .

Anyways, first day's Fantasy! This one's a dragon rider au kinda thing…here's the playlist I listened to while writing it; /aynarra/come-away-with-me-to-the-fantasy-world

Sherlock's dragon; Aeol, John's dragon; Eoel.

All Italic words are Latvian, which I am using as the dragon riders' language :3 Virtual cookies to anyone who knows what they mean without using a translator!

To Rainy…love you, my dear. I'm so glad you've suggested this…I'm having fun already XD

Read and review, loves! :D

Ta,

Anonymoustache

"Sherlock, your left!"

Sherlock swerves as a sharp black blade-like weapon whizzes past his head. Aeol yowls as the wind and rain throw them off course. Sherlock rubs the dragon's neck as they fly through the violent gale, trying to calm him.

Flying next to him, John grins. "You okay?"

Sherlock grins back and yells through the howling of the wind, "Never better!"

Another blade goes flying past Sherlock's head, skimming his curls. He looks back at the griffins trailing them, each being urged onward by a black-cloaked warrior of darkness.

Sherlock yells, "They're getting closer!"

John looks back as well, then yells, "Separate! There!" He points to an arch of weathering rock, then swerves to the side suddenly, driving Eoel up and away. The rain pours down as Sherlock turns sharply in the opposite direction, veering underneath the arch.

The other side is foggy, and Sherlock loses sight of where John went in the haze, rain blurring his vision. The griffins' shrill cawing echoes in his ears as he drives Aeol up and away.

After an hour, Sherlock seems to have lost the griffins and their warriors, thankfully…but John is nowhere in sight.

The rain begins to lessen, fog fading, and Sherlock brings Aeol in for a landing on a small patch of grass. Once he's there, he hops off and pulls his skyscope out of the belt on his tunic. He extends it and peers all around, trying to locate John or Eoel. He finds neither.

Sherlock begins to worry.

"John…" he murmurs. He sits down beside Aeol, exhausted, and gently rubs the scales on his head. Aeol makes a low rumbling sound and pushes his head into Sherlock's hand.

The sun shines weakly on the small patch of grass on Sherlock's cliff. The dark storm clouds above have rolled to the east, leaving him and Aeol behind.

He only hopes they haven't taken John with them.

"Iet, Eoel!"

John feels the wind whipping violently at his face as he executes a sharp turn. He looks back to see the griffins trailing him, cawing shrilly as they close in. He just can't seem to shake them.

Another metal blade whirs past his face, too close for comfort. He turns Eoel sharply to the right, spiraling underneath a rock arch.

John looks back and sees through the haze of rain and fog that the griffins are gone. "Yes!"

He looks back around just in time to see a griffin flying straight for them. Eoel jerks out of the way as the griffin caws and viciously swipes a claw, catching John right across the chest.

John lets out a hoarse yell and falls from Eoel's back as the world goes black.

Aeol's ears perk up as a distant yell echoes through the fog. Sherlock stiffens.

One of the warriors of darkness…or John?

Sherlock can't risk not knowing.

He jumps up and leaps onto Aeol's back, yelling, "Aeol, uz augšu!"

Aeol takes off quickly, great leathery wings flapping as they rise into the fog. Sherlock guides him away from the great rock arch and into the fog. As they glide silently, Sherlock searches the ground below, bringing Aeol down a bit in order to see through the fog. John is nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, a low, mournful dragon's yowl echoes through the fog. The sound of leathery wings beating reverberates in the air around them.

Sherlock tugs Aeol up and around, shouting, "Eoel! Nāc!"

Eoel turns in his flight and beats his wings to come up to Sherlock, who rubs his scales gently.

"Where's John?" he whispers. "Where's your kapteinis?"

Eoel nuzzles Sherlock's hand, then turns and glides back the way he came. Sherlock veers Aeol around and follows him, worry filling his chest.

Suddenly, near a smaller rock arch Eoel dives down, disappearing into the fog without warning. Sherlock tugs Aeol down to follow, apprehensive of what he might find.

Below the layer of mist, Eoel is perched on the sharp side of a treacherous rock cliff and is letting out a long, mournful yowl. John is dangling off the edge of the cliff. His white tunic is stained with blood, to Sherlock's horror.

Sherlock brings Aeol to hover beside the cliff and he gently scoops John up into his lap, then says in a shaky voice, "Aeol, Eoel, iet lai upes!"

Sherlock lands Aeol and Eoel outside the forest of a grassy valley, beside a river. He leaps off Aeol's back and carries John to the river, panic coursing through him.

"John, John, John…" he murmurs, like an oath, as he rips off John's bloodstained tunic.

There's a long, dark red cut across John's chest, blood still dripping from it. Sherlock curses. "Sūdi!" He yanks a small, deep blue bag off of his belt and pulls a roll of cloth out of it, wetting it in the stream and dabbing John's wound.

John's eyes fly open with a yell. "Jēzus!"

Sherlock winces. "Sorry, mīlu. I'm trying to get it clean."

John grins weakly and says, "Thought I was the healer in this relationship."

Sherlock gives him a tense smile and rips his old tunic into strips. "You're injured." He wraps the strips around John's chest and yanks them tight.

John yelps. "Not so tight, dumjš! You're going to cut off my circulation!"

Sherlock pulls back, biting his lip. "Sorry!"

John sees the look on his face and, after a few moments, sighs and relaxes back. "No, my fault. I'm sorry. You're only trying to help."

Sherlock finishes tying the strips around him, then sits back and stares at him, something strange in his eyes.

John smiles weakly. "Sherlock…"

Suddenly, Sherlock leans forward and wraps John in a tight hug, pressing his nose to John's short blonde hair. He whispers in a fierce voice, "Never, ever do that to me again. Do you understand?"

John whispers back, "Yes. I'm sorry."

Sherlock whispers in a terrified voice. "I looked back and you weren't there. I don't ever want to have to look back and not see you again, okay?"

John pulls back and kisses him gently, then looks him right in the eyes and says quietly, "Okay."

Sherlock pulls him back in, wrapping his arms around him, and whispers with tears in his eyes, "I love you."

John smiles and closes his eyes. "I love you too."