Bright blue eyes widen in pain, the betrayal he could taste blood in his mouth. "BILBO!" Came the roar, it was enough to wake John up. He sat upright his hands going to his stomach, he found it was hard to breathe for a moment he looked for a wound that isn't there and sighs before falling back onto the bed. He rubbed his eyes as he tried to shake off the image of the dragon man holding him in his arms screaming at a bearded man.

He looked up at the roof on his room seeing the cars from the outside light the room up as they move through the street. He looked at the clock by the bed and groans, it was only 3 pm and then pushed himself up deciding that he wasn't going to go back to sleep that night. He has been having these dreams for years but it was the first time he thought the dragon man looked like Sherlock. He chuckled to himself and shook his head as he went to the kitchen to make himself a tea, well that if his grumpy roommate hasn't emptied the fridge again.

Leaving the safety of his bed John heads to the kitchen his feet shuffled as his mind is still filled dreams. 'Bilbo!' The voice roared in his head he felt sick as he held himself against the counter "John?" Blinking in shock as Sherlock appeared in front of him,
"Sherlock?" John frowned as he looked at the dark hired man "W-When did you get here?" He asked, he looked at the door to detective room and then back at the man…I don't remember hearing him leave his room…
"Are you okay?" His friend asked
"Ummm what yes, of course, I'm just waiting for the kettle to boil." Sherlock raised an eyebrow and leaned in close, inches from John's face making the smaller man leaned back his eyes widen as he watched Sherlock inch closer and closer. But Sherlock reached his arm out and flicked the switch on the kettle.
"It might help if you put the kettle on." He pulled back and looked at him and sees a soft blush on his cheeks. "Are you feeling well?" He asked
"Yes, yes I'm fine." He told him as he turned around to make a cup of tea. "Tea?" He asked
"Yes please, Bilbo."

John spun around and looked at Sherlock with wide eyes "What did you say?" The lights flicked on and Sherlock sat on his chair with a soft thud, he stretched his long legs out and looked at him.
"I said yes please John? Are you sure you are alright?" He asked him,
"I-I yes Sherlock, I'm fine." He rubbed his eyes "I'm just tired." He looked back at the kettle and then made two teas. He walked over to Sherlock and held out to him. Bright amber eyes looked up at him and John dropped his cups of tea, he looked down at the tea soaking to the carpet and then looking back up at the long limb man. "Yep still amber." He said "Sherlock?" He crooked out; the man shook his head with a grin "S-Smaug?" He whimpered, as the Consulting Detective stood up with a large grin on his face.
"Finally I've been waiting for you to say my real name."