#{here.. have another thing}

                                       ~ F L A S H B A C K ~ 

                        Khan's arrival on Earth, two enough a half years ago, wasn't one he cared to live through again. For starters, he had no memory of who he was, his name or where he had been from. He had been found along side a pod cryogentics pod. He assumed, that's what that was and Sherlock had confirmed it. It was strange, being in the presence of a man who looked like him. And, he supposed -- No. He saw, that Sherlock felt the same.

The odd, little relationship, of theirs, had been rough and rocky from the beginning, but it wasn't as if the other would throw him out. After all, he had amnesia and even Sherlock wasn't that cold. The Consulting Detective had helped the man, to a degree, by coming up with a name. Whether this name was the same, he had from his past or not, was not something that had even crossed the Detective nor Khan, but the more they worked on it. The more the name, 'John Harrison', felt familiar. Yes, things between the duo, had started to look up, John, had slowly started to regain some of his memories. The men, were two in the same, weren't they? In an odd way, yes, they were. Both, cold and calculating and whether Sherlock admitted it or not, he was a psychopath. Khan, could tell, seeing as he was one, himself. They were also manipulative, ruthless, to a point. Sherlock, was, in Khan's opinion, soft. 

                                       ~ P R E S E N T D A Y ~ 

                        It had been at least two years. Perhaps, more since the real Sherlock Holmes had been killed for some unknown reason and by some unknown source and Khan had taken his place. It wasn't the best of plans, but he needed a place to stay before he found a way back to his time line, back to his crew. It wasn't as hard, as he had thought it would be, but once he had adapted into this mundane lifestyle. Yes, to him, the lifestyle that Sherlock Holmes had doned, was boring and rather tedious.

He wasn't so sure, if he could continue with this charade. He needed to do something. Someone that did not involve him solving cases. He needed to find a way back to his timeline and the experiment, he had often told his flatmate he had been working on, had been a long and slow process. At this rate, he'd never make it home. 

With a strangled moan, he shot up from his spot on the chair and made his way around the room, kicking the junk -- old books, case files and whatnot, to the side as he made his way across the hall, to his room.

"I am so bored!"

Khan slammed the door shut behind him and made his way across the room to the bed and flopped down, upon doing so, he reached down and pulled out a suitcase from under the bed and lifted it with ease and let it fall onto the bed beside him and opened it up, he than got up and made his way to the closet. It was there, he grabbed out several articles of clothing and packed it. He needed to go back to where he had first met Sherlock. Not for answers, but mostly to clear his mind.