Sherlock: Warning. Sugar high looney on the loose typing the story.

*Khan appears*

Martin: A superhuman now? She watched Star Trek into Darkness, didn't she?

Sherlock: Are you saying we have to make sure he doesn't drain out every last sanity she actually has?

John/Khan: Wasn't actually planning to. Least I got something to do within the right hemisphere of her mind. Thanks for the idea.

It's been two nights so far. Speaking of far, how far are John and Mary? I sighed, grooming myself through another morning. I packed quite little cause I really didn't have any significant items to bring besides my cell phone and clothes. I heard the door bell ring so I dashed to the door and opened it. There were three men and an old woman. "Skip, he looks a bit like you," Said the man wearing red and black. Rather cheery, isn't he?

"Arthur. It's just coincidence. Anyways, my name is Martin Crieff. The other two is Douglas and Carolyn. We came to pick you up under Mycroft's orders. In order to keep watch of you in the flight deck, you'll have to wear this."

I took the clothes and went to change in my room. It looked a lot like Arthur's outfit except it's blue not red. I guess I have to be a steward to be in the flight deck. Luckily, my white toe shoes are blue. After changing, I got my suitcase and proceeded to leave with them. We reached to the port, gone through clearance and screening, and eventually, reached to the plane. We all sat in the flight deck for some time until it was time to board the passengers. Arthur was tying a bandanna on my head. Douglas said, "You will be an extra hand for Arthur during the trips around Europe. You won't necessarily have to mix drinks but, try to keep him safe from idiotic passengers when necessary, okay?"

"Oh," Martin said. "This will less likely happen to you. But, don't get Carolyn mad, ok?"

I gave them a nod. It was boarding time and the passengers were inside. After a series of boring procedures on what to do during any bad events, the plane started to go. Each stop, we had only few hours of time before each flight to check around for the network. I often went by myself until one time, I forgot to come back which resulted in exploring around until they came back to pick me up. After that, I wasn't allowed to go on my own. Another time I got lost while searching and got kidnapped by a group of criminal from the network.

"Well well, the famous detective picked a disguise that didn't involve a hat this time, didn't he?"

"Where's Molly?" I spoke, trying to break free from my grasp.

"Oh? Does Sherlock Holmes have a heart for that girl?"

"Who are you talking about?" I asked.

I got choked to the wall. "I see you have yet to recover. How about I help speed things up a bit?"

Next thing, my eyes were blindfolded and I was told I was on the rooftop. Rooftop. Fall. I winced in the pain that formed on my head. Fall. Reichenbach fall. The man who was supposedly dead. Sherlock Holmes. If I was really him this whole time, then why would I have a fake identity? Why would I have faked my death?

I felt a push and I fell. Judging by the metal, it was a vehicle no doubt. I tried to get up on my own. I felt two arms holding my arms. I couldn't open my eyes due to the pain in my head both from the flashbacks and the impact.

I woke up to see I was in the airport with the cabin crew. We seemed to be in a hospital room portion of the port. Aside from an ice pack on my head, there were no critical body injuries that require surgery. But, a few days bed rest was recommended. Arthur and Douglas were holding on to me after reaching to the stateroom that was booked by Carolyn. Apparently, I was stuck with Martin and Arthur while Douglas and Carolyn each got one room for themselves. "Obviously, according to the doctor, you'll be sleeping on the bed. Skip and I can sleep on the floor, right Skip?"

"No problem. Nothing wrong with floor for a good two nights."

"The trouble I caused for trying to find the ne-" I hissed from the pain in my head.

"It's no problem. Carolyn's happy enough she doesn't have to pay for severe injuries. Try to rest for some time so your memories could come smoother than thinking through it," Martin says, sleeping next to Arthur with a blanket over themselves. "We do have to apologize that...we knew the whole time. It wouldn't make for a recovery if we told you earlier nor if anyone you know told you earlier. Hope you aren't upset."

"I'm not nor do I have any reason to be. I appreciate you guys letting me figure it out on my own. Anyways, goodnight, Martin and Arthur."

"Night, Sherlock."

I sighed, getting myself to sleep for the next couple of days. Martin was right. The flashbacks came quite smoothly this time. The flashbacks started to connect in a chronological order. One puzzle complete. But, what use is it now? It's been half a year. Even with the flashbacks, even knowing how I used to behave, even knowing why I was given a fake name and what I was supposed to do. But, one should know whenever recovering from anything, it won't be the same as it was before no matter the injury. I honestly didn't mind those small changes during my time as Sherlock Holmes. But, I can't take that name not just because of my situation. Also, it's because I'm not exactly the same Sherlock Holmes I once was. Especially when I'm technically a dead man walking...

As for Molly, how come I was still able to remember her? I knew she made an impact during the fall. But, according to the flashbacks, I never displayed any true remote feelings for her. Sure, she can tell how I am feeling at time. But, I only developed feelings for her after getting amnesia. I don't mean the "I need your help" during the fall. I mean...I always kept thinking about her. But, I never did before hand so...how should I feel about her aside from being worried of her well being? How would my old self feel about my predicament?

After a solid two days, we got ready to leave the stateroom and off for the next trip. I s close lowly got good at mixing drinks and had some level of fun playing with the crew like playing yellow car in between airport stops, traveling lemon was fun until we got scolded by Carolyn. After getting drunk during the flight, according to Douglass, I was that close from confessing my love to Molly in the intercom.

It wasn't too long until we got hijacked by someone. A pawn from the criminal network no doubt. I thought of a way to attack from behind. Aha! Vodka! I went behind the criminal holding Arthur and smacked the Vodka bottle on his head, signalling Martin and Douglas to take back the controls. I pickpocket to find a cell phone. Unlocked. I read through the notes. A series of riddles. Looks like Moran has a thing for riddles too. I noticed Arthur cleaning up the broken Vodka bottle carefully. Odd...why would Moran bring one hijacker? Unless...

Boom! I turned towards the origin of the noise. I went inside the flat deck to see Martin, Douglass, and Carolyn knocked out. Still alive. No sign of outer damage. "They're on the floor! Mum!"

I grabbed Arthur by the collar. "They're still alive! Just knocked out! If you go any closer, you wi-"

He fainted to the ground. I noticed the men surrounding me and Moran steering the plane. Dah! My body fell on its knees. I held my right shoulder, seeing the criminal holding an empty injection needle. I tried to attack with no sense of logic and got sent to the floor, holding on to my head. It all started to blur. I tried to get up, only falling back down each time I did. The blurriness worsened and my eyes started to close.

John Watson and Arthur Knapp-Shappey: Whoa! Triplets?

Kirk:Oh god...

Spock: Captain, I think those two are trying to stop Khan from overriding the outer sanity of her mind.

Kirk: Outer sanity? She's actually sane?

Spock: Internally, no. In public, yes. Keep in mind I'm referring fan-girl wise, not an actual mental condition. Logically, that would mean insulting those that actually have to cope with real conditions, which this fan-girl, is actually aware of mental conditions and would refuse to take such serious conditions as a joke.

Kirk: I get it. Find a way to pre-ocupy Khan from overriding her mind.