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[docwithablog]

[ He's crossing Regent's Park across the middle, passing by the Ready Money drinking fountain without making halt, his pulse beating away in time with his footfalls. Thud, thud, thud. He's been running every day for the past five days -- and before that, a couple of times a week since Khan left him with no specific promises. It's done his musculature well, even if he's nowhere near the kind of toning that the other man's presenting, though to be fair, he isn't exactly aiming that high either. It's a mental thing. Moving. Staying in motion. Forward, forward, forward, soldier.

He's been at a standstill for too long as it is.

Drawing nearer to the Outer Circle on the other side of the Zoo, he keeps up the pace, his t-shirt clinging to his back wetly. Since Dr. Johnson suspended him (temporarily, out of the goodness of his heart, please), John has spent the time well, at least.

Takes lemons to make lemonade, they say -- and if nothing else, he's getting about ready to just quit this damn job already. ]

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[insuperiorstrength]

[ It's been two months - by his own time - since his last visit to John Watson's London. To be fair, he hadn't actually meant to break pattern on that - having finally established the precise location of his crew, he's been quite busy trying to find a way to release them. Unfortunately, the thawing sequence on the cryotubes is sensitive, to say the least (waking up had not, alas, been altogether enjoyable) and moving 72 cryotubes out of an underground science unit is, safe to say, risky.

Then, naturally, Marcus came along and told him to bomb a small moon in the Beta Quadrant, taking out a decently sized mining colony along with half of the planetary structures. Supposedly, the man had been wanting to charge the atmosphere between Romulans and Klingons, though Khan managed to tweak the evidence sufficiently to avoid any major strife. That had been a boring exercise. It had also, regrettably, taken up most of his time, leaving him traversing space more so than anything else. The bombs had, of course, been excellent. What else would they be?

He deployed the dimension hopper only a few hours upon landing back on Earth, mind heavy with a mix of exhaustion and hopelessness. It wouldn't even be a minute's break and he's in need of re-charging. Thus, he's been in old!London for approximately three hours, spending the first two by himself, reaching an acceptable level of calm and fixing up his appearance. He's then been by John's clinic, where he was not - Baker Street, same result - and now, he's heading through Regent's Park, mostly on a gut feeling. The man may be here and he may not. No matter what, he's got time. He heads for one of the smaller roads, leading past the zoo, away from the Outer Circle and into the park area. ]