Disclaimer: I own nothing of Sherlock BBC.

WARNING: This chapter is the alternative ending!

Molly ran her fingers through Sherlock's curls affectionately as he slept soundly, exhausted from the crime fighting. She could not wave away the persistent thought of the calling card and it kept her awake. Her heart won the battle as Molly gingerly untangled herself from Sherlock and walked out of the bedroom.

Sitting on the sofa, she ran her thumb across the name printed on the card. Molly's hand unconsciously turned it over and the message was almost instantly smudged by her tears that just could not seem to stop. Standing from the door of her bedroom, Sherlock looked on as Molly sobbed and even bit her hand to contain the cries while cradling the card to her chest with another. The two of them remained in the same position till dawn arrived then consulting detective left without his morning tea.

Two years later

221B felt too empty so Sherlock went to nurse his bloodied nose in Molly's flat. "Here, nothing better than a cup of strong tea after being beaten up by your best friend." She quipped and placed two cups on the table then went back to clean up the kitchen. Sherlock fished out Molly's wallet from the bag lying nearby and opened it. The tear-stained card was in a hidden compartment of her wallet though not well-hidden enough from Sherlock. Before Molly came back, he poured a powdery substance into her cup and stirred it.

The consulting detective watched as she sipped the tea but looked away when he felt the tears began to build up. Sherlock had become weak because of Molly but it was worth it regardless of what Mycroft said. "What if I told you that you could go back?" Molly carefully placed the cup back on the table with trembling hands, not sure if she could still hold it properly.

"I had selflessly made you remain by my side for two years. I told myself that the day I returned would be the day you go back. Maybe that's why I kept delaying my coming back because I did not want you to leave me. However I could see how the longing was eating you up and it hurts, Molly, seeing you in pain and trying to pretend otherwise but you couldn't deceive me, you couldn't deceive yourself." Molly wanted to touch Sherlock's hand but found no strength to do it. He must have spiked her tea.

"I missed my chance of happiness with you a long time ago and there's no turning back in life. I would never find someone as wonderful as you and no one more undeserving for me. Promise me that you would be happy with him. Live my share of happiness because your happiness is also mine, Molly. I love you. It's not that I don't love you enough to want to be with you, I love you well enough to set you free and now I need to let you go."

Ignoring Molly's weak protests and tears, the consulting detective picked her up, stepped out of the flat and into the streets. It did not take long for a black sedan car to stop beside them. The ride to Mycroft's office was silent as Molly experienced the full effects of the drug. Holding her, Sherlock tenderly smoothed Molly's hair and kissed her on the lips for the very last time. He secretly hoped for the ride to be a little bit longer.

Carrying Molly in his arms, Sherlock walked straight into Mycroft's office and laid her on the sofa. "Send her back. You owned me a favour and now's the time to return it. Send Molly back."

The British Government sighed tiredly. "The time machine is not a toy to play with, Sherlock. We only allowed you to use it because Molly Hooper made Moriarty fell from St. Barts with her thus altering the course of events and we could not let that happen so we rewrote the history but time could never be tamed, that was the reason why Molly Hooper accidently entered another universe. You were lucky to come back alive. Who was to know what would happen this time round if she used the machine."

Mycroft turned around and was stunned by the sight before him. "Please, Mycroft. I never begged of you for anything in my life until now. Please." Sherlock knelt down in front of his brother with his head bent submissively, hiding the tears. "Is Molly Hooper really that important to you?" The British Government asked. "More than my own life."

Mycroft shook his head at the answer and asked again. "No regrets?" Sherlock's hands that were placed on his knees closed tightly in response and after a second of hesitation, "No." The consulting detective then got up unsteadily and left the office without looking back because Sherlock was afraid he would regret his decision at the eleventh hour and want to take her back.

Molly woke up after smelling something repulsive and quickly realised that she's back in the Victorian times. After finding out what was initially thought to be a dream was in fact real, Molly believed she could act as if nothing happened and would stay by Sherlock's side until one day he no longer needed her but Sherlock was right, Molly was just lying to him and herself. She loves Sherlock and would forever do so except Holmes was the one who truly owned her heart.

Molly walked towards 221B Baker Street with directions she knew by heart but suddenly halted when the pathologist thought of how much things could change within the span of two years and what if Holmes already moved on from her. "Miss? Is that you, Miss? You are back! Finally!" Billy shouted excitedly and tugged on her hand. "Billy? You had grown so tall!" The boy beamed proudly at the compliment but did not forget to pull Molly right up to the doorstep of 221B before she could even stop him.

"Master Holmes! Master Holmes, come on out! Miss is back! She's back!" Molly panicked at the prospect of seeing the consulting detective again. The door opened and she froze when their eyes locked. Holmes went down the steps and Molly's hand went up to touch his cheek, fearing that she was dreaming. "You finally came back, Molly." Holmes' hand followed and caressed hers. "I'm sorry for letting you wait such a long time for me." He then pulled Molly into his arms. "The wait was worthwhile, my love."

"Where's Molly?" John grumbled, he was still mad at Sherlock for faking his death and hiding the truth from him. "She left the country and is not coming back." The doctor frowned and mumbled. "Sooner or later, you would end up with no friends." The consulting detective smiled. "I would still have you as a friend." John ignored him and stood up to make some coffee. Sherlock took out the calling card and stared at it for few moments before safely putting it back into his pocket when John came back with two cups of coffee.

Author's note: There were two Sherlock Holmes and only one Molly Hooper so there was bound to be one of them not getting the girl so to speak. I had been thinking about it for days and I decided to do two endings instead because I love both Sherlock Holmes :)

I did mention that I'm asking for trouble writing this story, haha. Nevertheless, as per usual I had great fun writing it and I appreciated every reader that managed to read from start till end :D