AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok so the alternates will start from the point when Bradford gives her the letter, because before that well... nothing is different. OK here's the second ending! ENJOY!!

"I mean just when I start to think 'ok I'm going to get up and get over this' something reminds me of him, I look out at the neighbour fixing the line, or I see a Hanes add on the TV," she blubbered.

"Hanes add?" Bradford said incredulously as he brought over the tissues and some alka-seltzer.

"It's a long story," she chuckled as she took the tissues and chugged down the fizzy water. "Thanks."

Bradford looked at her quizzically and pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, looking pleased with himself.

"What's that?" Elizabeth said casually.

"It's a letter to me, from Will, actually one of the letters, there were two copies, one for me and one for someone else. He gave them to me as I pulled you away at the theatre, it seems he had an idea that something might happen," he said proudly.

Elizabeth dropped her glass, but this time Bradford caught it.

"Gosh we have to get you plastic glasses and spill resistant carpet from now on!" he joked.

But Elizabeth didn't care about that. "What does it say?" she said completely focused on one thing.

"I figured you read it, and let you take it from there," he said as he handed her the letter.

Elizabeth took the letter, her eyes blurring as she read it, but she furiously wiped the tears away.

Bradford,

I know now, somewhere deep within my heart that I will not be allowed to stay in this world. Something is pulling me back, something that, even if Elizabeth decides to have me, will prevent us from being together. And while it tears at my heart, while I beg it not to be so I know that I will never see her again. I have loved Elizabeth Swann my whole life, I never thought I could love another, but when I came to this world I was shown something new, something incredible in your Lizzie Cartwright, a fear but at the same time such strength that I could barely comprehend. I thought that it was merely a case of 'rebound' as Elizabeth had called it, that I was only trying to replace the love I had lost in my own Elizabeth, but in time I discovered that it was more, so much more, and that I wanted it so badly.

But the realization that I am not the only one comes even harder now, the idea there is someone out there just like me, who, on some level, holds the same thoughts and feelings that I do. It's not easy for me to grasp but Elizabeth and Hen insist on it so it must be so. I wonder if, had he the chance to know Elizabeth as I do he would love her like me. If he would want her as I do.

But Elizabeth is not mine to have and I am taken back, so please now Bradford, please I beg of you, find this man for me. Find the one who may love her as I could not, as I cannot. Find the one whom you told me she loves so that I may know that, even though I may not feel it myself, somewhere my arms are the ones holding her.

With much respect and gratitude,

William Turner.

Elizabeth looked up no longer bothering to hide her tears, and was shocked to see an eerily familiar face at the doorway.

"So, umm... yeah Elizabeth meet Orlando Bloom," Bradford said as he snickered and moved to the door. "I'll just go now, ya know let you two ponder or introduce yourselves or whatever," he said as he walked out the door.

"Bradford," Elizabeth called softly. He turned, unsure of what he should do.

And Elizabeth caught him in a crushing hug. "Thank you," she said through the tears. "Are you going to be ok? I mean with this and all?" Elizabeth had sensed before the feelings that he had for her, the feelings she knew now she could never return.

Bradford was a little stunned and disbelieving. "Me? I'm going to be just fine, in fact better than fine, because I'm actually meeting Keira at Maria's for drinks later tonight," he said that proud smile returning to his lips.

"Good luck with that," Elizabeth said a small smile of her own beginning to form.

"Yeah ok," Bradford said through his grin, which was slowly growing. "I'm going to umm... go, yeah cause I have lots of... stuff to do." It seemed as though he could hardly wait for tonight.

"See you around Bradford," Elizabeth chuckled as he walked through the door.

"Yeah see you around," He said with a casual cheek splitting smile.

As Bradford rounded the corner Elizabeth suddenly became very nervous, because Orlando Bloom, with the image of Will Turner still playing in her mind, was standing right in front of her. It was disarming, completely, he looked exactly like Will, only he wasn't dressed like a Pirate. But he was still incredibly stunning, his eyes were just as deep, his lips looked just as soft, and he, unlike Will, could possibly stay with her forever.

"Hi," was all he said with his perfectly smooth and controlled voice.

"Hi!" Elizabeth said in a slightly less controlled rather squeaky and high-pitched voice. Both parties chuckled a little.

"So this is weird," Orlando said shaking his head in a heart-stoppingly attractive way.

Elizabeth was instantly mortified, I mean how did this look? Some love sick computer geek helplessly in love with one of his characters? She should be wearing a large paper bag on her head.

"I mean weird in a kind of romantic, incredibly flattering way, know what I mean?" He smiled and Elizabeth thought she was going to simultaneously faint and jump a ten story building in a single bound.

"So that... I guess, that was the actual Will Turner, just like, plucked up from the movie and sat in our reality. No joke?" he said shyly.

"No joke, that was the actual Will Turner, literally plucked from the movie and thrown into our reality," Elizabeth answered and suddenly remembered both her manners and the fact that she looked horrible. "I don't suppose you'd like to come in and I could answer your questions for you? That is if you'd be willing to let me clean up a little first," she chuckled to try and hide the fact that she was extremely embarrassed at her filthy appearance and her filthy apartment.

"Actually I'd like that very much," Orlando said with another one of his heart stopping smiles.

They talked all afternoon and agreed to talk a lot more. Orlando had told how shocked he'd been in the theatre and how her sad gaze had moved him. He told how at first he didn't want to believe the letter, but when he had read it, it seemed as though the words were coming from his own mouth, they seemed natural to him.

Elizabeth would always hold a special place in her heart for Will Turner, and most especially the gift he had given her, a One True Love of her very own. A man that could be there for her and still remind her of the adventures and lessons she had from that one torn Pirate/Blacksmith.

Oh!! I love this one so much!! Maybe even more than the first one!! (see my dilemma) Ok so yeah sigh that was lovely. And now!! Stay Tuned For: THE FINAL ENDING!!!!!