Chapter 5: One Mind, Two Realities
Sherlock looked at his watch seeing he only had two hours left, after drinking their coffee he convinced her to take a walk with him,
"Molly, Listen... I need to go" he told her and she gave him a gentle smile and her expression was mixed with a hint of concern,
"Ok... Are you sure, everything's ok?" she asked and he nodded,
"Yes, I'm sure everything will be fine now... Will... Will you do something for me?" he asked and she nodded,
"Of course. What do you need?" she asked and he couldn't help but give an amused half smile,
"I remember that time you asked me that exact same question..." he said before handing her a piece of paper,
"In precisely 24 hours from now. I need you to call that number on that paper ok?" he asked and she nodded confused,
"Ok, if its important then I promise" she said and he gave a smile,
"You're not going to ask why?" he pressed and she smiled gently,
"Sherlock you wouldn't ask me if it wasn't important" she said and it was then that Sherlock's phone started ringing,
"It's John, I have to go. Remember 24 hours!" he yelled as he ran in the direction of Baker Street.
Sherlock answered the phone,
"John?" he answered,
"Sherlock, we've got big trouble. You... The other you is approaching the flat. What do I do?" John demanded in a worried tone and Sherlock rounded the corner to see the back of his other self and walking towards the flat and he instantly hung up on John and dialled a new number causing the other Sherlock Holmes to stop and answer his phone,
"Sherlock Holmes" the detective greeted and Sherlock took a deep breath,
"I know about the equation you solved." Sherlock said and watched as his past self turned slight and he could see the expression of confusion on his own face,
"Who is this?" the detective demanded,
"The equation works. I know you have it in your right pocket and it a moment... I need you to rip it up, burn the remains and never revisit the theory again" Sherlock said firmly and watched his past self smirk,
"Oh really and why would I do that?" his smug voice replied and Sherlock sighed,
"Because Molly Hooper will die if you don't" he admitted after a moment and Sherlock watched as his past self's expression fell and retrieved the piece of paper from his pocket,
"Did we save her?" the detective asked and Sherlock felt himself give a half smile,
"Yes, we saved her and if we want her to stay safe then you have to rip that paper up" Sherlock replied and watched himself hang up before looking at the paper before retrieving his lighter from his pocket and proceeded to ignite the paper and simply dropped it on the floor and watched it work and after a moment the past Sherlock looked up, making direct eye contact with the second version of himself and he gave a nod in greeting which the other Sherlock returned and before anything else could happen, Sherlock opened his eyes to find that he and John were lying on the floor of the abandoned warehouse,
"Sherlock?... What the hell happened?" John demanded as they both sat up and Sherlock groaned rubbing his head,
"I... I burned the equation, without it... We never went back" he murmured and John looked around confused seeing that their was no high tech equipment, no Mycroft, no scientists,
"I thought we needed to be in the exact spot we travelled from to get back... How is it we can remember if it never happened?" he asked standing and Sherlock shook his head quickly to focus himself as he did the same,
"When I burned the equation, I created a completely different outcome meaning it was never possible for us to travel so... I guess we just got shot back to the weak point as for us both remembering two different realities... We're in the eye of the storm. I just hope what we did was enough" Sherlock murmured when a ringing phone began to echo throughout the warehouse and Sherlock pulled out his phone and looked at it nervously as the screen displayed an unknown number,
"Who's calling?" John asked and Sherlock took a deep breath before pressing the answer button and slowly placed the phone to his ear,
"Hello?" he greeted nervously,
"Sherlock?... I think it's been 24 hours. Did I call at the right time?" Molly's voice asked and Sherlock felt a tear fall down his cheek and he smiled brightly, looking at John,
"Yes... Yes, Molly. You called at exactly the right time and I'm so happy you called" Sherlock murmured and John felt himself sigh in relief as he listened to his friend ask Molly if she would like to join him for dinner.
Awwwwwwwwwww :) Moral of this story. Time is precious. Don't waste it. I hope you all enjoyed 'Rewriting The Wrong'
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