SHERLOCK POV
Sherlock is walking through the dark hallways of the hospital's basement. The lights flicker above him. Finally he stops at one of the doors. It isn't a particularly interesting door but he could find it in his sleep what with how much time he used to spend there. He thinks about just walking in but retracts his hand from the handle. Unlike with Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade he knows that Molly knows about him being alive, after all she helped him do it. However, he needs her help and the only way to get help is to be nice. He gently knocks on the door.
"Come in!" A soft voice comes from behind the door. Sherlock always found it fascinating that such a gentle and sensitive creature like Molly would work with death, day in and day out.
He pushes down the handle and takes a step inside. As he does so Molly looks up and Sherlock sees her face turn from happy to surprised.
"Sherlock, you're back! What are you doing in London?" She asks.
"Well where else would I go?"
"I thought the point of your death was to avoid London and get rid of Moriarty." She replies.
"I dismantled his network. And London's my home."
"Have you gone to John yet?"
He's about to reply, his mouth open and ready but he shuts it closed.
"Sherlock..." She says.
"That's why I'm here." He says.
Molly frowns and finally puts down her instruments ready to listen fully.
"I wasn't planning on telling him but, well, I'm being bullied into it." He says crossing his arms and pouting like a little child.
"Bullied? By your brother?"
"Well him, Mrs. Hudson, and the detective inspector."
Her face falls. Sherlock isn't sure if it can go any lower.
"Greg knows?" She asks quietly.
"He found out two days ago."
"That explains a lot." She mutters.
"Wait...why are you here again?"
Sherlock takes a deep breath. He isn't one to go around begging for help but he was lost and out of all the things he could mess up his friendship with John was one of those he didn't want to.
"I need your help telling John." He says quietly looking at a green beaker. He can see her face light up again.
"I hope you don't expect me to tell him." She says at first.
He's tempted to say yes.
"I need to find a way that's best. If that means someone else telling him then yes. I don't know if I should write him a letter or tell him in person. What if he has a heart attack? Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade barely managed." He says.
"I'll help you Sherlock, John's my friend too. I don't think telling him through a letter would be enough. You have to tell him in person." She says.
Sherlock was afraid of that.
"But how?"
"In the end, no matter how much you plan in advance, it won't go the way you plan it to."
"I can prepare for different reactions."
"This isn't a formula Sherlock. This is...Just..." She doesn't finish and sighs instead. Sherlock isn't sure what she is trying to say.
"Should I pretend like nothing happened?"
"No!" She nearly yells taking Sherlock aback.
"I can maybe set up a meeting between me and him somewhere. And instead of him meeting me he'll meet you?" She says it like she's unsure of herself. He's glad he isn't the only one feeling unsure. It's a very unsettling feeling.
Sherlock rides back to his apartment and stares out of the window for the better part of the night. He doesn't stare at anything in particular, mostly just breathes the air. He has one day to prepare for what he is going to say to John before he actually has to do it. He has one day to figure out if he wants to back out or not. He has one day to prepare for having his life finally crumble to pieces.