five had more problems on his hands than he could count. they were supposed to be back in 2019, their original timeline and here they were replaced by 6 none of the wiser morons and an asshole version of ben.

they had retreated to the hotel nearby but that only solved one minute problem. you were still off jamie’s spit poison and zooming all over the place. you were really living up to nickname zip.

sure, you were no longer under the impression that you were preparing for apocalypse, zipping off to gather another person to save, but the adrenaline was driving both you and him mad. luckily he had you settled in the room, but you needed something to get you back stable. “that’s it. focus on me, zip. if you could stay still we’ll get you some food.” he said calmly and slowly as if he was talking to a child.