If there was one thing Tim was expecting to find in the middle of the apocalypse, it was not James.

Tim had just announced that the hallway was clear when he came face to face with a gun. Tim slowly raised his hands, trying to see the person holding the gun.

Holy fuck

Tim’s heart skipped a beat as James’ gun slowley lowerd, his scowl melting off his face.

“Tim?” James asked softly

Tim hugged him before responding, shoving his face into James shoulder. They sat there in silence, sniffles filling the room before Tim took a step back.

“But the, L.A, I thought-“ Tim started

James shook his head, a slight smile on the edge of his lips “no, i dunno, i found a group, we made it”

“Holy shit”

“I know. How about you though? You’re fine? Your family?”

“Yeah, no we’re all good” Tim nodded, still watching him in awe

“Everyone? Sam, Max, Jesse? Nick?”

“Yeah no we’re all-“ Tim was cut off as a worried voice shouted

“Tim! Tim are you okay?” Tim’s brother, Nick, said carefully as he slowly walked towards the room

“Yeah!” Tim shouted, smiling “yeah, c’mere, youll never guess who the fuck i found!”

Nick slowly came into view as James smiled softly. Nick dropped his gun, staring at him

“No way”

“Nick Grey, as i live and breath” James was smiling, almost to himself

Nick stared at him, silence filling the air. He couldn’t look away. He needed to remind himself of everything.

“You ok?” Tim chuckled, watching his brother

Nick nodded, still unable to take his eyes off of him.

“God you’re weird” Tim shook his head. He threw his arm over James’ shoulder and led him out the room “c’mon, everyone’ll love to see you”

Nick stayed put for a moment, watching as they left the room.

James was alive.