Chapter 4
Soon, Mordecai lifted his head, staring at Bensons lifeless body through blurred vision. Letting a slow sigh escape, he blinked, the tears spilling down his cheeks and splashing in the couch. He rested a shaking hand on Bensons metal arm, the familiar touch of cold creeping through his palm to his entire body. Looking at Bensons face, he swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes flickering to the stairs for any movement of one of the guys having crept downstairs and spying on him.
No one. Mordecai smiled briefly, then fixed his gaze on Benson, who lay with his eyes closed as if he were asleep. He had hoped something had sparked in the first few seconds but he had to wait a few more minutes for his brain to come up with a plan. When tears began to spill down his cheeks, his brain suddenly clicked, and he gasped.
Taking his hand off Bensons arm and turning his body a sharp right, he smiled and raced to the stairs, where he ran up and burst into him and Rigby's room.
He soon appeared downstairs again. Standing by the couch, his eyes hovered over Benson as his mind processed what had happened, what he was doing, and what he was about to do.
His shaking fingers fumbled with the small time machine in his hands, trying desperately to find the red button. When he finally had a good enough grip, he tore his eyes from his boss and onto the metal time machine, where 3 numbers glowed a bright green at him.
21.6.12.
Mordecai pressed the red button again, this time showing the time, the present time.
8:15am.
He choked back a sob as the "what would be happening now" ran through his mind. The gang would be on the steps, listening to their boss list their jobs for the day. Wiping the tears away with one hand, he gritted his teeth and punched in the correct digits, pressing the red button to go to the date. When he had rolled through the correct day, he looked up at Benson, more tears threatening to come.
"Don't worry Benson. I'm gonna save you."
He pressed the red button one last time with a shaking finger, and a bright light shone around him. He narrowed his eyes against the light, holding up a hand to shield his eyes. Bensons body drifted in and out of focus, till it was nothing more than an outline, then gone.
Mordecai clutched the time machine and bowed his head, letting the white light engulf him. His eyes shut tight.
Sorry I'm going in and out of present to past tense. From now, I'm switching to past.