Disclaimer: I don't own Ted, Matt or Bennet. Unfortnatly.

To Mr. Sprague and Mr Parkman. Ted–Peter Petrelli now has your power. If you two meet up, then both of your reactions to each other would be disastrous. Peter and my daughter Claire are in a house in a small city in Nebraska. You two gentleman will stay in a cabin in a Pennsylvania forest. DON'T ATTRACT ATTENTION. Ted escaped from Sylar one time, but rest assured he'll be after you again. Bennet. P.S. The bears might be cranky–subdivisions have been popping up everywhere.

"Wow, that's helpful," Matt muttered as he trekked through the woods, looking at Bennet's letter to them. The bears might be cranky. He hated bears. He never liked them at the zoo, he didn't like them in the wild, he didn't like them PERIOD. He was cranky. Very cranky. The thought of spending god-knows-how-long in a cabin was the main source of his crankiness. "I hate this."

"Hey, at least you're with me," Ted said smiling somewhat seductively. Matt's face started to turn red. Why did Ted do things like that? They were friends. During their crazy cross-country trip to New York, the two had bonded. Before they hated each other, now they were practically friends. Just friends. "Better me than...Peter Petrelli. Who the hell is he?" Ted said, looking at Matt.

"Beats me," Matt said, shrugging. "Claire's boyfriend or something." He honestly didn't know at all. It seemed that Bennet operated on two different levels. One level was the Matt and Ted level, while the other half involved Claire and this Petrelli fellow. He looked at a map. "It should be right up ahead," Matt said, looking up. Indeed, there was a cabin there. It might be the fact that they were far away, but it looked really small.

"Whoo-hoo," Ted muttered. The two trekked towards the cabin. As they got closer, both of their expressions changed to disgust. "Christ," Ted said, frowning. The cabin looked like nobody lived in it for a good while. A window was broken, and the door was open. There were paw prints leading up to the door.

"Oh shit," Matt said, sighing. He walked up to the window and peered in it. Matt bit his lip and swore under his breath. Not here, not now. "Ted? There's a goddamn bear in our cabin." Ted ran up towards the window and peered in it also.

"Okay, I'll go nuke it," Ted said, hands starting to glow. He smiled deviously. Matt sighed. He just wanted something to nuke.

"Hold it," Matt said, frowning. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the bear. It was sleeping...it didn't want to be hurt. The bulldozers scared it. They destroyed its home. All it wanted was peace. Matt looked further in the window. The bear was asleep on a rug. It wasn't a big bear, just medium-sized. A mouse ran by, almost under the bear's nose. "Yeah. Go nuke it. But be careful."

"Going to fucking murder Glasses," Ted muttered, hands glowing. He stormed into the cabin. Matt peered in the room, concentrating on the bear and it's thoughts. Matt's face squinched up in a Hiro-esque manner as he telepathically tried to shoo the bear away, make it go to bed, anything to make it get out and not hurt Ted. The bear suddenly shot up, as Ted applied a glowing hand to the bear's backside. It roared. Matt, still trying to fuck up the bear thought-wise, paid little attention to Ted's heroic battle. After a few moments, the bear ran out.

"Ted?" Matt said, sticking his head in the doorway. "Are you alright?"

"GET THE FUCKING NEOSPORIN."

- - - -

Matt bit his lip as he applied another bandage to Ted's body. "Stop crying!" Matt said sighing. He squirted out some more Neosporin and rubbed it on a wound. The bear didn't cause many wounds...oh hell, it caused many wounds, even with Matt trying to telepathically sedate it. Fortunately, none of the wounds were that deep.

"I'm not crying," Ted said, as another tear ran down his face. He squinched up his face harder, gripping the sheets of the bed he was sitting on. "Don't touch that there!"

"I can't apply the Neosporin if you keep on squirming!" Matt said, frowning. Ted came in there, charging like a bull. An irate radioactive bull. Of course a bear would be pissed. "And stop glowing!"

"Sorry!" Ted said, as his glow faded. Matt looked at Ted, sighing.

"That was very brave of you," Matt said, smiling. He squeezed the last of the Neosporin out of the tube and rubbed it on Ted's cheek. Ted's face was red, either from crying, from the kiss or from fighting the bear. "I'm glad you're here," Matt said, putting a hand on Ted's cheek. "Thank you for attacking the fucking bear."

"We're going to kill that thing and make a goddamn rug out of it," Ted said, obviously pissed off that he was crying. Matt could tell because his scowl had gotten deeper and more pronounced. Lately, he had started to pick up on Ted's little quirks. Both looked into each others eyes for a moment. Ted sighed, then stood up. He stretched towards the ceiling. "Is there a bathroom in this place? Any sort of plumbing at all?"

Matt stood up from his chair, looking around. He just now realized what a hellhole the camp was. Cobwebs adorned the window, everything had a permanent layer of dust on it, and what little furniture (a table, two chairs and two beds) there was looked like it would break at any moment. Matt walked around the cabin, looking for the bathroom. This wasn't a cabin. It was a decrepit room.

"Found it," Ted said, somewhat disgustedly. He stuck his head out of a doorway and flagged Matt over. His face looked like he was going to vomit. Matt hurried over. If anything was dead in that bathroom, he would strangle Bennet. Come to think of it, he would strangle Bennet for putting him in this hellhole in the first place.

"Oh god," Matt said, his face mimicking Ted's. The curtain-less shower was the safest looking thing in the bathroom, and even it was covered in dust and had a rusty showerhead. The sink had something green in it. Ted's hands glowed. Whatever it is, a good dose of radiation will kill it, he thought. "Probably not," Matt said looking closer at the sink. Ted glared at him. "Sorry," Matt muttered. It probably still creeped Ted out when he responded to his thoughts. He turned his attention back to the sink. The 'hot' knob had fallen off. He didn't know what the hell the green shit was, even from a close angle. There was something green growing in the toilet bowl also. The toilet had a rusted handle and looked ready to break any moment.

"Jesus Christ," Matt muttered, staring at the ceiling. There was a suspicious wet spot on it. He didn't want to know, he didn't want to know.

- - - -

Ted rolled around in the sheets. He was asleep and dreaming. "No..." he muttered under his breath. He broke out into a sweat. Obviously, it was a nightmare. "No...Sylar...Sylar...Matt...run." He tensed up in the sheets. Suddenly Ted sprang up, breathing heavily. It was a dream, it was a dream. Ever since that night in New York, he had been tense. The thought of a madman wanting your brain can do that to you. He agreed to go on this trip to relax. He wanted to relax. He needed to relax. With all this pent-up confusion, anger, and fear he could explode. And that was never good. Ted looked over at Matt, sleeping soundly. Of course, that was another reason for this crazy camping trip. He wanted to be with Matt. He had overheard Matt telling Bennet that he would go home soon. Go home to his wife. Escape this madness. Ted was jealous of her, and he had never met her before. He wanted Matt for himself. Ted chuckled, looking up at the ceiling. He sounded like a jealous mistress. Like a lover. Was he one? Settling back on his bed, he concentrated on sleep.