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It was near midnight, and Ted couldn't sleep. They been sharing a cabin for a week. There hadn't been any more bears, but Matt had walked in on Ted showering and Ted had ended up burning a hole in the sink trying to radiate the green stuff off of it. That had been a bad idea. At least the plumbing worked...sort of. Neither of them wanted to use the toilet, seeing as the green shit scared the...well, it scared the shit out of them. Fortunately, there were trees outside and he hadn't burned up the toilet paper yet. Ted rolled over in his bed, as it squeaked ominously under him.

"Hey Matt?" Ted said from the other side of the room. Matt turned over, looking at Ted. "Stay put," Ted said hopping out of bed. Grabbing the back two legs, he picked them up. Grunting a bit, he dragged the bed closer to Matt's. Matt popped up from the bed and ran towards Ted.

"Don't move for a second." Grabbing the other two legs, Matt lifted them up. Both Matt and Ted awkwardly waddled towards Matt's bed, holding Ted's. Not very daintily, they put Ted's bed on the floor. Scooting over, Matt pushed it so that the two beds were now touching. "There we go," he said, smiling. Ted was slightly worried that Matt would think it awkward, sleeping together. However, he seemed rather fine with it. Did he feel the same way Ted did himself?

"Great," Ted said, happily hopping into his bed. Matt crawled in, a bit more daintily than Ted. The two snuggled together, Matt sleeping just in pants, Ted sleeping in a shirt. Together, they had one pajama set. Ted looked at Matt's face. His eyes were already closed, asleep. Matt laid back on his bed, closing his eyes. He snuggled closer to Ted. Ted smiled, snuggling closer to Matt. Matt felt good to snuggle next to. A few minutes passed with neither of them talking or doing anything. "Matt. Are you up?" Ted asked, rather quietly.

"Yeah...why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason." Silence. Ted turned over to face Matt. "What will you do if I die?" Matt looked taken aback by this question. "I'm serious," Ted said, looking at Matt. "Sylar's after my brain. I could die any day now. After today, we'll be halfway across the country."

Matt remained silent. Ted looked at him with pleading eyes. He wanted an answer. He wanted to know what he would do. "I would mourn you," Matt said, looking at Ted. "No matter what, I'd go to your funeral. On the day of your birthday I'd wear white and on the day of your death I'd wear black. And I'd try to get you buried next to your wife." Matt looked at Ted. Both knew that Ted could die. At the moment, both knew their feelings for each other. Both knew their love. Both knew that this relationship had no chance.

"Thank you," Ted said, looking at Matt's face. "I'd like that." He scooted his head closer to Matt's and gave him a kiss. Matt blushed. He obviously wasn't expecting this. The kiss lingered for about ten seconds. It was the best ten seconds of Ted's life. Ted let go. Matt tasted somewhat like peaches. Ted liked that taste.

Matt leaned over and gave Ted a kiss in return. Ted felt like a balloon as his lips touched Matt's. He felt like he was floating. After what seemed like ages, they broke apart, both smiling at each other. They remained silent, not wanting to spoil the moment. Matt spoke first. "Good night Ted. Sleep well."

"Pfft, who said any-"

Suddenly, the door was blown off its hinges and slammed into the table. Ted sprang up, hands glowing. Matt concentrated on Ted, forming a sort of telepathic highway between them. Now Ted could read Matt's thoughts and Matt could read Ted's thoughts. It was a trick that Ted appreciated greatly. Sylar entered, looking around at the room. Ted's eyes widened as Matt gasped. No. Not him. Not now. Anything but him. Ted looked horrified. He had to protect Matt. Sylar wanted his brain, he needed to protect Matt.

"I didn't expect to see you here Matt," Sylar said, smiling that creepy smile. "No matter. I can just kill two birds with one shot."

"LEAVE MATT ALONE!" Ted roared, hands glowing fiercely. Sylar just chuckled, raising an eyebrow at Ted's outburst. "You tried to kill me before," Ted said, hands glowing. Matt looked at Ted curiously. Ted bit his lip. Matt wasn't there. How the hell could he inform him and fight at the same time? Remember when you and Bennet were going to disable the Walker project? Hanson caught me, but Sylar knocked the truck I was in over. I was almost dead, but as he started to cut my head open, I released as much radiation as I could. "You failed."

"Survive this," Sylar said, levitating the table. He threw it at Ted, who burned it. Matt had to get out of here. He didn't want Matt to die. If he died and Matt lived, it would be all right with him. Matt had a wife. He knew that Matt loved her, and she loved him. It would be all right. It knocked Sylar for a loop, but freed me from the bonds Hanson put me in. We fought, then this Japanese guy with a freaking sword randomly shows up. Sylar starts to go for him, so I run away. It would be all right.

"You'll have to do better than that," Ted said, shooting a large blast of radiation at Sylar. Without much effort, Sylar put up a telekinetic shield, blocking him from the radiation. However, Matt cried out in pain. Ted looked at him. Matt was clutching his arm, which was burned. His nose was bleeding from the strain of keeping the telepathic highway in one piece. Ted looked horrified. How could he have been so stupid? Matt. Run.

What? Matt thought in return. I can't do that. He'll kill you! He's inhumane, he's insane, he's-

DO WHAT I SAY! Ted thought-yelled, dodging a freezing blast from Sylar, but only narrowly. He felt like a mouse. The cat was playing with his food before he ate it. At that moment, Ted knew the truth. He would die. No matter what Matt did to help, he would die. He only wants my brain. If you stay around, he'll kill you also. You have a wife, a child. Please...do this for me. Ted shot another radiation blast at Sylar, who dodged it with ease.

Matt stood up, and nodded, tears forming in his eyes. I love you.

I love you too, Ted thought, smiling. "Alright Sylar," he said, nodding at Matt. "Time to meet your maker."

"We'll see about that," Sylar nonchalantly replied. Matt scooted behind Ted, dropping the telepathic highway. Suddenly, Ted felt alone. Naked. Levitating a chair up, Sylar threw it at Ted. Suddenly, Ted grew very bright. Shooting off a massive amount of energy at Sylar, Ted grinned. This was it. He would die with his boots on. Sylar raised a hand in front of his eyes as he put up another telekinetic shield. Matt knocked out a window with the remaining chair and jumped through it, running away through the woods. Good. Ted's body began to glow more, and more. Suddenly, Sylar telekinetically pinned him to the wall. Ted's glow slowly faded. Fuck.

"You've put up the best fight yet," Sylar said, pointing his index finger at Ted's forehead. "Too bad you failed."

- - - -

Matt ran. He didn't care where he was running to, he just ran. He needed to get away. It was what Ted wanted. Ted wanted him to be with his wife. Ted wanted him to be alive. What was it he promised Ted? Oh yes. He would wear white on his birthday and black on his deathday. As he ran, tears filled his eyes. He didn't even know when Ted's birthday was. He didn't know. He barely knew anything about the man he just now called his lover. Matt kept on running. He heard an explosion in the background. Who was that? Was Ted dead? Was Sylar dead? He didn't look behind him, but kept running. Tears streamed from his eyes. He smelt smoke. Something was burning? It was probably the cabin. It was probably Ted. Oh Ted...

Tripping on a rock, Matt fell to the ground. He threw out his hands to prevent him from hitting something sharp. He felt something trickle down his foot. He was bleeding. That didn't matter though. Nothing mattered now that Ted was gone. No–he wasn't gone yet. He didn't know, he didn't know. Standing up, Matt continued to run, tears clouding his vision.

He had to find civilization. He had to call Bennet. He had to call Janice. Yes...Janice. She must be worried sick about him. He had to get back to her. It was what Ted would want. Matt fell again. This time, he didn't even bother to catch himself. He just sat on the ground...crying. "Ted...Ted..." Matt muttered, through tears. He slowly stood up and continued to run, slightly slower this time. He needed to go home. For Janice. For his baby. For Ted. Yes. He needed to go home. Not caring about his bleeding feet and nose, he ran. From now on, today he would wear black. He would wear black for Ted.