Disclaimer: Don't own anybody/anything-they all belong to Tim Kring. DAMMIT!
"HEY! Wake up dammit!" Matt opened his eyes to a scruffy face, covered in brown hair. Oh. It was Ted. "Come on. We better go get breakfast before Glasses wakes up." Ted rolled his eyes.
Matt kicked off the covers, and then stood up. He felt Ted's eyes on his chest. He really needed to start sleeping with a shirt on. Matt sighed, staring at himself in the mirror. Ugh. He had the worst kind of bed-head. He looked over at his 'suitcase', also known as a plastic bag where a toothbrush he took from the front desk and some shampoo, free-sample size, lay along with another change of clothes, courtesy a Wal-Mart.
"Move it," Ted said, idly looking at the ceiling. In about five minutes Matt had gotten dressed. He zipped up his pants. Ted better not have watched. He might have to telepathically torture him. No...that honor was reserved for Bennet. One thing that Matt and Ted could bond on-they both couldn't stand Bennet.
"Lead the way," Matt said, opening the door. Both men shot glares at each other-Matt was mad for being woken up so rudely, Ted was mad that Matt took so long. They walked on the concrete in silence, each in their own thoughts. As if for curiosity, Matt turned his telepathy on. What was Ted thinking?
Ergh. I'm never sleeping with Bennet again. That bastard KICKS. I thought the bed would be better than the floor, but nooo. I wonder if Parkman would have shared his bed...he looked pretty damn comfy.
Matt turned the telepathy off. He probably would have shared, if Ted had asked. He didn't mind sharing. The two entered the lobby, then the breakfast room both silent.
"Whoo-hoo," Ted muttered, looking around the breakfast room. There was just an old lady there, who looked completly out of reality. Cheap elevator music was playing in the background. Ted made a beeline for the cereal.
Matt sighed, looking at the meager offerings of the "continental breakfast". Really, since when was three different kinds of cereal, frozen milk, and some bread a continental breakfast? Still, they couldn't afford much. It was a long way to New York and the savings of a cop turned bodyguard, a ordinary man on the run from his work, a suspected terrorist on the run couldn't hold out for much long. They rented a hotel room in some dump. Some cheap, cheap dump. Him, Ted and...and what's his name. Horn-rimmed glasses. Mr. Bennet. The guy who was still asleep.
"Wow," Ted said, looking at the cereal. "So, Coco Puffs, Fruit Loops or some sort of thing with marshmallows?"
"All look pretty bad," Matt said, frowning. "I'll have some toast." Opening the bread, he looked around. Come on. They HAD to have a toaster. Every hotel had a toaster. He moved the cereal dispensers out of the way. Where was that thing?
"Here," Ted said, grabbing the bread Matt was holding. He concentrated on the bread. Matt watched as Ted's hand glowed faintly. Withen seconds, the bread was a light brown. "Here you go," he said, handing the bread to Matt. An awkward silence preceded as Matt stared at the toast and Ted stared at Matt. "Well? Eat it!"
"You emit radiation," Matt said, his eyes moving from the toast to Ted. It looked really good. Still, his mind kept on nagging him. "I can't eat this, it'll give me cancer."
"No it won't."
"Yes it will."
"No it wont!"
"Ted, I'm not eating this."
Ted frowned. "Well fine then! I try to help and make the toast for you-I didn't even nuke all that hard! I tried to keep my radiation to a low. But no. It'll give you cancer." Ted threw his hands up in the air, which were glowing now. "My toast apparently isn't good enough for Parkman."
Matt's eyes widened. The last thing they needed was Ted to explode the hotel, however bad it was. "Hey, hey, calm down." He placed a hand on Ted's shoulder. It was starting to heat up. "Calm down Ted. Calm down. There are people here-we don't want them to get hurt." Ted took a few deep breaths, as his hands returned to normal.
"Will you eat it?" he asked, looking at Matt. Matt looked at the toast, then looked at Ted. Sighing, he took a large bite of the bread. As he chewed, his face went through a series of expressions. He took another bite.
"It's good," Matt said, through a mouthful of bread. A small smile crept on Ted's face, then was kicked out by his typical scowl. In about a minute Matt finished the toast. "Great job. I didn't know you could cook."
"I can't," Ted replied bluntly. "Still...thanks."
Matt perked up. A thank you from Ted? Well that was pretty rare. "Your welcome." Another awkward silence ensued. Matt hated these. Him and Ted had been through so much. After both being marked by the company, going to blow up the Bennet's house, captured by the company, and then escaping from it, they were practically brothers now. At least...that's what Matt thought. His wife had been pushed to the back of his mind nowadays and Ted's wife died..."Why don't you smile more?" Matt blurted out. Oh Christ. If Ted started to glow again...
"What is there to smile at?" Ted said leaning against the wall. "My wife is dead, I'm a suspected terrorist, and I can explode at any moment." He scowled, looking up at the ceiling. "The only thing that I can smile at is you, and even you wear on my nerves most of the time."
"I love you too," Matt sarcastically said, playing with a fork. Awkward silences were becoming all too common with these two. "So, how should we wake up Bennet today?"
"Oh I have the perfect idea," Ted said, smiling evilly. "Just give me that carton of milk."