Author's Note: Happy 27th Birthday, Bill and Ted!!!

Bill and Ted woke up facing each other. They'd deny it til their dying day, but the two of them were in Bill's bed, face to face, and Ted had his arm around Bill in a very protective way, almost like even in his sleep, he feared losing his Stallyn.

Bill's mouth hung open slightly, his hand curled up under his face and his thick blond curls all messed up and sticking out.

Ted's eyes fluttered open and a small smile pulled onto his lips, causing little crinkles to form by his eyes at his sleeping bandmate.... and then he promptly jumped away from his friend and fell on the floor.

The sudden crash jerked Bill out of his sleep and he scrambled to the edge of the bed, offering his friend a hand.

"Dude! You okay?" Ted grabbed his hand and hoisted himself back onto the bed.

"Yeah man. Just startled awake," Ted mumbled, cheeks going red.

"Yeah," Bill sighed, clutching his heart with his free hand. "Me too. How'd you sleep?"

Bill had no recollection of what had happened last night. As far as he knew, Ted collapsed, they went back to Bill's house, and they slept until now.

Ted looked away, realizing it was his chance to avoid bringing up the awkward conversation from the previous night.

"Bad," he admitted. "Kept havin' nightmares, duder."

"Heinous. About what?" Bill yawned and stretched so that a thin strip of his lower abdomen showed. He grunted softly and put his hands on his head, threading his fingers into his hair. When he stopped stretching, Ted was ready to answer.

"I dunno, dude," Ted lied, "I dreamt about when we went to Hell. I dreamt about being chained up, and the Devil was there..."

The dream was half-true. He did think about Hell and death a lot more lately.

"Bogus," Bill said sadly.

Ted shrugged it off. "Let's go out for breakfast, dude. Milo's is open, and they've got some good stuff. Dunno why, I just don't wanna stay put."

Bill nodded and perked up a little.

"Sounds good, dude," he smiled, hopping off his bed and walking to his closet in his underwear. He rummaged through his clothes and pulled out a larger flannel and a pair of baggy jeans and threw them over to Ted for something to wear.

Bill turned his back on his friend and pulled off his night shirt, digging through a small heap on the ground. He sniffed the white crop top, shrugged, determined that it was clean enough, and put it on.

Ted grinned at his friend, because for a moment, everything was fine again. He shed his Led Zeppelin shirt and pulled on the flannel, buttoning it up and running his fingers through his hair as a make-shift way of brushing his hair.

The two of them slid out unnoticed, hopping into the band van, a large green van with they Wyld Stallyns logo painted on the side. Bill climbed into the driver's seat, then found his favorite red hat from the floor of the van, brushed it off, and put it on backwards.

He started the car, then gazed out the front window for a minute, pensive. He cast a sideways glance at Ted and grinned sheepishly.

"Ted," he smiled shyly, his shoulders shrugging up to his ears, "Uhh, dude... I forgot which pedal is the gas..."

Ted stifled a sad laugh, "Gas is on the right, dude."

Bill lightened the mood by turning on the radio and plastering a smile of his face.

"I need to start learning to remember, dude!" He chuckled, peeling out of the driveway and heading to town.

"I'll always help," Ted smirked, a smile working onto his face while watching his friend so happy. Ted rolled down the windows and stuck his head outside, the wind blowing steadily through his hair.

He let out a whoop and opened his mouth, like a dog enjoying the wind.

Bill rolled down his window as well, shouting the lyrics to the song playing.

"Don't need nothin' but a good time!
How can I resist?" Bill sang easily, one hand out the window.

"Ain't looking for nothin' but a good time!
And it don't get better than this!" Ted joined in, his upper body out of the car.

***

They pulled into Milo's restaurant and casually went inside. A red haired waitress took them to a small table in the back.

"How can I help you?" She asked. Ted was gazing at the menu, and Bill was gazing at her chest absently. As soon as Ted realized, he kicked Bill under the table.

"OH! Uh, um, coffee, four--no, five sugars, two creams," Bill ordered, eyes snapping up to attention.

"Hot chocolate," Ted added, not really looking from the menu yet.

After the waitress left, Bill zoned out at a small spot on the table. When he returned to the present, he had questions.

"Ted? What happened when you went to Hell?"

Ted ducked, "Uhm... I saw this robot rabbit from when I was like.... six... Y'know, I always hated robots and stuff. Getting killed by the thing I feared... heinous, dude." Ted shuddered. "What did you see?"

Bill screwed up his face in concentration, focusing very hard on the handle of his mug. He took a long drink and almost spat out the hot liquid. By the time he was done choking on it and cooling his mouth, he finally sighed.

"I... don't... know," he groaned.

"Well, uh, like I said. I'm gonna help you remember. If you ever have questions, dude, I'll try and answer."

There was silence as Bill took (and choked on) another drink of his hot coffee. He felt the caffeine rushing through him already.

"Are you gonna tell your dad?" Ted asked under his breath.

"He won't get it," Bill scuffed the ground with his feet.

"He'll start forgetting you, though," Ted's eyes were full of regret and sadness.

"That's only if Rufus fails, dude. And besides, all I need is just one person to remember me, and that'll keep me here. You're doing that for me."

Ted nodded awkwardly.

"Anything for you, dude. You saved my life."

Bill looked sad and proud at the same time.

"What can I say? You're my Stallyn, after all,"

The boys dug into their eggs and toast casually, but with questions still on their minds. The world was tense, like a ticking time bomb sat beneath their feet, but they didn't know what to do with it.

Finally, Bill tapped his knife on the table and started singing. He threw his head back in a way to lighten the mood quickly, and the words came out as he drummed with his knife, alternating lyrics with Ted, taking the opportunity to shovel food in their mouth while the other sang.

"Don't need money! Don't take fame
Don't need no credit card to ride this train!" Bill started.

"It's strong and it's sudden and it's cruel sometimes...," Ted followed suit, a grin on his face.

"But it might just save your life!" They chorused, sharing an air guitar and a laugh.

"That's the power of love! That's the pooower of loooove!" They yelled, off key. The restaurant all turned to look at them, and they took a bow.

"Thank you, Milo's restaurant! We are Wyld Stallyns!" They shouted, slapping money on the table for a tip and dancing their way out.