It had been one month since Ted had made it to Oats, and what a long-suffering month that had been. It seemed like Oats hated him more than anyone else at the school. Oats was always making Ted run laps of the school or telling him to carry the heavy backpacks. Very often, Corey or Alex would offer to help, but Oats would tell then Ted had to do it alone.

The only person Oats hated more than Ted was clearly Jim. Jim had been standoff-ish since the beginning and would go out of his way to challenge the Colonel. Even if it meant manual labor or 10 extra laps of the school, Jim never backed down from an opportunity to make Oats get what was coming to him.

Ted loved seeing it happen, but felt seriously bad for Jim when he received his consequences. And Jim never listened to reason, so Ted could never talk him out of it. Not that Ted really talked much anyway, since the school had drained the life out of him. On the bright side, short hair grows fast, and his shaved hair was getting longer again.

Ted, however, was excited today. Today was mail day. It happened once or twice a month, where the students were allowed to send and receive letters from home. He hoped with all his heart that he'd be hearing from Bill for the first time.

Ted, Jim, Neil, and Alex were all walking to the obstacle course type setup and already knew Oats was going to make them work for their mail. At least the course was run by a nicer soldier than Oats.

Ted strapped on his gloves and chalked up, ready to climb walls and be forced to crawl through freezing mud under wires. He met Corey at the beginning of the course, and smiled at him.

"Hey," Ted said in his usual quiet voice.

"Hey dude," Corey smiled back. It had been so long since Ted called anyone 'dude.' The school had taken even his forms of greeting away from him.

He, Corey, and Jim lined up together at the start and took off. Ted reached the huge wall first, grabbed the rope, and climbed easily over the top. He stood on the thin ledge and leapt down. His knees bent and he dropped, catching the ground and breaking off in a sprint. He heard Corey land soon after, and he was already on the next obstacle by the time Jim landed.

Something that had been incredibly hard for him at the beginning of his time, Ted was climbing the wall easily now.

As soon as he ran forward, he threw himself face first into the dirt and crawled his way underneath a long stretch of wire, using his forearms to drag his way through the cold, wet mud. His boots had almost no traction against the slick ground, so Ted was pulling his way using only his arms.

When he was free of the wires, he ran straight to the rope course and scaled the net 20 feet into the air, balancing on a steep incline as he walked his way down what was essentially a wooden plank.

The course had gotten easy, given that they have to run it 5 times a day, and Ted was undoubtedly the best in his class at getting through it. Nothing hindered him, and it was surprising. Nobody expected this slacker kid to be good at anything. Now if only he was this good at guitar...

"Ted!" Neil called, and just in time. Halfway up the wooden plank, Neil lost his balance and fell. Ted sprinted over to him in record time and managed to catch him before he hit the ground.

"How did you do that?!" Neil shouted.

Ted smiled, "I dunno, it's just natural, I guess...,"

Ted went over to Sergeant Saunders, the man watching the course, and sat down.

"Done already, Logan?"

"Yes sir,"

"How about you and I fight, then?"

Ted never had a problem fighting Saunders. Unlike Oats, Ted believed Saunders would actually stop if he got hurt.

They started off quick, and Ted landed the first punch on Saunders' jaw. Ted also dodged the next two swings and managed to get a good kick in on the Sergeant's legs.

They began to draw a crowd, mostly because Ted was untouchable. He would duck and lean back and counter every hit Saunders was throwing, and land almost every punch. When Saunders finally put a stop to the fight, he had a red, puffy eye. Ted winced.

"Sorry, sir...,"

"Not a problem, Logan. How did you learn to do that?"

Ted shrugged, "I just didn't want you to hit me."

Saunders nodded, "That's impressive, Logan, I'll give you that."

Ted smiled a little shyly now that the attention was on him, "Thanks, sir."

"Go get ready for lunch, Logan, I'll tell Oats what you did,"

Ted went into the mess hall where the huge bag of mail sat. A fire lit in his belly, and Sergeant Winter smiled.

"Ted Logan! This is for you. You're the first to come get the mail, believe it or not."

"Thanks, Sergeant Winter!" Ted took a liking to Winter; he reminded him of Bill, and Winter went easy on him.
Winter handed Ted a large yellow envelope. It was heavy.

Ted grinned and ran to one of the tables to open it. Inside was the latest Iron Maiden tape, as well as two rubber bracelets. One said "WYLD STALLYNS RULE!" and the other was from Van Halen.

Ted did a miniature fist-pump and slid the bracelets on. There were also a few small pictures in there of Bill, Deacon, and a few of Ted's friends holding up "Wyld Stallyns" signs.

There was also a small white paper folded in quarters labeled: TED THEODORE LOGAN. Ted opened it excitedly.

Hey dude!
It's most heinous here without you in San Dimas. Everyone misses you. I hope you enjoy the new Iron Maiden CD. I know you weren't able to get it when it came out, so I decided to send it to you. I also got those triumphant bracelets.
I haven't time traveled without you, and school is most bogus. I've spent most of my time writing songs for Wyld Stallyns.
Next week, though, I'm gonna be taking a trip. I'll have to send you a post card from Santa Carla!
Anyway, I'm bad at writing letters, so I hope this makes your day a bit less heinous.
Your Fellow Stallyn,
Bill S. Preston, Esq. \m/

It certainly did make his day less heinous. Ted ran back to his bed to write his response, taking a break only for dinner and to run the course again.

The first two letters sounded too deep and personal, so Ted trashed them, stuffing them in his jacket. He didn't want Bill to think Oats was that awful, even though it was.

That night, Ted was finally satisfied with the note, addressed it, and went out to the mailbox. It was dark and cold.

Suddenly, Ted was aware of someone behind him and he immediately took a fighting stance.
"Who's there?" He looked at the bushes where a shadow came into the light.

"Ted "Theodore" Logan...," said the man, "from the Wyld Stallyns..."

"Yeah, dude... and-and what do you want?"

The man who came into view was tall, with a long, brown coat, long, floppy dark hair, and a funny hat.

"Well, I'm The Doctor, and I'm here to help you save the future," he said. He had an accent in his voice.

"Did Rufus send you?"

"No. I came on my own. Now listen, we don't have much time. The future is in danger, and so is your friend, the Preston boy...,"

"Bill?" Ted's blood went cold. "What happened?

"It's a split... in the time stream. All the things that were supposed to happen didn't, all because you and Bill have split off. The time streams will never cross again. The future is doomed."

"Bogus, Doctor Dude!"

"Well, that's where I come in...,"

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