I'd never had parents, as far as I, or apparently, anyone else, could remember. I'd been dropped off at an orphanage as a baby, with no leads to who may have left me there. One of the staff at the orphanage named me.

My luck thus far in life seemed to hold.

I had been in two car crashes, one killing two other occupants, I had been shot at when a madman with a gun broke into my school, I had been set on fire by a Bunsen burner in chemistry, and I almost fell out of a plane when someone opened a door mid-flight.

It was through sheer luck that I had managed to survive, so maybe my luck wasn't so bad. Or that's what I though until I'd been stabbed in the abdomen and beaten up by some muggers on the street.

I was 90% sure I was dead. So when the ambulance turned up, I was a little pissed that they were going to keep Satan waiting. Then I passed out.

Both the doctors and the paramedics were surprised that I could survive that much blood loss, but I did.

When I woke up I was in a hospital bed, mostly patched up, and almost not leaking blood. I lay back, and enjoyed the fact that I was not dead. The doctor walked in through the door leading into the private room where I'd been dropped in.

"You're damn lucky you have the NHS" The doctor chuckled as he looked through my medical history.

"I've seen 70 year olds with less stuff on their record than you." The doctor seemed like a nice guy, and after all of that I supposed I needed a bit of a laugh.

Then he paused.

"Wait, it says here that..."

Then he collapsed on the floor.

Behind him stood a large, imposing figure. He must have been about 8 feet tall, and he was dressed in what seemed like military gear. His face was just in the dark, and I couldn't make out his features.

"Great. Death's really gunning for me, isn't he?"

I didn't mean to say that allowed, but at this point I didn't even care.

"Not today" replied the figure, chuckling as he looked at the collapsed doctor on the floor.

"Don't worry he'll live. But I'm guessing your more worried about me."

He stepped out of the shadows, and into the light, revealing a modestly handsome face, and short dark hair. The man extended a hand to me, and I took it, and he grabbed tight and shook it.

"My name is Ted, and I'm your own personal guardian angel."

"Really?"

"No. But I am meant to make sure that you stay alive, though you've done an admirable job of that already."

"You're joking"

"Once again, no. You've survived the focused effort of multiple time traveling super soldiers, and in my book that's a pretty hard thing to do."

"Wait, what?" I was equal parts shocked and afraid.

"Yeah. I reckon I've got some explaining to do"

Then he explained reasonably well. I'll spare you the details, but I'm a genetically engineered human, sent back in time until the point where I can stop the bad guys from destroying the time/space continuum by killing the creator of time travel. Now, they'd just do it themselves, but there are laws about the misuse of time travel which prevents them, so they use sleeper agents, posing as normal citizens, instead. Unfortunately, time travel events can be easily detected, if you know what you're looking for, and my appearance outside an orphanage, alongside every time someone's turned up to make sure I don't die, makes it plainly obvious to everyone around that some thing's going down.

I don't pretend to understand the politics going on here, but if I don't stay alive, the whole universe may implode. Maybe, maybe not.

No pressure.