I do not own any of the characters fromRomeo and Juliet: they all belong to good 'ol William Shakespeare!!
Alternate Universe Plotline: Mercutio's really a girl named Melanie, who, until a few weeks prior to this fic, had disguised herself as a boy (Mercutio) to hang out with Benvolio, who she fell for four or five years before this. She also survived her wound, and is eloping with Benvolio.
Benvolio's POV
"Mmph…"
Benvolio woke, hearing the sound of Melanie's muffled mumbling as she slept.
What's going on here? He thought to himself. Then he remembered: they were on the road, headed away from their hometown of Verona. Everyone there thought Melanie (alias Mercutio) was dead, but Benvolio knew better: she'd survived, and as she slowly recovered, they left town. Where they were headed, neither of them knew: maybe Mantua, maybe further away to Genoa, along the coast.
Suddenly, interrupting his silent musing, Melanie started squirming in her sleep. Then she suddenly cried out. He realized that she was having a nightmare from a few weeks ago, when she'd been stabbed by Tybalt. He leaned over and gently shook her by the shoulder:
"Wake up, Melanie: it's just a dream."
Melanie's POV
"Wake up, Melanie: wake up!"
Someone was shaking her by her shoulder.
"Can't… hold on… much… longer…" she mumbled, still dreaming.
Still, the other voice and shaking persisted, and eventually, she opened one eye and muttered groggily:
"Eh? Benvolio?"
"Are you all right, Melanie?" he asked anxiously.
"Oh, yeah," she said, rubbing her eyes sleepily, "totally fine! But can you not wake me up? Didn't the doctor say that rest was an important part of recovery?"
"Sorry," he murmured.
" It's all right," she yawned, snuggling close against him, "now get some rest, 'cause it's up at sunrise and down at sunset to-morrow!"