Author's Note: I've decided to write the Shakespeare characters' lines in modern English because, well, I'm lazy. Plus this could easily be an alternate reality. Or something. Anyway, here it is. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or Romeo and Juliet

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Mohinder looked at Matt sceptically as the argument between the Capulet and Montague serving men quickly escalated. "So...you're saying we're stuck in the world of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet? You actually expect me to believe that?"

Matt sighed, a little frustrated. "Well, we have three options. One," he counted them off on his fingers, "we've been transported to the fictional world of Romeo and Juliet; Two, we're dreaming; or three, we've been transported to an alternate reality (or back in time, really) where the play Romeo and Juliet is real." His eyes practically sparkled. Mohinder hadn't seen him this animated since...well, for a long time anyway. "I prefer the third one, myself."

"So do I, actually." To counteract the sudden disbelief forming on Matt's face at the fact that Mohinder had just agreed with him, he added, "I don't see us having the exact same dream, do you? It seems highly unlikely."

Matt conceded he had a point and turned his attention back to the now full frontal fight between the Capulets and the Montagues. The serving men had been joined by a rather jovial man by the name of Benvolio who seemed to be trying to break up the fight.

Matt's eyes widened as another man showed up.

"Is that...?" Mohinder asked, his mouth agape.

Matt nodded slowly. "Tybalt."

"I never thought..." Mohinder began only to stop half way. He realised he was drooling a bit and wiped it away quickly. Hopefully Matt had not seen.

Matt shook his head. "Neither did I." He took a deep breath and finally said aloud what they'd both been thinking. "Tybalt's hot."

He most certainly was. Dark haired and incredibly handsome, Tybalt cut a rather impressive figure as he challenged Benvolio to a fight. He moved with an almost feline grace as he parried sword strokes.

Mohinder cleared his throat. "You know, maybe...um...maybe, you could stop them?" He tried not to look at Tybalt too long. He had the tendency to drool just a little. "With your..." He flapped his hands. "Power thingy."

Matt looked at him, a little disgusted. "My power thingy?" he said. "Oh yes, of course. I so want to change things." He realised what he'd just said. "Okay, fine, I will." He started to make his way towards the brawl and, half way there, realised that Mohinder wasn't following. "Come on, you idiot."

Towing a very reluctant Mohinder, Matt moved in between Benvolio and Tybalt and said, in a rather commanding tone Mohinder thought, "Stop."

With blinks of surprise, both men did so.

Officers, drawn to the noise, came around the corner just then and stopped short.

One of them said, slowly, "Um...down with the Capulets? Down with the...Montagues?"

His fellow officers shushed him.

Lord and Lady Capulet, followed rather quickly by Lord and Lady Montague, walked very fast around the corner (since of course, being such high nobility, they would not run). Lord Capulet stopped in the middle of the street. He'd heard the commotion and come run- uh, walking really fast since Montague might very well be there and he'd always wanted to pay him back for stealing his one true love.

"Damn," he said under his breath. His wife rolled her eyes and, looking bored, examined her nails.

"So...there's no fight?" said Lady Montague dubiously. She glared at her husband. "You interrupted us making sweet, sweet love to go to a fight that isn't even happening?"

Lord Montague went red at his wife's rather free tongue. Lord Capulet sniggered.

The Prince, along with his train who all looked slightly bewildered and tired, rounded the corner then, a stern expression suffusing his face. This wasn't entirely unusual, especially where the Capulets and the Montagues were concerned. And he'd been the middle of a very good book. They were going to pay for making such a commotion...

He saw the scene before him and stopped. Benvolio and Tybalt...were shaking hands? He shook his head slightly as though to shake off a dream but no, they were still there, shaking hands. Tybalt looked slightly pissed and Benvolio wiped his hand the instant he got it back but other than that...they had just shaken hands. A Capulet and a Montague. He looked up at the sky rather fearfully. Was the world going to end?

He cleared his throat and everyone turned towards the sound. Capulet and Montague immediately began grovelling. He ignored them and moved towards the group that included Benvolio and Tybalt.

He stopped in front of Matt and Mohinder and appraised them for a moment. Then he turned to Benvolio and Tybalt. "Who broke up this fight?"

Wordlessly both men pointed at Matt and Mohinder. The Prince bowed his head ever so slightly. An audible gasp was heard. The Prince never bowed his head!

With a slight smile the Prince said, "We are eternally grateful for your help." He laughed quietly. "It isn't often you can halt a Capulet/Montague brawl." He bowed his head again and left, followed by his now hot and bothered train.

Tybalt glared at everyone, still managing to look über-hot while doing it, and moved away, to consult with the Capulet serving men and Lord Capulet. Lady Capulet waited, examining her face in a tiny pocket looking glass.

"Benvolio!" Lord Montague exclaimed, holding out his arms. "Introduce us to your friends!"

Benvolio, looking rather shy, whispered out of the corner of his mouth, "What are your names again?"

Matt smiled and held out his hand to Lord Montague. "I'm Matt Parkman," he said. He gestured at Mohinder. "And this is Mohinder Suresh. We're sort of new in town."

Lady Montague smiled slightly. "What strange names you do have," she said and then turned to Benvolio. "Have you seen Romeo? I'm sort of glad he wasn't in this fight but...where else could he be?"

As Lord Montague, slightly alarmed at his wife's very bad manners, introduced his wife and Benvolio to the visitors, Benvolio replied, "He's been very depressed lately. Don't know why. He's been moping about down by the wood. Would you like me to go get him for something?"

Lady Montague shook her head. "No, dear, that's alright." She sighed petulantly. "I'm just worried about the boy. All he's been doing is moping around the place."

Her husband agreed. "Crying like a baby and sighing like a lover. I've asked him what's wrong but will he tell me?" he asked rhetorically. "Oh no. Not his own father. No way in hell."

Benvolio shrugged. "If we could just find out..."

A rather dreamy man appeared at the end of the street, probably (although he'd never admit it) drawn by the sudden silence after such a loud fight.

"There he is!" Benvolio said with a grin, spying his cousin.

Lord and Lady Montague skedaddled (Romeo really had been a bit of a drag) but not before he made Benvolio swear to find out what was addling his son. His nephew agreed readily.

"Mind if we tag along?" Matt asked as Mohinder tried not to stare too hard at the still present (and still über-hot) Tybalt.

Benvolio shrugged. "Sure. Maybe you'll be able to get Romeo a little spine. He's just moping because a certain lady won't give him the time of day." He shook his head in disgust.

Matt looked surprised. "But you told the Montagues you didn't know why Romeo was so depressed? Did Romeo tell you?" He cursed himself for having such a bad memory.

"No, I'm just not the idiot everyone thinks I am."

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So...? Thoughts? Suggestions? Oh my god, Tybalt's a hottie?

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