Author's Note: Another chapter. Boy hokey, this one was a long time coming.

Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or Romeo and Juliet

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Paris was waiting rather impatiently at Lord Capulet's house when he and his wife finally arrived. "Have you thought about what I asked?" he demanding after a bored Lady Capulet left to do something far more interesting than watch her husband toy with a perfectly nice (if slightly boring) man.

Lord Capulet raised a quizzical eyebrow. "Aren't you going to ask about the brawl?"

Paris sighed. "I heard that it was averted. So?" he added. "Have you?"

Lord Capulet nodded regally. The only person he ever affected this attitude around was Paris. Everyone else had seen him do something stupid and/or embarrassing at one time or another. "I have." He added as Paris looked eager, "However, although I would be happy to have you as a son-in-law, I simply cannot give away my daughter at such a young age! She is not fourteen..."

"Many women who are now blissfully happy have been married at that age," Paris said eagerly, wanting the answer he craved.

Lord Capulet found this hard to believe. His wife had been married at fourteen. Look how she'd turned out, the sour puss... "That as may be but you will still need her permission. I can only do so much. The rest is up to her." He smiled magnanimously. "We're having a feast tonight. Why don't you join us? There you can woo her to your heart's content. I'm sure in next to no time she will agree to be your bride."

He bid a happier Paris goodbye and got to work arranging the feast (that is, he ordered his servants to do most of the arranging while he occasionally shouted instructions at them). He gave a list to one of his serving men and told him to invite the people on it to the feast.

Meanwhile Tybalt was showing an awestruck Mohinder around Verona. Mohinder, however, barely took any notice of the architecture brought to his attention; he was far too involved in staring at Tybalt. And it didn't matter if said person was facing him or not – either view was fine with Mohinder. Sometimes he did not understand himself.

"Okay," Tybalt said, stopping them just before they entered the Capulet residence. His tone had a hint of laughter to it. "Would you stop doing that?"

Mohinder immediately looked guilty. He'd never been very good at poker, no matter how many times Matt had tried to teach him. "Stop doing what?"

Tybalt smiled. "Stop undressing me with your eyes. It's very distracting." He laughed outright at Mohinder's mortified expression. "Don't get me wrong, it's quite refreshing. It's just..." He lowered his voice. "I don't think my uncle will like it very much. He's weird like that."

"Oh." Mohinder, for some inexplicable reason, felt much better. Even so he decided to change the subject. No need to embarrass himself further. "Do you really believe in this whole Capulet/Montague feud?"

Tybalt's expression darkened. Mohinder belatedly realised that maybe that wasn't the greatest subject he could have chosen.

"Yes, I do," Tybalt said, his voice cold, as the Capulet servants hurried purposely around them. They had, by now, moved into the entrance hall. A staircase before them led up into the recesses of the house. "Most, if not all, Montagues are ninnies."

Mohinder raised an eyebrow. "Ninnies? That's the best you can come up with?"

Tybalt grinned. "Well, I've been spending most of my energy today trying to show Verona to a man who will not stop staring hungrily at me. Can you blame me?"

Mohinder laughed, his cheeks reddening slightly. Not that anyone would have noticed, thank god. "No, I suppose not."

Matt, meanwhile, was having a rather deep conversation with Romeo about the merits of loving a beautiful woman from afar while simultaneously harbouring a much closer love of someone completely inappropriate when Lord Capulet's serving man came upon them, scratching his head something fierce. Why had he never learnt to read? Why?

"Good evening," he said to Matt, Romeo and Benvolio (who'd been getting pretty bored, let me tell you – he really had nothing to contribute to their fascinating conversation) even though they were obviously preoccupied. Benvolio assumed this was because they looked respectable. He glanced around. Yes, certainly the most respectable people on the streets right now. "I pray, sir, can you read?"

Romeo sighed, reverting almost instinctively to his previous state. "Yes, mine own fortune in my misery."

The serving man (Liam was his name) gave him an awkward look. "That's...great, sir. I pray, can you read this?" He presented the list to Romeo, who took it and read it out loud. " 'Signor Martino and his wife and daughters; County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; The lady widow of Utruvio; Signor Placentio and his lovely nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; Mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece Rosaline, and Livia; Signor Valentio and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio and lively Helena.' A fair assembly. Where are they going?"

"To my master's house for a feast," Liam said, deciding not to beat around the bush, which was his usual past time around people such as these. Hopefully they weren't Montagues...

"Who is your master?" Benvolio asked, finally getting a word in and hoping Romeo had not noticed that Rosaline's name had been on the list, although that would be just a little too much to hope for considering he'd just read the list. Even Romeo wasn't that stupid.

"The great rich Capulet," Liam said proudly. He added before he left to finally complete his task, just to be sure, "And if you are not those dreaded Montagues I'm sure you'll be welcome if you make an appearance at the feast."

Benvolio decided then as they watched Liam disappear that he would put his little plan into action. Before Romeo could begin to look dreamy about the mere mention of Rosaline's name, he said, "At this feast not only will the fair Rosaline be in attendance but so will many other beauteous ladies. Go, and compare her face to these beauties and I swear you'll think your swan a crow."

Romeo laughed and was about to refute the very idea when Matt interrupted with, "I didn't know Mercutio had a brother."

Romeo blinked. "Yeah. Hey, you know Mercutio?"

Oops. Uh...what should he say? Come on, brain, think! He settled for a shrug and some of the truth. "Not really. Only by reputation."

Benvolio grinned wickedly at that. "Oh yes, the man does have a reputation."

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Well. Next chapter: Mercutio! Yay! And Lady Capulet will finally have some lines!

I wonder if anyone will guess who Matt and Romeo were having a deep conversation about. Hmm...

Review please.