Birds chirped somewhere and water ran. The wind blew and somebody groaned. As Benvolio awoke, he realized it was him. Where am I? What's going on? What happened? Where is Tybalt? As Benvolio opened his eyes, two of the questions were answered. But the first one wasn't, a new question taking the other's stead.
All he saw was white.
"Benvolio?"
"Tybalt?" Benvolio shook his head violently, trying to find his lover. Eyesight failed him and he leaned forward, hands searching.
A hand, a smooth yet calloused hand, took his own and brought it to smooth skin. His thumb stroked plump lips before he felt them over his own. He pulled back, his eyesight still failing him, but he smiled now. He grasped Tybalt's hand tight and placed the other atop Tybalt's head, which now rested in his lap.
"Sweet Benvolio…" Came a broken reply.
"Tybalt…what happened?"
He heard a rustling as the white began to clear away, signaling Tybalt sitting back up. "A few men of mine have not heard the news of our history to be rewritten. They see you and think, 'A new way to please my Prince" Tybalt sighed, head back in Benvolio's lap.
Benvolio's blue eyes came into focus and he looked down at his lover. They sat in a darkened bed – Benvolio could only believe it to truly be Tybalt's – where Tybalt was blending in too nicely. A new agenda on Benvolio's list: bring Tybalt out of whatever darkness he may be trapped in. "Tybalt?"
"Nephew?"
The two looked to the door; Tybalt sat up, sniffling and wiping at his face. Benvolio felt guilty for not noticing Tybalt's tears. "Come in." Once more, Tybalt's voice was broken.
Montague and Capulet entered and involuntarily, Benvolio tensed. Montague frowned, looking down in guilt.
"How be you this day, young Benvolio?" Capulet spoke for his friend.
"Fine, I believe, though I will visit the doctor soon." Benvolio turned to his uncle. "Uncle, how are you?"
Montague looked up with remorse, yet forced a smile. "I seek your forgiveness and am sick and heavy with anxiety of your answer."
Benvolio smiled back naturally. "You have my forgiveness. I understand your surprise and for you to smile now, it was worth."
Smiles spread quickly and spirits rose. Capulet clamped a hand on Montague. "Come, let us to our own chambers and give lovebirds their own nest for nesting." Over his shoulder, Capulet winked. This made both the younger gentlemen blush.
As the door closed, Tybalt all but smashed his body over the sore Benvolio. The redhead laughed and groaned, but no complaint was said when Tybalt smashed his lips to Benvolio's.