Reincarnation:

Part 5

A/n: Here's the next chapter. And I still don't own it. More Slash-y goodness.

Ron, Ben and Mercutio were walking down the street towards the Corwin house.

"And just WHAT are we going to tell Tybalt, huh?" Ron asked.

"Why NOTHING, of course. Mercutio was INVITED, and it's a given that I'd be with him. You won't be noticed. Besides, Mercutio could always cause a distraction or something if you DO get caught." Mercutio raised an eyebrow.

"And just what sort of distraction would that be?"

"Oh, I don't KNOW. Grope Tybalt or something. I'm sure you wouldn't mind." Ben managed to keep the bitterness out of his voice.

"I'm not going to dance tonight, you know." Ron said, trying to at least keep some dignity. He failed.

Mercutio grinned. "Even if you dance with me?"

"You're made for dancing. I'm not. I'd just slow you down. My soul's to heavy."

"Then borrow the Wings of Cupid. He probably won't mind."

"No. I've been struck with his arrows. I can't fly at all."

Ben interrupted them. "I always felt that love could make you fly, really wanted to." Mercutio grinned and shoved him playfully.

"You hopeless Romantic, you! And Ronnie-kins, you should let love be burden. It's a tender feeling, not a heavy one."

"No it's not. It's rough and will cut you. Like lots of thorns...." Here Mercutio grinned wickedly. Ben sighed. He'd seen THAT look before. Here it comes....

"If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
Give me a case to put my visage in:
A visor for a visor! what care I
What curious eye doth quote deformities?
Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me." Mercutio hollered. Ron groaned.

"Dangit, Mercutio. That gets REALLY annoying. And you can't make me dance. I'm just gonna watch."

"Bah! Now lets go. We're wasting time." They continued walking.

"I had a dream last night, you know." Ron said. Mercutio looked at Ben briefly, before saying

"And so did I".

"What was yours, Mercutio?"

"That dreamers often lie!" Mercutio grinned. Ron rolled his eyes, but played along anyway, knowing Mercutio would continue on this tangent even if he didn't.

"Well, YEAH. When they're ASLEEP." Mercutio winked to Ben before starting.

"O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;
Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
The traces of the smallest spider's web,
The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,
Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,
Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
Not so big as a round little worm
Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight,
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,
O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail
Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep,
Then dreams, he of another benefice:
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
That plats the manes of horses in the night,
And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage:
This is she—"

Ben nudged Mercutio hard in the ribs, just as Ron hissed.

"Shut up! You're talking nonsense!"

"Of course. I'm talking about dreams, you great dolt."

"Come on, you idiots. If we don't hurry, we'll get there too late." Ben said.

"No. Too early. I think something bad is going to happen." Mercutio looked at Ron searchingly a moment, before shaking his head. The continued their walk.

They knocked on the door. Ron hid, and Tybalt opened the door. That second, Mercutio pulled Tybalt into a kiss. Ron slid inside, past Tybalt's body. Ben looked away, a stabbing sensation in his chest. Tybalt pulled away and decked Mercutio across the jaw before turning around and going back inside.