Scott walked in. He took one look at Jeff and walked out again. "I knew it" He muttered before leaving.

(Disclaimer: I don't own Shakespeare or any of his works, although I did visit his birthplace once.)

Jeff looked from Matt to Lita to Scott to Lita to Matt to Lisseth. "I can explain?" He cringed.

The door opened and in walked a young boy, short brown spiked hair. He looked at Jeff through his silvered glasses and laughed, "you are a sad nutter."

He gave Lisseth a 20-dollar note. She shook her head at him and he put it away.

"No, the look on his face was worth it all." Lisseth collected Butcher and walked out snatching her silvered sunglasses on the way. The child picked up Banshee who lay in his arms purring and tried to follow Lisseth.

"Wait, wait. Who are you?" Jeff stared at the kid wondering what kind of person he must be for Banshee to be so bashful.

The kid lowered his glasses with his left hand. He looked at Jeff through one brown eye and one green eye, " I'm Hiro. I'm Lisseth's brother."

Jeff shuddered, "oh God there's more than one. Help us all."

Lita started to laugh again, "Um Jeff… do you want pants?"

Jeff tried not to look directly at her, "yeah, pants would be great."

When no one moved, Matt came up with a suggestion, "how about we go outside and you put some pants on. And then you can explain the sight that greeted me when you walked in."

"Works for me." Lita made a beeline for the door.

Jeff nodded, "No one'll hear about this right?"

"Well that depends," Matt patted his younger brother on the back, "how good is this explanation going to be?"

Jeff sighed, "50 bucks?"

Matt rubbed his chin, "Well, I don't know… it might slip out if I get drunk enough."

Jeff glared at him, "50 is the final offer. Take it or…"

"Sold!" Matt seized Jeff's wallet and fished out a couple of bills before exiting.

Jeff cleaned up the room, pulled on his jeans and ten embarrassing minutes later both his brother and his brother's girlfriend were trying to stifle their own laughter.

"She dared you to jump off the building naked. So you did, and the only thing you could think of to hide yourself was a coconut," Lita laughed, "something you feel like sharing Jeff?"

Jeff's brow crinkled, "meaning what?"

Matt nudged him, "not getting any little bro?"

"F*ck you! Do you have any idea what she's put me through? What are you doing here anyway!" Jeff lost his temper.

Matt put hands on his little brother's shoulders and pushed him back to his seat angrily, "cool your jet's Jeffrey. We just stopped by 'cos we had some spare time sorry for the inconvenience."

Matt walked away from the table, Lita patted Jeff on the head, "bye Jeff." She ran after Matt and they walked hand in hand to the car park where Matt revved the engine of his car loudly and screeched away.

Jeff was so angry he couldn't think straight. He hadn't been as pissed off as this since his dad told him that his mom was dying. He marched himself back up to room 212 and shut himself in.

Lisseth saw her brother safely on the bus home and walked back to the room. There was a crowd gathered around the door, they seemed worried. That Hardy boy must have finally ended it. She knew he couldn't cut it in the real world. The world without writer's and camera's.

The boys of the frat house didn't move when they saw her coming up the stairs. That was not a good sign.

There was smoke coming from under the door. That sign wasn't any better.

"Is it open?" Lisseth eyed one of the slack jawed gawkers at the door. Upon receiving no answer she reached for the door knob and fire blazed out of the room. She raised one eyebrow, "back draught. No one open this door."

Scott hit her in the back of the leg with one of his crutches, "he's still in there you have to help him."

Lisseth picked up the crutch and swung it in his general direction," I don't have to do anything. This is not my problem."

Scott started bashing the flames that were creeping out from under the door with the remaining crutch which only succeeding in burning it.

Fish had a fire extinguisher and he obviously didn't know how to use it. In drawing the pin from the top he had tripped over it not once but twice and smacked himself in the face with positively devastating results.

Lisseth rolled her eyes at their incompetence she seized the fire extinguisher from Fish before it could do any more damage and hurled it down the stairs without a second thought.

"IDIOTS! You can't use a water-filled extinguisher. It might be an electrical fire. And you can't use the carbon one either." She yelled as Scott hobbled off down the stairs.

He turned around, "why not?"

"If it's a paper fire it might blow the ashes backwards and cause more damage. Don't you know anything between the pair of you?"

Answered by blank stares, she took another look around and seized a curious onlooker by the seat of his pants, "go down the stairs and climb up the tree outside the window of this room. I want you to look into the room and tell me WHAT…IS…ON…FIRE! Do you understand?"

The frightened male took to his heels as soon as his feet hit the floor and bolted out of the frat house.

"He's not coming back," Scott voiced. He turned to meet Lisseth's icy stare, "I wouldn't."

She leaned real close, "you don't have that option."

The scared young man ran back in as quick as he had run out.

Lisseth turned upon hearing the approaching footsteps, "what's burning?"

This boy looked even more scared now. He shrank away from her voice.

"What's burning? Is it books? Clothes? That Hardy boy? What is on fire?"

He looked kind of embarrassed, "the door."

Lisseth lowered her glasses, "what?"

"The door is on fire." He said it louder now.

Lisseth pushed her sunglasses back on she straightened her shoulders, "of course it is. He can't burn normal stuff like paper or clothes. He has to burn the goddamned door!"

Lisseth picked up a chair and charged the door with it. The door offered very little resistance, in fact it swung open to reveal…

absolutely nothing Lisseth stepped inside and closed the door before any of the gathered crowds could reassemble and swarm inside to put out the fire and question the only suspect. No Lisseth, herself wanted to do that.

"Are you insane? What is your fucking problem? What would burning the door down solve? Are you unhappy here? I'm sure your adoring public would be more than happy to have you back… why don't you just give up, pack your bags and go home."

Jeff looked up at her properly for the first time since he'd arrived, "because then you'd win. And you'd like that wouldn't you. Then your reputation would stay in tact. Oh there goes Lisseth she scared away everyone even Jeff Hardy. No if I leave now you'd win and I won't let that happen. Good night." Jeff rolled over on his bed and lay there waiting for the sound of something heavy colliding with his own skull.

Instead he heard, "rriiight, well. The first mistake is I don't scare everyone off. They just leave. Second, I wouldn't win cos I'd just get someone new as a room mate and finally it's 2:30 and you have a class now so you can't say good night to anyone."

"Shit!" Jeff bolted down the stairs with his art books in his arms and his assessment pieces under his arms. He collided with some guy at the bottom of the stairs, the guy squawked and dropped all his art books and his assessment pieces.

"Sorry, I really am." The guy began to apologize. Jeff picked up his stuff and helped the other guy to organize his stuff.

"No that's cool I needed the wake up call. I'm…"

"Lisseth's roomie. I know she damn near threw me down the stairs when you set the room on fire. I'm Evan."

"Sorry. My name's Jeff. Looks like we're in the same class. And we're both very late." The pair of them ran to class and got there late, out of breath and in time to receive an extra assignment.

After the class Jeff and Evan stopped off for lunch, talking about how Lisseth was ruining their lives.

"So how did you get away from that hideous beast." Jeff jumped off the seat he had placed his books on.

Evan looked at the ground, "I kicked her cat. She belted me in the face she knocked two teeth out. I was one of the lucky ones."

Jeff laughed, "yeah I've heard something like that. So what do you do for fun around here?"

Evan raised an eyebrow, "what you mean apart from the alpha alpha alpha girls? Um… I'm in the Shakespeare appreciation and preservation society. We're rehearsing King Lear at the moment."

Jeff mimed yawning, "riveting what else?"

Evan shoved him off the bench, "it's a lot more interesting than you think. This play has everything; murder, insanity, love triangles involving sisters." He laughed noting Jeff's sudden interest, "and we're always looking for extras and servants."

Jeff picked himself up off the ground and his books off the bench, "really, why? I mean if this play is as interesting as it's supposed to be surely there'd be dozens of eager young space cadets." He stood in mock salute.

Evan picked up his books, "that's not funny, Jeff. Besides it's not the play that's the problem it's one of the actresses. She gets a little… carried away. Like last year when she played Lady Capulet, the scene called for Lord Capulet to step in and stop the fighting between Tybalt and Romeo. Well… Lady Capulet picked up a nearby 'servant' and hurled him off the stage. Anyway this year she's playing Regan, the daughter of King Lear, well, one of them. And she has to stab some anonymous servant to death and I don't know what she'll do." Evan drew a long awaited breath, "and that's why I can't get anyone to play the part."

"I'll do it." Jeff shrugged, he started walking back to the frat house.

Evan struggled to catch up with him, "WHAT?! Really you will."

"Yeah sure, it can't be anything like sharing a room with Lisseth, can it?" Jeff smiled.

Evan mumbled something incomprehensible then, "sure…any way rehearsal's in half an hour. Meet me at the bottom of the frat house steps and wear black."

"Great!" Jeff bolted up the stairs and into the room, "got to go be back soon I…"

One quick look revealed that Lisseth was not actually in the room. "Cool."

Half an hour later Jeff was standing with Evan at the bottom of the stairs. Both of them dressed in black. "So what are we waiting for?"

"Not what, rather who." Evan was staring up the stairs, "room 211 are late as usual."

Jeff blinked, "room 211, that's my room. Lisseth oh god we're waiting for Lisseth?"

Evan scoffed, "no, your room is 212. We're waiting for Scott and Fish."

The door opened at the top of the stairs and Scott limped out holding his crutches in one hand and closing the door with the other. He hopped down the stairs and tucked his crutches under his arms at the bottom.

"Ready, guys?"

Jeff nodded, "just waiting on Fish."

Scott shrugged, "I'll meet you there and so will he. He's been there with 'Regan' all morning, rehearsing the stabbing scene. Apparently it just doesn't look believable."

"Well maybe it'll look more believable when Jeff here does it." Evan laughed.

Scott looked at Jeff then Evan then Jeff again and burst out laughing, "beautiful."

Evan and Scott wouldn't tell Jeff what they were laughing at and Jeff was beginning to get nervous.

Scott opened the door and directed Jeff to the stage while Evan went to talk to the society president. Fish was on the stage, he showed Jeff where to stand and gave him a script. He had to oppose some psycho that was ripping out some old dude's eyes and then turn around and get stabbed by the wife.

"LIGHT'S. SOUND. GO FOR IT!" the president yelled, "WE'RE AT ACT 3 SCENE 7, FROM CORNWALL'S LINE "IF YOU SEE VENGEANCE-"."

Jeff looked at the absurd little cast on the stage, Brad the Duke of Cornwall proceeded with his lines, "if you see vengeance-"

Jeff jumped when he realized that he was expected to read his lines, "Um… hold your hand my lord. I have served you ever since I was a child, but better service have I never done you than now to bid you hold."

"How now you dog!" the voice cut the air like a knife and caused Jeff to shiver, he had heard it somewhere before but couldn't quite place it.

Over his shoulder he called, "if you did wear a beard upon your chin. I'd shake it on this quarrel."

"My villain!" Brad called dramatically seizing a sword off one of the extras.

Jeff found a sword thrust into his hand and he held it high, "nay then, come on and take the chance of anger."

Jeff and Brad began to duel they fought all over the stage. Until Jeff 'ran him through'. The almighty Brad fell to the ground moaning in agony.

"Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus!" the evil voice rang out

Jeff stood triumphant and turned away. He walked straight onto the sword that Lisseth was holding. He watched the blade disappear into his stomach up to the hilt. He looked into her strange eye's one last time then everything went black.