Disclaimer: Inception does not belong to me. Apologies for the hiatus with this fic!

Robert stalked his way back through the school building, his face contorted into an ugly scowl. As he walked past pockets of students, he noticed that they were smirking at him. He stopped, and glared.

"What is it?" he snapped.

Two boys shrugged. "We don't know." Their voices were overly polite. "Sir."

Fischer glowered at them. "Go to class. Now."

They nodded. "Of course." They turned away, snickering. Trying to suppress his anger, he continued to walk through the halls, on his way to the parking lot.

As he reached the double doors, he noticed something. A list. Blinking, he looked it, his mouth opening in shock.

"Sexiest Male Staff on the Faculty:

Eames!

Mr Ogilvie!

Least sexiest:

Fischer!"

Snarling with rage, he ripped it down, oblivious to the snickering students gathering in the hallways. His face crimson with anger, he began to march back through the hallways, to Cobb's office.

"So, do you have any idea what this is about?" Arthur muttered as he and Eames drove into the parking lot. Both were in suits, and Arthur had gelled his hair back. He cast a quick glance at the older man as they parked.

Eames shrugged. "No idea." He bit his lip. "Maybe its to ask when we want to officially clear our desks out."

Arthur shook his head. "I doubt it. I'm still under investigation - and as for you, it should be easy to clear your name. You helped her out, that was all. Nothing more than that." He noticed how pale Eames' looked. "Look, she's an unhappy young woman, she reacted to an older adult being caring. Thats all. She misinterpreted it."

"I handled it badly." Eames smacked his palm. "When will I ever learn?"

Arthur smiled tiredly. "When do any of us?" He turned off the engine, and began to open his door. Suddenly he stopped, blinking.

"You allright?" Eames asked.

"Over there," Arthur said, nodding.

Eames followed his look. Several students were hanging around one of the cars in the parking lot. Eames leaned forward. "Is that...Robert's porsche?"

Arthur nodded, a grin beginning to spread across his face. "I think it might be." He turned back to the older man, his grin becoming infectious. "Shall we go and investigate?"

Eames grinned. "Yes!"

Cobb looked up, annoyed, at the sharp knock on the door. Mal was sitting across from him. She sighed.

"Yes?" Cobb called. Without waiting to be asked, Robert opened the door, and strode in, his face crimson. Coob stood up. "Robert, I thought I told you-"

"Look at this!" The younger man interrupted rudely. "Just look!"

Cobb blinked, and looked at the page. "Robert, this is-"

"Sexual harrassment!" Fischer practically screamed. "Don't you see that? Your Vice Principal is-"

"My Vice Principal is Arthur!" Cobb exploded. "Do you hear me, Robert? Arthur! You're someone who saw an opportunity, and tried to muscle his way in! Now, for the last time, get off my school campus, and I'll call you when you can come back!"

Robert glared at him, the veins in his neck standing out. "You'll regret this," he hissed. "I promise you." Turning, he stormed out.

Mal blinked in shock. "Are you allright?" She asked, gently. Cobb nodded. "I'm fine, Mrs. Cobb," he said, reminding her of the protocol in the school. He sighed, and rubbed his forehead. "I just want to get Arthur and Eames back in here, try and straighten this mess out."

She nodded. "I know." She looked at the desk.

"Excuse me!" Arthur said, loudly. A group of students were hanging around the Porsche. "What are you doing?"

The students stood up, electrified. Several of them began to disperse, and hurried away. Arthur blinked.

The Porsche was covered with letters in bright red paint. Taking a step back, Arthur bit his lip as he read:

"FISCHER EQUALS SCUM".

Eames hurried over. "Oh, my God." He looked at Arthur. "When he sees this, he's going to go-"

Arthur turned. "I think he's about to." The two men stood and watched as Fischer began to walk across the campus. "Come on, let's see Cobb."

Cobb was seated behind his desk when the knock on the door came. He looked up. "Come in!" His face relaxed when Arthur and Eames entered. "Come in, both of you, sit down."

Arthur looked at Cobb. "So, why do you want to see us both?"

Cobb rubbed his face. "I'm over ruling your suspension." He looked at Arthur. "I need you back here, Arthur - I mean it. I need a VP who is actually fair enough to discipline when he needs to, and steps back if necessary." He looked at him. "The hearing will be in a week. Until then, please go to your office, and get back to work."

Arthur nodded. "Yes." Turning, astounded at his change in fortunes, he walked back to his office. Cobb then turned to Eames. "Mal?"

She nodded. "I've spoken to the student concerned," she said, in her gentle, lilting voice. "She was extremely upset, Eames. She told me that she was grateful to you for what you did, and what she did was inappropriate."

Cobb nodded. "What Robert did was wrong. Eames. Please accept our apologies."

The British man bit his lip. "Thank you." He looked at Cobb. "When can I come back?"

Cobb smiled. "Don't you have a class in ten minutes?"

Eames nodded. "Yes."

Ariadne was marking her Twelth graders' work when there was a gentle tap at the door. She looked up. "Yes?"

Arthur pushed the door open, and smiled. "May I come in?"

"Arthur!" Ariadne dropped her pen. "When did you-"

"About twenty minutes ago," he said, quietly. "Cobb has reinstated me, before the hearing." He looked at the floor. "Hopefully, this means that-"

"The charge against you will be dropped." She looked at him. "I hope so."

"So do I." A silence fell. Then, he looked at her.

"Ari, this isn't the time or the place, but...dinner tomorrow night? My place?"

She nodded. "Yes." Leaning upwards, their lips met briefly, then they both drew back. "Probably shouldn't do this here," Arthur whispered. "I don't want to get suspended again."

She laughed. "No. No you don't. But there's the coffee shop after work. And if we meet there, I can tell you what I'm going to say."

Arthur smiled. "Perfect." He checked his watch. "I should go, full duties - so I'm teaching again in ten minutes." He turned to her as he left the room. "Oh, and Ari?"

"Yes?"

"Check whether your red paint is still in here, will you?"

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