A/N: And we're back! With an update! But first, some explanation, because I don't think I mentioned it in the other chapter: These are drabble-ish...so they aren't necessarily connected and they aren't necessarily entire stories, per se. Apologies if that caused any confusion. NOW THEN! Spoiler Warning: Uh, anything in either show is fair game, but there's nothing earth-shattering in here.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or Warehouse 13

Chalkboard:

"Artie."

"No."

"But—!"

"No. End of discussion. Back to the board."

"Artie," she glares. "I'm twenty-two. Don't you think I'm a little too old for the chalkboard thing?" She points accusingly to the smudged, green board in question. The older agent huffs.

"You're never too old to learn a lesson."

"Quite right," chimes in a voice from the other side of the board. Claudia frowns.

"You're not helping," she tells him. The Doctor pokes his head out and smiles.

"Oh, but c'mon, this is fun! I can't remember the last time I had to write lines! Must've been sometime in third century China? Or maybe it was with the Greeks…you know, Socrates was a real stickler and—"

"Both of you!" Artie yells, interrupting. "Back to the board! One hundred lines each! 'I will not set fire to the dark vault!'"

The Doctor disappears back behind the board, and Claudia reluctantly joins him, begrudgingly picking up the small white cylinder and beginning line #56. Artie stops her as she finishes the 'will.'

"Cursive."

"Cursive?"

"Cursive. It's a dying art." He takes the eraser and smears line #56 until it's nothing but a ghostly white blur on the dark green expanse. The Doctor pats Artie's shoulder as he walks past them.

"Actually, in 2098, it makes a comeback. That, and shag carpeting."

"Comforting," Artie mutters, removing the Time Lord's hand from his jacket. He eyes the other half of the chalkboard, and his face turns a frustrated pink. "What…what is this? Are you doodling over here—?"

"That, my friend, is Gallifreyan. Gallifreyan for 'I will not set fire to the Dark Vault.' Though, to be honest, it doesn't really translate all that well, so in reality, it says something closer to 'I won't intentionally rain destruction on—"

"You know what? Fine. Fine. Write in whatever language you want. I don't care…just…finish your lines and clean up this mess!" And with that, Artie storms out of the office.

Claudia waits a few minutes, to be sure he won't hear when she asks, "Is that really what it says?"

"No." The Doctor looks a tad mischievous as he picks up a new piece of chalk. "It says 'fish sticks and custard.'"

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