Why had he done that? Arthur sat in his office. It had been a few weeks since he started tutoring Alfred and the trip was in a few days time. He felt so stressed out. He was pulling yet another late night shift in his office trying his hardest to finish off the lesson plans for two weeks time. He gave up yet again as thought's of Alfred yet again wandered into his thought. Alfred seemed to be happier now and more focused since they had started the after school lessons. Though he had gotten some grumbles and complaints from the students when he had told the Mr Bonneyfoy was going to be accompanying them. Surprisingly after a while the class seemed to of settled on the idea. Some sort of hidden consensus that if they were all out in public, they would be safe. He pushed back from his computer screen yawning. Alfred was the only student who remained unhappy about Francis' presence, and he made sure Arthur knew about it. Matthew always seemed to balance him out, patting his back and talking to him. There were never any big fight's that broke out between students. Arthur thought back over the lesson's smiling. They had been going a lot better now the class had settled down into a structure and the work they were creating was amazing. Arthur yawned, stretching his arms. Looking at the clock, it was almost 6pm, the daylight had long since gone. He got up and went to the side to make himself another cup of tea. He was not going home until all this work was done.

There was a knock on the door causing Francis to look up.

"Come in." He called a little confused at who was lurking around school this late. He was surprised when Roderich walked into his classroom. "I didn't think you ever visited these classrooms?" Francis asked with a chuckle. Roderich didn't look very amused at the comment.

"I don't, but I need to talk to you about something." He said sternly. Francis could tell Roderich wanted to spend as little time as possible in his room talking to him. His body language said it all.

"Please take a seat." Francis offered getting up from his spot. "Would you like a drink?" He asked, Roderich shook his head.

"No thank you." He said sitting down in front of Francis.

"Suit yourself." Francis said pouring himself a glass of wine. Roderich looked shocked at the drink. Francis winked at him. "I'm drinking out of school hours."

"Fine, but if I catch you drinking during the day. I will confiscate it." Roderich said glaring at him. Francis nodded showing he had understood. He sat down with his glass and took a sip.

"So what brings you to my beautiful classroom." Francis smiled.

"What brings me here..." Roderich staid in a slightly strained voice. "Is the drama trip Arthur is taking out in a few days." Francis sighed, he should of know this talk was coming sooner or later.

"What about it?" Francis asked in a slightly bored tone.

"I think you know by now." Roderich crossed his arms. "I don't want to have a riot kicking off from the students due to your behaviour. I do not want any complaints about the way yourself or they behave." Roderich said each point clearly. Francis nodded slowly after each point, he knew Roderich was always scared of having to apologise to someone about how the school acted. He had been very strict on who could take out school trips. Gilbert had long since banned from doing so after claiming a *Ramnstein concert was a viable trip for his German class. Roderich took a breath, looking Francis in the eye. "I don't want to hear from anyone you have taken advantage of Mr Kirkland and or a student while you've been out." Francis did his best to look insulted.

"I would never do that to anyone." He said, pulling his best hurt look. "I believe in true love."

"Your reputation says otherwise." Roderich tried not to snap. Quickly standing up and walking to the door. He paused on his way out and looked back to Francis. His eyes slightly pleading. "Please show me you are better than the other two." Roderich said before turning to leave. Francis was confused by his last action. Roderich had always regarded the trio beyond help, always in the wrong. Francis felt his heart warm a little knowing that Roderich had some belief still left in him. It had been clear from the last few weeks that something had happened between Arthur and Alfred. They both seemed happier, but was it just because Alfred had sorted his 'spacing out' issue. Either way, he knew that this trip would in a way be the final round. It would be his last chance to get close to Arthur before bowing out to Alfred. His thought quickly changed to Matthew. Francis smiled softly to himself. Matthew, the sweet and innocent child who had been supporting his brother all the way. Francis's smile had a tinge of sadness, Matthew was the only student who really trusted him. Even asking for extra French lessons so he could have a reason to stay behind to wait for Alfred. It seemed such a shame the poor boy was single in life. Then again, if Natalia was the only girl in his class... being single didn't seem that bad. Francis thought of Matthew as he looked out of his classroom window. Only three cars were still parked. He could see his own car parked, he then spotted Roderich walking to one car, assuming that one was his. Francis puzzled over who the other car must belong to. He went through all the staff in his head, he knew most of them by now and how they got to work. After a while he drew up a blank. He hadn't seen anyone driving in that car. Walking back he continued to mark Matthew's last French essay, the question of who's car it was still playing through his mind. He snapped his fingers, it was Arthur's car. He was the only staff member he knew who drove, yet he didn't know their car. That ment... he chuckled. Arthur was still in school, most likely in his office. Pulling another late shift. It wasn't unusual for teachers to stay late, but this week especially Arthur seemed to just be getting more and more tired as the days went on. Francis' theory was that he was staying until 8 every night to finish whatever he was working on. And working over 12 hours in school was no way to go. He finished marking, giving him a smily face and full marks. He put the paper into a filing cabinet inside Matthew's folder. Picking up his coat and keys, he walked out of his classroom locking the door behind him. And wandered off to find Arthur.

"Just two more lessons." Arthur told himself. He could barely keep his eyes open as he stared at the screen. His brain had decided not to work any more and he was struggling to finish off the plan. He had managed to get all his work done apart from this. It was the only thing stopping him. He had tried distracting himself from the lesson plans by looking up maps to the National Theatre, working on the simplest London Underground route. He knew what tickets he wanted to buy when they arrived at the station. He had done everything in preparation for the trip, yet he still couldn't work out two more lesson plans. He rested his head in his hands as he closed his eyes, taking yet another deep breath.

"Arthur?" Francis knocked on the Drama Office door. "Are you still around?" There was no reply from inside the room. Francis thought it a little confusing. He had already checked the staffroom for Arthur and he wasn't there. He looked down to the ground, seeing light coming out from under the office door he chuckled. "Arthur?" He knocked again. Hearing no answer he pushed open the door slowly. He couldn't help but smile on the sight before him. Arthur had fallen asleep and was currently resting his head on the keyboard, the letter N was running along the screen. Francis moved forwards carefully and quietly, not wishing to frighten him. He gently shook Arthur's shoulder. "Arthur? Wake up." He said softly. Arthur grumbled at first not waking. Francis shook his shoulder a little harder this time. "Arthur you need to wake up."

"Huh?" Came the tired reply from the dozing teacher.

"You fell asleep on your keyboard." Francis smiled as Arthur rubbed his eyes. Arthur looked up at the screen giving out a small groan. Taking the mouse and sorting out the word document.

"I need to finish the plans." He said tiredly moving to type again. Francis pulled his chair away from the computer. Chuckling as Arthur flailed his arms trying to reach the keys. "Let me finish them." He said childishly. Francis chuckled, standing in front of him.

"You need to go home and get some sleep." He said softly.

"I need to finish..." Arthur started again. Francis wasn't letting him. He moved to the computer and save the work, shutting it down despite Arthur's feeble protests.

"You are suffering from 'New Teacher Syndrome'" Francis chuckled. "Being too organised and trying to do too much at once."

"I'm fine." Arthur whined letting out another yawn. Francis couldn't believe he had Arthur is such a childish and innocent state. He looked to the young teacher who was rubbing his eyes.

"You are in no state to work, nor to drive." Francis said resting his hands on his hips.

"I can so work." Arthur mumbled. Francis shook his head at him.

"You are going to come home with me." He smiled helping him up. "I am not going to leave you here and over work yourself." Arthur whined a few more protests as he was walked out by Francis, locking the door behind him. Francis wrapped Arthur's arm over his shoulder so he could support him as the walked together. Francis unlocked his car and slid Arthur into the passengers seat. Arthur buckled himself in as Francis moved to the other side of the car. Getting in and settling himself down. He looked across the car just to check. He had Arthur Kirkland, in his car, going to his house for the night. He took a breath and pulled out of the car park. He would have to make sure he was very responsible tonight. This chance would never happen again.