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

Robert got up, and looked at Arthur. "Oh dear," he said, coolly. "An intruder." He turned his head away, and looked at the desk phone. "Maybe I should call campus security."

"I really wouldn't," Arthur said, his tone equally cold. "Or-"

"Or what?" Robert smirked. "What are you going to do, Arthur? You're already in enough trouble to last one lifetime. Want to make it two?"

Arthur glared at him. "Robert."

Suddenly, the door flew open, and Cobb walked in, a furious expression on his face. "What's going on?" he demanded. As he saw Arthur, his eyes widened slightly. "Art..?What are you...?"

"I heard the post of VP had been taken over," Arthur said, his face rigid. "Though I'd come and see what was going on."

Cobb nodded. "Fair enough." He looked at Robert. "Aren't you teaching now?"

The slightly younger man swallowed. "I believe so."

"Then why don't you see to your class, and I'll deal with this?"

Robert nodded, his neck visibly tightening with anger. "Of course."

Stiffly, he began to walk out, closing the door. Cobb looked from Arthur, to Ariadne, who'd been slightly shocked by the turn of events.

"Right," he said, quietly. "Will someone care to explain whats going on?"

A brief silence settled, and the Principal waited. Finally, he nodded at Ariadne. "Please, tell me."

The Art teacher bit her lip. "Well, he observed me, and claimed it was inadequate." She looked at the floor. "Then Arthur arrived, and-"

The Principal swallowed. "Ari. I suggest you get a cup of coffee, and I'll talk to you later." Silenced, she nodded, and began to move towards the door. Cobb turned to Arthur. "My office, please."

Robert, bristling with anger, walked into his Twelth grade Business Math class. His appearance was greeted with silence, and he glared at the students.

"Page 36, quickly!"

As the class complied, the older man's mind was swirling with thoughts. Suddenly, he noticed a hand up. "Yes, Joel?"

The student cleared his throat. "Well, I was wondering. Have you marked our assignments yet?"

Robert reddened slightly. He'd demanded that they complete an assignment related to local business groups, and had had them handed to him the previous week. He hadn't marked them, and now he found himself pinned by 14 sets of hostile eyes. "Well, I-"

"You haven't marked them, then," Joel retorted. Robert flushed, angrily.

"Don't speak to me like that," he snapped. "You forget I am also the Vice Principal. I have certain responsiblities to undertake!"

"That's strange," Bethany spoke up. A couple of other students nodded.

Robert narrowed his eyes. "Excuse me? Meaning?"

"Well," Jess spoke, "when Mr Ogilvie was Vice Principal, he always found time to mark our work in music-"

Robert's face went white with anger.

"May I remind you," he said, haughtily, "That Mr Ogilvie is no longer Vice Principal? Because he was found to be extremely unprofessional in his behaviour and attitude?"

"What about you?" Joel said, angrily. "You don't mark our work, you don't plan our classes, you-"

"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Robert roared, completely losing his self-control. "How DARE you!"

Turning, he stormed out of the room, leaving the class open-mouthed.

"So you thought you'd just drop by? For a chat?" Cobb leaned back in his seat, and looked at Arthur. "Art, you're suspended. You-"

"I know," Arthur interrupted. "But, Dom, I couldn't sit at home, twiddling my thumbs, when I found out he was doing my job!"

Cobb nodded. "I know. Its been...interesting." He swallowed, and looked at him. "Its not been the easiest time for the school." He lifted up several sheets of paper. "Guess what these are."

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Write ups on students?"

Cobb nodded. "Since Robert became VP, suddenly, the amount of paperwork I have to do has doubled." He shook his head. "Every little thing. Its every little-"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and the door flew open. Cobb and Arthur looked up, as Robert flew in, scarlet and furious.

Ariadne sat down, listlessly, with her cup of coffee. Hardly anyone else was in the Staff room. Picking the small plastic cup up, she took a sip, her thoughts whirling.

Suddenly, she heard shouting. Puzzled, she put the cup down, and opened the door. The sound of a man's voice - an angry man's voice - was floating down the corridor, followed by the sound of rapid footsteps. She hurried in ther direction of the voice, only to see Robert Fischer fleeing a classroom, and the sound of students' voices, angry and talkative.

She stepped in, and was impressed when having spotted her, they immediately began to settle down. "What's going on?"She asked, her eyes flashing. The class stirred, unsure of how to respond.

Finally, Jess spoke. "Um, we asked Mr Fischer if he'd marked our assignments-"

"And he hasn't," Joel finished. "The guy's a joke, Ms Henderson."

"Enough!" Ariadne snapped. She looked at them. "OK," she said, moving into the classroom, "let's try and see where you left off."

"Robert," Cobb said, genially. "Come on, let's try and discuss this. You're claiming that-"

"I'm NOT claiming anything!" Robert practically shouted. "Those students are accusing me of not marking their work! The way they spoke to me was outrageous! You're the Principal, you do-"

"Robert, remember who you're speaking to." Cobb's voice was sharp. "Allow me to find out." He turned, and began to head towards the door, then stopped.

"Arthur?"

The younger man blinked. "Yes?"

"You're coming with me."

Stunned, and trying to ignore Robert's icy glare, Arthur walked past the older man, and joined Cobb as they headed down to the classroom.

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