"Gambit, Ah'm gonna kill ya this tahme," Rogue said, dragging the Cajun down the hallway by his ear. Gambit had really screwed up this time. It was one thing to flirt with girls around the mansion, but it was a whole other matter doing it right in front of Rogue. Rogue wasn't normally the jealous type, but…

"C'mon cher. Gambit didn't mean nothin' by it," Gambit pleaded, trying to free his ear of her grip. He might as well have tried to free himself from an iron padlocks, it probably would've been easier.

"Don't give me that. Ah'm gonna teach ya a lil' somethin' 'bout responsibility. Hank made up a gadget ta teach ya that," Rogue said, turning back to him. Gambit's eyes widened at the word 'responsibility'. It was something that wasn't in his vocabulary.

Entering the med lab, Rogue finally released her death grip on Gambit, and pushed him towards the blue gorilla. Hank looked up from his work. "Ah, Remy. So glad you're here. Rogue told me you need a responsibility lesson, yes? I have just the thing," he said. He flipped across the room and dug through piles of high-tech gizmos. With a triumphant declaration, Hank returned moments later with…a baby?

"Yes, this doll should simulate the responsibility of a parent. And that's about as responsible as you can get. Hope you're ready to be a father," Hank said, thrusting the mechanical, yet life-like baby into Gambit's arms. Gambit held it up and eyed it from his peripheral vision. This was a joke, right?

"You have to take care of it for twenty-four hours. And to make sure we know it's you…" Hank said, reaching into his lab coat pocket, "we have this." He pulled out a bracelet-type device and strapped it onto Gambit's wrist. "It won't stop crying unless this bracelet touches its skin. Good luck!"

And with that, Gambit was kicked out of the room, dumbfounded. And the baby was still in his arms. He held it up and raised an eyebrow. "So…what Gambit supposed to do with this?" he asked himself. Just then, the doll's head fell back, and it let out an earsplitting shriek. Gambit cradled it in his arms and rocked it a bit, but it kept crying.

"Gambit gotta find hisself some sucker to take care of this for him," Gambit said over the yells of the baby. He continued to rock it as he ran down the hallway, and it finally shut up.

He turned to the first person he ran into, Tabitha Smith. "Hey cher, Gambit needs to ask a huge favor of you," he said desperately. Tabitha looked back and forth between him and the baby doll in his arms.

"The answer is no. Just try and find someone motherly enough to take care of it," Tabitha suggested. Gambit thought a second and his eyes lit up. "Piotr's with Kitty ice skating." Tabitha said before Gambit could open his mouth. His brow fell into thought again.

"Of course Gambit could always find someone gullible enough to take care of it," Gambit said deviously, a certain friend coming into mind. He jogged off to go find Kurt, supporting the doll's head the whole way.

Two hours later, Gambit was in the shower after a nice relaxing afternoon, knowing the elf was stuck somewhere with the child. Speaking of which.

BAMF!

"It'z been crying for two hourz ztraight. Iz zhere zomezhing vrong vith it?" Kurt asked, rocking the baby at rapid speed. His yellow eyes were wide and fearful as he waited for a reply.

Gambit smacked his head. "Oh man. Gambit forgot about the bracelet thingy," he said, reaching out and touching the bracelet to the baby's skin. Of course the bracelet was wet and…

Rogue smiled to herself as she heard a loud explosion from Gambit's room. "Ah told Hank he wouldn't last more than six hours," she said smiling, and went off to go collect her bet money from Gambit's failure.