So....*Eeeeeeee!* :D this is my excited face/scream at the fantastic response I got to the first chapter. Really, thank you all SO much. I keep seeing names of people I've read and I get all fan-girly. It's embarrassing, really. ANYWAY....It's good to know y'all are pickin' up what I'm a'layin' down!

Okay, so I do all my writing at work (seriously lax job. Its so sad.) Which means the updates will probably come the day after I work. IE: I worked yesterday, here's your chapter. Unless it's busy, then it'll wait till next work day, ya dig? And I usually only work weekends and Wed. As to why it took me FOREVER to get this chapter up, and it's a little bit shorter than originally intended, I was reading fan fiction instead of writing it (A Comedy Of Letters by Some Scribbles. It's pretty good. Actually its really good. I got all emotional). Bad author, I know. But here we go...


Almost immediately after Logans declaration the bell signalling classes end sounded, and the students were out the door in a flash. Every last one of them ran their hand over the puppy, welcoming him to the school. Rogue just...stared at it. Once the room was empty (with the exception of herself, Logan and the ever present Swamp Rat) Rogue looked away from the furball and back up at Logan.

"Logan...."

"Rogue..." He mocked.

"This is a dog."

"Huh. I hadn't noticed."

She glared at him, while Remy took their momentary distraction as a cue to pick the puppy up. It was big, for a puppy...appropriately baby sized. It let out a yawn before settling down in his arms. It took every man bone in his body not to let out an "awwww."

"A livin', breathin', lickin', nippin' dog."

"Every time ya tell me Stripes, I get more and more astounded."

"Ya know, patronization may not be the best road to be takin' right now." She looked uneasily at the dog in Remys arms. "Ah don't wanna dog Logan."

"Well, darlin', most people don't want their homework, but we all make do."

"Ah can't even hold the damned thing! What am I supposed at learn from this?"

"Why can't you hold it?" Her glare melted into something that looked like a cross of "are you kidding me?" anger and genuine confusion. With a patient sigh Logan placed his bare hand on the top of Rogues head.

"Just what do ya think yar doin'?" she asked.

"What's it look like?"

"Y' both shoul' stop ans'erin each odders questions wit' mor' questions." Remy interjected, finally tired of listening to a conversation that neither involved him nor was about him. Not that it mattered, as they both continued to ignore is existence as usual.

"It looks like ya got yar fool hand on the top of my head."

"But you're not absorbing me?" He said in a mock shocked voice that was really beginning to get on her nerves.

"'Course ya ain't! Your touching my hair ya damn...ed...." Rogue trailer off as Remy waved the puppy's furry paw at her. She stood abruptly grabbing her binder. "Ah hate you."

"No you don't."

With a huff she turned to stalk out of the room, but was stopped reluctantly by Logans voice.

"Rogue-"

"What now?"

"You have to name it before you leave. Everyone else had to name their eggs. Same rules apply to you."

She gave Remy and the dog an analysing glance before shrugging her shoulders. "It's homework, ain't it? Well, there ya go. Homework."

And with a grace known only to a few women in this world, she left the room.

***

It was less than twelve minutes before Remy showed up, knocking at her door. She allowed him entrance, though she did do it with a large lack of enthusiasm. They stood in awkward silence for a few moments after Remy laid the now sleeping puppy onto Rogues bed.

"So...Homework, huh? Dat really wha' we goin' wit', chere?"

Rolling her eyes at him, she shoved a stack of papers into his hand. "Tha way ah see it, we can do this and not have ta spend every wakin' moment together. We can watch the dog in shifts, an' come together at the end of the week to compare notes. Plus we'll be seein' each other in class which is when we can exchange it-"

"He." Remy interrupted.

"What?"

"He's a he, not an' 'it'. An' 'e's got a name, ya know. 'Da dog'. Psh."

"Oh, ah sorry. We can exchange Homework," she stressed the dogs name, "in class. Or day to day, if ya rather."

"Works for me."

"Ah'll take the first shift."

"...oh."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"That wasn't a nothing "oh", that was a something "oh". Spill, Cajun."

"It's just..." Remy looked at the puppy then back at her. "'m not sure y' ready. To be alone wit' 'im I mean."

"Excuse me?" Rogue was outraged.

"All fairness, chere, y' t'rew our first born at da wall." When she hauled back her fist, he was already on the other side of the room.

"Ah can take care of a dog, Remy."

"Yeah?" He challenged as he picked up the dog and held it out to her. "Hold him."

"Ummm, what?" She stepped back, as if it was diseased.

"Y' can take care o' da pup, non? 'old him."

"Just put him down Remy! Ya woke him up!"

Remy looked down at the puppy and rubbed his face against Homework's fur. "He don' mind, do ya pup?" Tired of being handled all day, Homework attempted to jump out of Remys arms and onto the floor.

"See? He doesn't even wanna be held!" She felt vaguely triumphant.

"Poor kid." Remy put the puppy on the ground. "'e's jus' upset his mama don' love him."

Rogues jaw dropped. "I never said that! Why would you say that? Are you tryin' ta give him a complex?

"Den pick'im up!"

"No...I don't...he's fahn wondering around and..." She watched as Homework squatted it the corner, "And peein' all over mah room."

"Course he's peeing everywhere. He's got issues."

"He's not old enough to have issues."

"Well if you'd-"

"I swear to all that is holy that if you say 'pick him up' ah'm gonna shove a pillow down yar throat."

"It's okay, Roguey." He threw an arm over her shoulder, ignoring her attempts to duck under his arm. "Dey got medication f'r t'ings like dis nowadays!"

"Don't call me Roguey." Was her immediate response. Giving up on escape, at leat temporarily, she shot him a suspicious glance. "Medication?"

"Ya know...For da depression. The kind where your scared of babes an' whatnot."

"Post-partum depression? Is that what you are talking about?" At his nod, she shook him off with a snarl. "Boy, you are twelve kinds'a stupid!" She put her hands on her hips and Remy knew he was in for it. "Scared of babies? That's not even...No. Ya know wha'? Ah don't even wanna talk to ya any more. Out!"

"Out? Mio?" He pointed at himself. With a bloody scream, she ran at him, arms out stretched. Unprepared for the attack (although, really, he should have seen it coming), Remy found himself being shoved backwards towards the door. Before he could blink, all he saw was the door slamming in his face.

"Eh." He shrugged to himself. "Wen' better den I t'ought it would."

***

Rogue ran her gloves hands over her tired face. It had been a long, long day. Thank God it was almost over. She looked over to where the mutt had peed on her floor and sighed. Scratch that. It was three weeks from being over. She groaned. Why did Logan hate her? She thought they got along well enough.

Better even.

"Alright, dog. Where'd ya go?" Crawling on her knees, she looked under the bed to see the puppy cowering against the wall. She was instantly worried. She must have frightened him when she screamed at Remy. Who, by the way, was never gonna know, cause God knows he'd use that against her too.

"Come here puppy."

No movement.

"Here puppy." She made kissey noises and patted her knees. "Come on, boy."

Still, nothing. With a heavy sigh she slid back from her knees to her butt. "Fine. Stay then." It was all she could do not to roll her eyes when the dog did exactly as she suspected he would - the exact opposite of what she had said. Slowly, Homework began wriggling closer towards her.

Out from under the bed, but still at least a foot away from her, he stopped and sat up.

The both of then sat in contemplative silence, considering each other closely, sizing each other up.

Rogue took in his appearance with a critical eye. He was a cutie, she would give him that. Patches of black and white coloured him, with small random spots of brown, just enough to give him character. His eyes were ice blue, and excited. His nose scrunched as he sniffed the air.

She was fighting a losing battle when a tiny smile made it on to her face, and, as if he had seen it, Homeworks tail began to thump loudly against the floor.


A/N - Post-partum depression...Not a funny issue. I did poke at it a little, but I wasn't deliberately making fun -trust me, I know there is nothing funny about any of it. My sister has it with her youngest, and its painful for everyone involved.

How very public service announcement of me.

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