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Author's Notes

Since one of you asked about the twins' appearance, Morgan has blue hair like her father and Caleb has brown hair. Both kids have a mixture of their mother's skin and their father's holographic skin (which I think is how he would look without his mutation).

Chapter 7: Recaps, Poor Gambit, and the Beginning of the Horrible Split Personality Teenage Babysitter

Still Day 3/Wednesday Night

"Daddy, I'm scared," Emma told her father as he tucked her into bed. "Come on chere. Nothin' is goin' to happen," Gambit encouraged his trembling daughter. "Can I sleep in your bed, s'il vous plait (please)?" she asked, clasping her hands together into what seemed like a plead. "I give up," Remy said, throwing his hands up in the air, "You can sleep with Papa tonight," he told her. "Yay!" she screamed, jumping out of her bed and running to her father's.

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Day 4/Thursday

When Gambit woke the next morning, he smelled something that immediately woke up his senses. It was rancid smelling and he felt as if he was going to gag. Suddenly, Gambit remembered something from the previous night. He hadn't seen Emma with her pull-up on!

Reluctantly, he pulled up the blankets to see a puddle of yellow liquid all over his mattress sheets. "Emma, chere, se reveille (wake up)," he said, shaking his daughter just roughly enough for her to wake up. Emma slowly opened her eyes and rubbed them repeatedly with her fists. She quickly yawned and looked up happily at her father. "Mornin' Papa!" she greeted him.

Gambit looked down at his daughter with a disapproving face. "Chere, where's your pull-up?" he asked her, climbing out of the wet bed he had been laying in. "I took it off," she told him, taking her finger and curling her reddish-brown hair around it. "Why did you do that!?!" he asked, stroking his goatee. "It was wet," she told him. "Why didn't you tell Papa," he asked, referring to himself in the third person. "Because I didn't want to." Gambit slowly made his way over to his daughter and grabbed her before she could run off, forcing her into the bathroom as she cried her eyes out at the thought of wearing the puffy pull-up with Barney all over it, which she thought was so juvenile.

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"Did you find a babysitter yet? We don't get to refund these tickets," Bobby told Logan. Logan looked at the young man standing over his shoulder and growled. "Back off, bub!" he shouted, sticking his first claw high enough to lightly touch Bobby's chin. Bobby gulped and quickly drew back from the Wolverine. "Thank ya," he said, reading through the newspaper for a babysitter who was especially good with children (she would need all the experience she had if she was going to deal with 11 demon children) and was a mutant liker.

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"So, why do you think you would be a good babysitter for our kids?" Scott asked the first potential babysitter. "Well, I used to be in the military. I was a general and--" "Sorry, Ma'am. But we actually want to see our kids live another day. Thank you."

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After three more auditioning babysitters, the men believed they had found the perfect one. "I've worked at daycares under the careful inspection of one of the primary caretakers. She even said something about me in my resume, I think," the teenager said, handing the men a folder. "You have a resume?" Lance asked, his mouth dropping as open as it could. "And how old are you, again?" Sam asked. "Oh, I'm only seventeen," she answered, flipping back a wisp of her blond hair.

"Now, you do know these are mutant children, Sheila? This little one ova (over) here can be a little firecracker!" Pyro said, pointing towards his daughter who crossed her arms defiantly and glared over at the babysitter, jutting her lip out farther to emphasize she already hated the babysitter. "Oh, I have a cousin who's a mutie. She was very easy to deal with. I don't think these tots will be of much trouble. I'm also a mutant myself. I have a split personality. But I assure you, your children will be fine with me," she said. "What is your name again, miss?" Scott asked. "Tamsin (which means twin in its English foundation)."

"One minute," Bobby said, huddling up with everyone and discussing the matter. Tamsin took out a compact and put on her lipstick and eyeliner as she crossed her legs delicately. She quickly shut her compact and stuck it into her purse while she waited for the men. "You're hired, Tamsin," Scott said happily. "Thank you, sirs. I guarantee, you won't regret you hired me. Oh, by the way, when do you want me to start?" she asked.

"Today!" they all shouted, grabbing their coats and running out the door. "Here's a list of the kids and some of their schedules, favorite foods, stuff like that!" Bobby yelled, tossing a packet of papers in her direction as he ran out the door.

Tamsin looked down at Jenna who still had her arms crossed. "You must be Jenna, right?" Tamsin asked sweetly. "MYOB. Mind your own business," Jenna spat. "You know, we can have a nice time, or it can get ugly. If you want to play ugly, I'm ready," Tamsin said gruffly as she took off her rings and jewelry, tossing it on the tabletop. She knelt down and looked deeply into the young girl's opposing eyes. "Gladly," Jenna smirked, twirling around and running out of the room. 'She's going to be gone in two days, three days tops,' Jenna thought, laughing manically as she made her way into the playroom where everyone else was.

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"Is anyone hungry? I made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches," Tamsin said, setting down a tray at the little playroom table. "I want ice cream!" Nathan shouted, running around the house like a chimpanzee. "Your daddy said no ice cream, Nate," Tamsin answered. "I WANT ICE CREAM!" Nathan cried, dropping to the floor and crying. "You're not getting ice cream, you brat! Now go sit down and eat your sandwich!" Tamsin said, taking the boy by his shirt collar and dropping him in his seat.

"Eat!" she commanded all of them. All the pre-schoolers quickly started to eat their food and stared down at their plates. "Now, after you all eat, we'll have a small naptime," Tamsin said. "Daddy never makes me have a nap this early," Immy said. "I'm not your daddy, am I?" "N-n-no…" Immy answered, sliding down in her seat.

"Okay, let's get something straight right now. Your daddy's are gone! I'm the boss! Got it?" All the kids nodded their head as the trembled with fear. 'Oh yea, she has to go,' Jenna thought, already starting to calculate a plan in her mind. "Good. Now everyone finish up. Before naptime, I'm going to read you a story," Tamsin said, skipping back into the kitchen to clean up her mess.