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Gambit's cries could be heard all the way to the boat house. And he was right to be upset. Or so I heard.

Maybe I should introduce myself. Drake, Robert Drake. I came here to see Hank coming into the house, demanding to see Gambit, and generally upset, a small package in his hands... well, more like a towel, wrapped about something. A baby.

Gambit's baby.

This was going to be a long night, and I wouldn't miss it for the world.

"Well, Remy, you must admit the resemblance is uncanny. For once, no extrapolation seems necessary, this is your baby".

"No, Hank, I didn't do dis! I take care of mahself!"

"Good God, I bet it will even have a Cajun accent"

"Yeah, Stormy, rub it in."

Before she could answer, "Don't call me Stormy", I got my first good look at the baby. Se was beautiful. A good chunk of reddish brown hair decorated the top of her head, and she seemed playful. I could take it was a she because Jean, ever the mother hen, had put on a pink diaper on her.

Slap! "I heard that mother hen comment!"

"Ouch, Jeannie, you shouldn't be peeking into other people's head. You know that." "Yes, when I'm not woken up at 2 in the morning by the arrival of Gambit's baby."

"She's not my baby!"

"Well," Logan said, "She's got your eyes."

That was true. The girl had a set of red on black eyes, identical to Remy's. Oh, this was rich.

"Can somebody tell me what's going on here?"

The mental voice of Prof. X was enough to surprise us, and not to laugh at his blue straight pajamas.

"Yes sir", Hank began. "I was coming home after a night in a conference meeting in town, when I stopped for groceries. Right at the door, a woman came to me and asked if I was Henry McCoy, of the X-Men. I was understandably worried that our secret might be compromised, so I denied it, when she screamed and said "Yes! It is you! You know him! Give him this, he'll know what to do", and gave me a basket out of a fairy tale, with a bunch of clothes within. "I unwrapped the clothes, and found this cute little child you all see here. It wasn't hard to deduce who might this mysterious "he" be, given her eyes and hair so I thought to bring her here, and hand her to Gambit. Especially since I'd been too shocked to follow the woman, and she had disappeared into one of the Westchester back alleys. I thought to follow her, but the baby started crying, so I thought to bring her here, until Remy has identified her mother."

"So, Remy?" Xavier's eyebrow raised. Not a good sign, but seeing the Cajun squirm makes my day

"I didn't do dis! As I've said, I take care o'mahself. I wouldn't go out wid' a girl just in a spur of the moment..."

This is rich! All the females in the room turn a glare at him, even Rogue and Betsy, who are just now coming in.

"Well, I have done so on occasion, but..."

"No buts, Remy. It's time for you to accept responsibility for your actions."

"Don give me dat crap, Scott! I don' even know any girls from around here.

"You'd better not, shugah"

"Ahem...yes, as I said, she's not mine, she's..."

Storm, always the voice of reason, has lifted the child into her arms, and gotten closer to the Cajun.

"Remy, have you even looked at her, my friend?"

"I... I...yes, when she came here! But I was angry! I... "

"She's got mah eyes."

"So, she's yours?"

"I didn say dat, Bobby, it just...she got my eyes. I never thought I'd see a baby with my eyes. "So, you're keeping her?"

"Until... until I can find a way to find her mother, cherie, and prove to you I not a cheater. Yes, I'd like to keep her.

"She needs a name. "

Jean is right. So I get first dibs at name calling

"Remy-a"

"That's silly. I vote for Francesca."

"Et tu, Charles? No, the baby needs a real name. .."

"Jean, ah remember my mother once telling me..."

Oh great. Farmboy, Claws and Bish were among the missing

"about a beautiful girl called Sikudhani! "Sorry kid, that's taken. So how about it, Storm?"

"Rain does have a nice ring to it, no, Logan?"

"Sikadhuni"

We all grow silent at Bishop's words. So, he repeats it

"Sikadhuni. It was a legend in my time about a copycat who had nothing better to do than steal successful person's lives... but I always liked the sound.

"Sikadhuni. Dat sound nice. Mebbe, when she grow up, I'll teach her to steal."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah...and Jubilee can teach her to blade, and Logan will get her a dog, and we'll all go to her first school play, and she'll grow blue fur, and be liked by everybody in the known universe, and Prof. X will tell her about his hidden childhood dreams."

Maybe that wasn't the smartest thing I coulda' said.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that? Don't walk away..."

Disclaimer:

This is a parody of the wonderful X-S series by Darqstar, and has her blessing :) I hope you all liked it, the X-Men belong to Marvel, Siku belongs to Darqstar, and Sika belongs to me

Best of luck

Lestat