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After there was a ~~so damn handwavey~~ announcement for that Ethics class of Skywalker’s to join them today, there might have been a few new faces. This could only bode well for all the students. Really now.

Really.

“Hello, all,” John began, as jovially as he could, “We... have been speaking to professor Skywalker about our efforts here, and we thought it might be a good idea to, er, team up. To teach you all about childcare.”

“As he is the expert,” Sherlock chimed in dryly. Because that was helpful today.

Anakin glared at Sherlock. “Ethics class has traditionally worked with droid babies to teach you the downside of lust combined with ineffective birth control. Pairing up our classes seemed logical.” Until he remembered he’d be working with Sherlock.

John discretely maneuvered himself between Anakin and Sherlock. Discretely. “Right. So we’ve talked about pregnancy, and about everything that happens when you’re pregnant. As well as birth control,” he continued. “This is just the next step. We want you to take care of these babies until next Monday.” He smiled. Or tried to. “I... hope you all kept the folders we gave you.”

“And if you neglected to prepare,” Sherlock began with a faint smile. “Well. I suppose now would be the time to research. Wouldn’t you?”

“As well as you can, at least,” Anakin grumbled. “Children don’t come with owner’s manuals.” He’d checked. “The droid babies will react like any other child: you can’t leave them alone for even a minute, they’ll demand food, dry bottoms, naps and to be held and babbled at. If they don’t get what they want, they’ll cry.”

Loudly. For hours.

“And no one wants that,” said John. Who didn’t have any kids. And never really expected to have any. “So take good care of them. We’ll know if you don’t.”

… And he suspected that between his two co-conspirators, that was kind of terrifyingly true.

[[ ocd up and open! don't worry - we have plans to make sure the robobabies are Not An Issue over the weekend. ]]

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"You're really making me wish I was a dad for real," Nathan said dryly, crossing his arms and looking at the droid baby with some disdain. "Guess this means no trips to the pub this week."

Or maybe not. He'd just...get a babysitter.

"At least not on days you're responsible," Peter said. "So, you want to trade off every day? Seems almost fair, to me."

"Yeah, that works," Nathan said, resigning himself to his fate. What a crock of shit. "These teachers are fucking evil, man."

"Yeah, that's something we can agree on," Peter said. "I almost feel like we should prank the teacher in revenge."

He meant Sherlock, not Anakin.

Peter was not suicidal.

"I threw a water balloon at the tall, pasty one and only got detention," Nathan shared, shrugging. "I think we'd have to set something on fucking fire and piss on it to get anything worse than that."

"So now the question is who takes her today," Peter said. He was expecting Nathan to pass her off right away, of course.

"Oh please, feel free to take little Elizabeth for today," Nathan said, fulfilling Nathan's prediction quite admirably. "I would love for you to have the honor."

"Thought so," Peter said. "So that means you can expect me dropping by your room about 8 tomorrow morning, just so you're ready."

"Right, don't knock though," Nathan said and pulled out his phone so he could get Peter's number. "My roommate's a bit particular about sleep patterns and I don't want to draw her ire more than I already have. Just give me a ring, yeah?"

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