Jean Grey bustled around in her little white uniform, checking the desk and the waiting room one last time. The orderly, Scott Summers, watched her solemnly. "Is all in order, Jean?"

She giggled a little. "Oh, Scott, lighten up. Everything's just fine. Open the door."

Scott Summers opened the door to Dr. Xavier's, Psychiatrist to the Mutant Stars. There were already three people waiting outside, a blue furry man who kept looking over his shoulder anxiously as he obsessively fondled some rosary beads, a woman with white hair who immediately swept past him into the office, and a tall elfin man who followed her in quietly.

"But I tell you, my paperwork should already have been filled out! I was a Goddess once, you know. I do not have to suffer fools like you telling me lies!" Jean nodded indulgently as the woman ranted on and on, then cut in after a few minutes.

"Storm, dear, just take the forms and fill them out."

The woman looked down her nose at the cheery redhead. "Why should I do that? They should already have been prepared. And do not address me so familiarly, wench."

Jean smiled. "Unless you want to feel like you're trapped under this building, dear, fill them out. Now."

The woman trembled, taking the clipboard Jean offered and sitting in the most comfortable chair available.

Jean smiled. "Next?" The elfin man stepped forward. "Ah, Northstar. Go on in, he's waiting for you. And yes, he is waiting to hear more about your book. Fifth on the best seller list? Fantastic!" Northstar went back into the door marked "Private," and the blue furry man came forward.

"Nightcrawler!" Jean said, ecstatically. "Wonderful to meet you. I'm Jean Grey, and no, of course you're not going to hell for thinking about my breasts, silly boy." The furry man backed up a step, and Storm covered her mouth to hide her smile. Jean handed Nightcrawler a clipboard. "Fill out this form, and make sure to check 'Overly Religious Roman Catholic' under 'Other Information,' please."

Kurt took the clipboard and sat down. The phone rang, and Jean answered it. "Dr. Xavier's office." A loud complaining voice came from the phone, and she held it away from her ear. "Mr. Lensh … I mean, Magneto, dear, you're going to have to tell me more than that. Your son always has a death wish." Pause. More loud complaining. "Oh, he's starting to blame YOU for his problems. I see." Loud complaints, plus a crash in the background. "Well, we do have a cancellation at three. If you and he are alive by then, can you make it?"

Ororo Munroe read question number 6. "List any problems you have with your family, including but not limited to:

- Untimely death

- You causing their untimely death

- You causing their untimely death, but they survived

- You did not cause their death, and they are angry at you for not killing them

- They hate you because you're a mutant

- They hate you because you're a mutant, and they too are mutants

- You hate them because they hate you

- You hate them because they aren't mutants."

She checked number one and went on.

A short, hairy man wearing a cowboy hat entered the office. Jean hung up the phone, nodding and making a note on a pad in front of her. Scott followed the short man over to the desk.

"Hi, cutie." He took his hat off and winked at her. "Think you can work me in, or do you not have room?"

Jean giggled, and Scott stood in front of the man. "Don't even try it. She's mine."

"Oh, Scott." She waved a hand at him. "Sure, Wolvie!" Jean giggled. "I'd love to squeeze you in. Just fill out these forms and Dr. Xavier will be with you."

Wolverine squinted. "Do I know you from somewhere? Maybe a cabin in the woods?"

She giggled again. "Nope. Don't worry. The doctor can help you with your memory problems, and I help sometimes too."

"Jean?" Scott looked puzzled, then his eyes glazed over and he fell to the floor.

Jean sighed. "Jealous boyfriends."

"Darlin', I never worry about them, especially when their girlfriends don't." Wolverine put his hat back on and took a seat.

Kurt Wagner read question number 1 under "Other Information."

"Please list your ideal romantic partner. You must choose one of the following:

- A member of the opposite sex who is devoted to me and insanely powerful, may be in love with another member of my team, and is utterly boring in every other respect

- A member of the opposite sex who is devoted to me but is weak and easy to kill

- A member of the opposite sex who is devoted to me but will get me into a lot of trouble because of her/his family, criminal past, or other issues

- A member of the opposite sex who pretends to be devoted to me, but really is using me to get ahead

- A member of the opposite sex who loves me dearly, but leaves me to die in Antarctica

- A member of the opposite sex who is a member of my family, but I pretend it's okay because we're not blood relatives

- A member of the opposite sex. Really. I'll settle for just about anyone

- A member of either sex who loves me

- A member of either sex. Please. I've gotten more desperate just reading this list

- A member of the same sex, so I can be angsty and alone most of the time, as there's no way I can be with a member of the same sex in this world"

His eyes widened at some of the items, and he gasped at a few of them. But he circled number six under the list, hastily, and moved on.

Ororo finished her forms and handed them back to Jean, who smiled sweetly at her. "Dr. Xavier will be right with you. Please have a seat."

A mountain of a man, wearing orange armor and an odd shaped helmet, came into the office and smashed the desk to pieces. "I wanna see Xavier now." Nightcrawler teleported to the other side of the waiting room, Storm swept the pieces away that would have hit her, and Wolverine shredded the few that came his way. Scott laid on the floor and made no sound.

Jean frowned, then blinked and brushed pieces of the desk off her skirt. "I'm sorry, Mr. ... er, what was your name?"

He picked her up, one-handed, holding her about five feet off the ground. "Juggernaut. I got anger management issues, and one of them is Xavier. I wanna see him. Now."