December Street

Chapter 1: Something Started in her History Class;

In Morgan Bennet's history class, half of her classmates thought she was crazy; half of her classmates thought she was perfectly normal; and all of the teachers at Boston College thought she was brilliant. Morgan herself didn't get what all of the fuss was about.

That was where everything started, after all. In her US History class. Morgan was nineteen when she happened along an odd turn of events.

It was the end of her English literature class when a pale hand appeared on its own, in stark contrast to Morgan's tanned skin. Morgan turned but didn't even need to look to know that a blonde-haired and blue-eyed girl, but still possessing cat eyes like her own, would be looking at her. "I'm coming, R. Thanks, Professor McGee."

Rachel Bennet, Morgan's twin sister, tugged the darker-haired version of herself across campus. "I want you to meet my boyfriend," Rachel said. The Bennet twins flew across the center quad, brown hair following blonde hair, but two pairs of almost slit-shaped eyes laughing at the other. Rachel pulled Morgan onto one of the little side streets along campus, where a large ivy-covered, red brick building framed the corner. The street sign read "December Street." Into the air conditioning they went – Morgan reveled in the cool air – and up a flight of stairs. A crowd of students milled about in front of one of the classrooms.

"Charlie!" Rachel called. A tall young man with shocks of red hair that seemed to flop over into his face turned and beamed at Rachel, who grabbed her sister and made a beeline for him.

"Charlie, this is my sister Morgan – she was on exchange in England over the summer."

Charlie turned. "Hi, Morgan. I'm Charlie Bingley."

"Nice to meet you, Charlie. R's mentioned you once. Or twice. Or hundreds of times."

Morgan gave a laugh as Rachel blushed. "M!"

"Relax, I'm joking. Or is that forbidden, too?"

"Of course not, M." Rachel seemed affronted; in a burst of affection, Morgan hugged her sister tightly. Rachel was the person Morgan had missed the most while on her research trip to England.

"Sorry, R."

Morgan looked at Charlie, who seemed amused. Then he asked, "You're twins?"

"15 minutes apart," Morgan answered. "She's older, but I'm more reckless, so it makes some sense. We're fraternal. She looks like Mom and I look like Dad."

Charlie nodded. "In the front then, Rach?"

Rachel, happier than she'd been since the beginning of their senior year of high school, grinned. With identical smiles plastered onto Rachel's and Morgan's faces, it was obvious they were twins. "Sure."

Morgan, on her own, took a seat in the back.

Ten minutes late, Professor Custer walked into the classroom full of laughing and talking college students. He was a short, balding man who carried an armful of books and a cup of coffee, and who would consistently manage to make comparisons of himself to the great general of the same name. "Hello."

No one moved.

"I'm Professor Custer." He paused. From the back of the room, Morgan could see Rachel slip her hand into Charlie's. Although happy for her sister, Morgan jealously wished that she could have some of that joy herself.

"We'll be studying history. And not just any history, but the history of our country. Along with your opinions, we will be delving further into the depths of historical discoveries and accuracies. This year, we'll study not just the Pilgrims, Indians, and wars, but the scandals and triumphs of this country."

Fascinated though she was, Morgan scribbled a quick note to Rachel.

I hear wedding bells already!

She sent the note flying up the aisle. Unfortunately, as Morgan watched the note, a hand was there to meet it. Morgan followed the hand and up the arm connected to it, and was finally staring into Professor Custer's eyes. He opened the scrap of paper, cleared his throat, and read, "'I hear wedding bells already.' What is this, high school?"

The class echoed with laughter. Rachel buried her head in her arms but Morgan looked straight ahead with perfect defiance. Professor Custer gave a grim little smile and walked down the aisle to where Morgan was sitting.

"I think we'll be very good friends, Ms. Bennet," he said, and turned away.

Somehow, Morgan didn't doubt it.

A/N: Very loosely based off Pride and Prejudice...nine more chapters to go. Morgan, obviously, is Elizabeth; Rachel is Jane. Please R&R!