Title : Just Perfect

Disclaimer : All the characters in this story belong to Marvel. I owe nothing!!

Author's Note : Jean Grey is finally getting married to Scott!! I just love that when it happened! This story takes in the Evo-verse so both Scott and Jean are of the same age. By the way, is Jean really older than Scott by 7 years or something?? I've read it in some fic and they stated that Jean is much older than Scott...... I apologize for the mistakes in the story as English isn't my native language....

Bold for telepathy

Italics for thoughts

Chapter 1: The Wedding

At the first light of dawn, Jean Grey climbed from beneath the cool sheets, grouped for her dressing robe in the dark, then settled into a chair at the window to watch the sun rise over her room on her wedding day. She bent her head and tried to pray. But al her prayers began with "Thank you" instead of "Please."

Scott had proposed to her about a year ago and today's the big day! The whole ordeal was making him awfully tense which led her to believe that he's about to leave her...

Flashback

"Jean, what do you say if we go and have some dinner tonight?" Scott asked. He was rather nervous tonight, Jean thought.

"Sure!" She quickly dismissed the thought. All the hectic life as an X-Men had left little time for them to relax and spend some time for each other.

"Okay, how about seven?" he seemed to relax a little.

"Perfect!"

Through most of the dinner, Scott remained silent. Truthfully, Scott wasn't feeling hungry at all. He was really nervous as his hand held onto the small velvet box in his pocket.

"Is there something wrong with the food? Why are you staring at it?" Jean finally broke the silence.

"Huh? Umm... no. Everything's fine." He assured her by giving her his boyish grin. He knew very well that Jean would forgive everything he had done just by flashing those smiles.

After they're done with their dinner, Jean decided to walk around the park when she noticed that Scott was not walking beside her. He was a few meters behind her and he seemed to be mumbling something to himself.

"Scott? What are you doing there?" Jean was starting to believe that Scott was about to break up with her.

"Nothing." Sensing that he wasn't going to tell her the thing that was bugging his, Jean started searching his mind. Immediately, she felt the walls around his mind snapped up. She was taken aback by that. Scott's a very private person, but he would always allow Jean to read his mind. Tears stung her eyes.

"Scott, don't do this to me... Please tell me whatever it is you're hiding. I swear you can confide in me. I promise I'll do my best to understand." She hugged him fiercely.

"I'm okay..." he let go of her grasp and cupped her face. "I just wanna tell you something."

Oh my God! Please don't tell me he's gonna break up with me... the thought was consuming her mind.

"I-I just wanna say I-I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He stuttered.

"What are you trying to say?" Jean asked dubiously.

"Jean, I'm not a kid anymore. I don't believe in love at first sight or that love conquers all. I don't believe in fairy tales and I don't believe in happy endings. But I do believe, that a man and a woman can complete each other and make each other happy." He paused for a moment to see her reactions. Then he bent down on one knee and took out the blue velvet box which he had been clutching all day. "You mean the world to me, Jean. Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" Scott looked up at her with a hopeful and yet nervous look on his face.

There was a long silence while Jean looked into his eyes despite his ruby quartz glasses covering his eyes. Finding her voice again, she finally answered weakly. "Yes..."

Unsure of what he heard, Scott asked again. "What?"

"I said yes!" she shouted joyfully and pulled him up on his feet. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" each word was punctuated with a kiss.

"Really? I mean, are you sure?" Scott asked, apparently he still couldn't believe his ears.

"Scott, how could you asked such question? I love you!" She sounded rather hurt.

"I-I'm sorry, Jean. I just couldn't believe that you agreed." He felt guilty for hurting her.

"Scott Summers, I love you will all my heart. Of course I will want to spend my life with you. And you better get it drilled into that thick skull of yours! We'll get married, have kids and we're going to grow old together." She said held his face tenderly.

Scott's face finally brightened and he couldn't stop grinning. "Sounds like a plan to me, Ms. Grey." He kissed her back passionately and held her tightly as if there's no tomorrow.

End of flashback

She heard the house slowly stirring to life, the sound of the servants moving about the halls, sounds of footsteps passing her door brought her back from her reverie. The wedding was not to begin until three o'clock, and that seemed like an eternity from now.

For hours, time scarcely seemed to move, and then, just after noon, time leap forward, picking up extraordinary speed. People scurried in and out of her bed chamber, while Jubilee sat perched upon the bed, watching Ororo brush Jean's thick auburn tresses until they shone. Kitty came into the room wearing a dressing robe, ready to slip into her gown, and Rouge was right on her heels. "Hello," Jean said in quiet, joyous tone.

"Nervous or just not talkative?" Kitty teased gaily.

"Neither. Just happy."

"Aren't ya the tiniest bit nervous?" Rouge persevered hopefully, darting a conspiratorial wink at Kitty and Jubilee. "I hope our Fearless Leader hasn't changed his mind."

"He hasn't," Jean assured her with her perfect serenity.

"Well!" Charles laughed, coming into the room, "I can see things are not much different than they are in the other side of the mansion this afternoon. Logan is driving Scott to the brink of madness."

"Is Scott nervous?" Jean asked incredulously.

"Beyond belief!" the old man said, smiling and wheeled himself to the bed beside Jubilee.

"Why?" Jean asked in alarm.

"Why? There are at least a dozen reasons why, and all of them are either directly or indirectly related to Logan. At ten o'clock this morning, Logan arrived at the house and he told Scott that as he passes by the front gate, a car was being loaded and he was quite, quite certain he saw you getting into it. Scott was already bounding down the stairs to come after you before Logan shouted that he was joking."

Jean smothered a laugh and her mentor said, "You may find that amusing, my dear, but Scott did not. After that, Logan convincingly reported that he had discovered a nonexistent plot among the groomsmen to kidnap Scott and delay his arrival at the wedding. Which is why all the twelve groomsmen are now cooling their heels under Scott's watchful eyes. And that is only the beginning."

"Poor Scott."

"Poor Logan," Charles corrected dryly. "I came here because I couldn't bear to watch my eldest student killing Logan, which is what Scott was threatening—rather seriously, I might add—to do if Logan came within arm's reach of him again."

Time flew on rapid, beating wings, and suddenly Jean was fully dressed, walking into the bedroom for her best friend and Charles's inspection.

"Oh my dear child," the man on the wheel chair gasped, his eyes shining with wonder. "I have never seen anything like you in all my life!" He surveyed Jean's ivory, pearl-encrusted gown. Its low, square-cut bodice hugged Jean's full bosom, the tapered to a narrow waistline, where a gold chain with clusters of diamonds and pearls set in each shining link rode low on her hips. The undersleeves were tightly fitted satin tubes terminating in deep points at the tops of her, hands, but the satin oversleeves, stiffly encrusted with pearls, ended in wide bells at her elbows. A flowing satin cape trailed behind her, bordered in pearls, and attached at her shoulders with jeweled links that matched those at her waist. She wore no veil. Instead, her long hair was pulled back off her forehead. It cascaded over he shoulders in curving waves, ending in soft thick curls, midway down her back. Scott has once said he liked it best this way.

When he finally spoke, tears of happiness and pride thickened his voice. "We should leave early for the church. Your father said there were crowds of spectators already gathering when he passed there hours ago, and he said that traffic was dreadfully bogged down."

In the large anteroom of the church, twelve groomsmen looked up hopefully as Logan came in from a side door. He walked over to Scott who was leaning against a table, his rigid features reflecting the gathering storm brewing within him as it seemed more and more likely that Jean had jilted him at the altar. Logan, however, was imperturbably cheerful as he approached him. "The bride is here."

Candles illuminated the aisles and the altar of the church. The organ pipes gave forth an expectant note, and then music rose majestically, filling the echoing church from its marble floor to the high-vaulted ceilings.

One by one, Jean watched her twelve bridesmaids drift down the aisle. Kitty accepted he bouquet from the maid and straightened her train, then she turned to Jean with a soft smile. "Your sister, Sara, gave me a message, which I am to give you at this moment. She is extremely sorry for not being here on your wedding day but she said to tell you, 'Bon Voyage'!"

The poignant message from Sara almost shattered Jean's composure. Tears momentarily blurred her vision and she purposefully focused here eyes on Rouge, who was just stepping out into the aisle in a trail of apple-green silk and satin. Alone now with her father with whom she had only exchanged polite, impersonal comments since he arrival for the wedding two days ago. Her parents were disappointed that their perfect daughter was a mutant and she's going to marry another mutant! The strongest objection came from her mother when she told them that Scott had proposed to her. She still couldn't accept the fact that her daughter chose to be with Scott. Which is why she refused to attend her daughter's wedding.

Jean turned to him. He looked austere and gruff. "Are you nervous, Daddy?" she asked softly, watching him.

"Nothing to be nervous about," he said in an oddly hoarse voice. "I'm walking down the aisle with the most beautiful female in the world on my arm." He looked at her and Jean saw his eyes were moist as he added, "Don't suppose you'll believe this, but I never would have promised you Scott if I didn't think he was man enough to handle—no, the man for you," he corrected clumsily. "I thought to myself that first day, when he came to the house that the two of you were cut from the same cloth, and I agreed to his suit right then."

Jean's eyes were misty as she leaned up and kissed his furrowed brow. "Thank you for telling me that, Daddy. I love you too."

The organ music suddenly stopped, followed by a long moment of suspenseful silence, then it gave forth tow expectant blasts, and Jean laid her trembling hand upon her father's arm.

With the music soaring through the eaves, hushed silence as she took each step, Jean stared down the long aisle.

Scott had carried a picture in his mind of how she would look at this moment—a picture of a beautiful bride in a veil and flowing white gown. But the vision he saw coming toward him snatched his breath away. Pride burst within him, exploding through his entire body until he ached with it. No bride has ever, ever looked the way she did. Jean was coming to him without shyness, without even a veil to cover herself from him. as he watched, she raised her eyes to his—then kept them there—deliberately letting every man, woman and child in that church to see that she was proud to be going to him.

Her luxuriant hair spilled over her shoulders, the gold chain that rode her slender hips swayed gracefully with each step, and behind her trailed a magnificent cape glowing with pearls. "Oh my God," Scott whispered in his heart.

The crowd watched as in anticipation as Scott stepped forward, his tall frame resplendent in rich purple velvet. They saw him take her hand and smile into her eyes—and they knew he said something to her. But only Jean heard his softly spoken, "Hello, my love." The sight of the handsome man gazing upon his beautiful bride with such gentle pride brought handkerchiefs to eyes before the couple ever began to say their vows.

Scott led her to the altar, to take her place beside him, the place that would be hers for eternity.

Jean stood with her hand in his strong, reassuring grasp. When the archbishop asked her to repeat her vows, she returned to Scott and lifted her eyes to meet his warm, reassuring gaze. She made her voice sound firm and sure, but she was promising to obey him, Scott's expression changed. He lifted one brow in a look of such humorous skepticism that Jean almost missed a word she choked back a stunned giggle.

At last they were pronounced man and wife; the organ music rose and swelled; and Scott claimed his right to kiss his bride. It was such a chance peck, so unlike the kiss he had ever given her before, that Jean's eyes registered a visible surprise. I will have to practice, Scott whispered teasingly in her mind as they turned, until I get the hang of it.

His gloriously beautiful wife nodded with sham solemnity and whispered demurely, I shall be happy to help you with your lessons, Mr. Summers.

Thank you, Mrs. Grey-Summers. His shoulders were shaking with laughter as he left the altar with his wife on his arm.

Okay, that's all for the first chapter. So what do you think? Do let me know your opinions! :D