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To Know In Your Heart

By

Moonchampion

Jean had just reached the top of the stairs, and was heading for her room. Her boyfriend, Duncan Matthews had just brought her back home from school. Jean was a little more tired than usual, but she just chalked it up to stress. After all, her mid-term exams started tomorrow. Of course she was ready for them, she always was. Yet, it must be the result of being a telepath. Everyone else around her was stressing out about them.

"That's it! Ah can't take it anymore!" shouted Rogue as she stormed out of her room.

"Hey, Rogue," called Jean, "what's wrong?"

"It's Kitty," groaned Rogue. "She's keeps writing all the possible names she's gonna take when she gets married. She's been at it over an hour, and it's driving me nuts. She keeps asking me which one sounds the best." Rogue walked past Jean, and started down the steps. "I'll be in the study. Maybe I'll find some peace and quiet there."

Jean continued towards Kitty's room and gave a brief knock on the door. "Hey, Kitty, can I come in?"

"Jean!" cried Kitty with a very enthused voice. "Sure! Here, maybe you can help me? How do these names sound?" Kitty turned in her chair at the desk so that she was facing Jean, who was now sitting on the edge of Kitty's bed. "Okay here goes. Kitty Alvers."

"Alvers? You're thinking about marrying Lance?!" asked Jean astonished.

"Hey, I'm just trying the names out," said Kitty. She noticed that Jean started to giggle. "Come on, I'm serious."

"Okay, okay. I won't laugh. Go ahead," said Jean.

Kitty continued. "Okay. Kitty Alvers." Jean thought for a moment, and then shook her head. "How about Kitty Pryde-Alvers?" Again Jean shook her head. "Kitty Alvers-Pryde? Kitty Worthington?" Still to all these names Jean shook her head. "How about Kitty Summers?"

"Wait a minute? You actually considered Scott?" asked Jean.

"Maybe?" answered Kitty timidly. "Of course there's always Alex," she added immediately. "But anyway, what do you think?" Once again Jean shook her head. "Oh no! I'm going to be single for the rest of my life!"

"Vhy don't you try Kitty Vagner?" said Kurt, who was standing at the door with a smile on his face. He had obviously overheard some of the names Kitty had been calling out.

"Kurt!" cried Kitty as she hurled a pillow in his direction. Kurt quickly disappeared in a cloud of brimstone. "Hey guys! Guess what!" Kitty and Jean both heard Kurt's voice now coming from downstairs.

"I'll be back, I have to go and murder someone right now," said Kitty as she stood up and phased through the floor.

Jean was now alone in Kitty's room. She got up and walked over to the desk and stared at the long list of possible wedded names for Kitty. Then, for some reason, Jean decided to sit down at Kitty's desk, and start a list of her own. Jean picked up the pen and began writing names. "Jean Matthews? No. Perhaps Jean Grey-Matthews? Oh no, that's even worse." She even tried Jean Matthews Grey, but wouldn't work either. "Maybe I'll keep my maiden name," she said to herself, "or maybe Duncan's not the one."

Jean stared at the names she had written, and then decided to try someone else. "Jean Worthington… Jean Logan? Boy where did that come from? Okay, now I'm getting desperate here?" Jean pushed the paper away for a moment. Then, she heard a knock on the door.

"Hey, Jean," said a voice. Jean turned around to see Scott Summers standing in the doorway. "Kitty said you might be here. I was wondering if you were ready for your flying lessons."

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I'll meet you in the hanger in a few minutes," said Jean. Scott nodded and then turned and left. As she heard him descend the stairs, Jean glanced back at the paper she had been jotting the names down on. "Hmm," she said, and then she started scribbling down a few more names. "Jean Summers. Mrs. Jean Summers. Mrs. Jean Grey-Summers." A small giggle escaped her lips. "Wow, they all seem to fit perfectly…." Jean stared at the papers for a while, but then stood up and tossed the paper into the wastebasket, "…but Scott and I are just friends. We both like it that way." And with that Jean continued out the door and headed to the hanger.

TO BE CONTINUED…