A/N: I'm seriously thinking on your lemon suggestion. Promise to get back to you on that soon. We'll see what progress I make.

"And in other news this morning, Silas Morton and his daughter, Myra, were found murdered. A maid discovered them when she came in to wake the daughter. Police are still speculating as to how the murderer got past the security system of the Morton house. Other details about the murders are still vague.

"Silas Morton was a well-known mutant advocate, and owner of Silas Corporation, the company which holds the patent for the genetic coding machine. With Silas now gone, the corportaion will reportedly pass into the hands of Dr. Akiko Hayashi, a little known scientist who has worked for the company for over thirty years."

"Somebody turn that off," Logan grumbled.

"That's really depressing this early in the morning," Kitty grumbled into her cereal. Rogue gave her a disdainful look.

"That's life," Rogue told her. "Bet you anything that Hayashi had Silas bumped off."

"That is so terrible!" Kitty protested.

"But you know she would sure think about it. I mean, she was only one step from dominating this company. The kid probably just got in the way, so she had to have them both offed."

"You are sick!"

"At least I don't talk with my mouth full."

"I don't talk about killing people so calmly!"

"Cut it out, you two," Scott told them. "The last thing we need is a cat fight this early."

Kurt walked in and grinned cheerfully at everyone. Kitty stuck her tongue out at Rogue, who turned her back. Chuckling, Kurt got himself some cereal.

"What are you so happy about, Kurt? I thought you had a big History test today," Kitty pointed out. Kurt grinned.

"No, that is Jean. I have a test in my science class, but that is not why I am happy."

"Then what is making you smile like that, sugar?" Rogue asked.

"No reason," Kurt answered, gulping down the last of his cereal and hurrying out. Rogue started laughing.

"What?" Kitty asked, standing up to put her bowl in the sink.

"I think he's got himself a girl again," Rogue told her. "He was blushing when he left."

"How can you tell?"

"He turns a little purple in the cheeks. Come on, sugar, we'll be late." Behind them, the television continued speaking,

"Also, a young girl has been reported missing. Her name is Li Schrimer, and she was reported missing very early this morning. If anyone knows her whereabouts, they are to please contact the Silas Corporation."

***

"So, Jean, how did the history test go?" Scott asked. Jean groaned and ran a hand through her hair.

"I think I completely failed it. I just couldn't concentrate after last night."

"What was last night?" Scott looked confused. Jean sighed.

"I'll tell you later, okay? I don't want to be late to class." Jean headed off down the hallway, because she had a Chemistry class, and one that she was barely scraping through this quarter. All this X-Men business was really interfering with her grades.

She supposed that no one else was doing any better. Judging from the last round of report cards, no one was going to do more than scrape by, except for Kurt. Somehow he was getting above average grades.

"Although, he has known he was a mutant a lot longer than any of us," Jean muttered to herself. With a sigh, she slid into her seat and pulled out her Chemistry notebook.

If anyone could blame Jean for anything, it was not for sloppy notes. Her notebook was almost full, with sidenotes about what exactly the desired reaction would look like, and how long it had taken to achieve the results.

Her teacher, Miss Klenstein, knew that Jean was an 'A' student, and she was forever getting on Jean's case about her work. Today, it seemed, would be no exception. As soon as Jean began to finish her homework, Miss Klenstein walked over to her desk.

"Jean, why didn't you finish that last night?"

"I fell asleep on it," Jean answered truthfully. She showed her the smudging. Miss Klenstein sighed.

"Jean, you need to do something about your study habits. You should do this first thing when you get home." Miss Klenstein tapped Jean's homework.

"I will today," Jean promised, hoping no one would notice her crossed fingers. She just had a lot on her mind lately, and being an X-man meant you had to put something on the back burner. For a while, it would be her studies.

Being a doctor was going to be a lot harder than Jean had originally thought.