The look on Kurt's face was still fresh in T.J.'s mind as she was led down the hall to Storm's room.

Shortly after Kurt had asked what T.J.'s last name was, Storm had come out with the Professor, and Storm had all but dragged her away from and awed Kurt.

There was something they weren't telling her, and she knew it. Kurt had asked what her last name was, and she'd told him. It was then that Kurt stopped talking. He just stared at her like she was some kind of ghost from Christmas past or something. For a moment before Storm had led her off, T.J. thought he'd stopped breathing. Did a last name really have that kind of effect on these people?

They came to Storm's room and Storm opened the door for her. When T.J. stepped inside, her first thought was that the students really did get better rooms. Storm's was small compared to all the other rooms T.J. had seen.

"What is this all about?" Asked T.J. once she'd found her voice, "Why did you drag me away like that? We were having a good conversation!"

"The Professor saw something when performing the mind read on Kurt, T.J." Said Storm.

"What do you mean? What did he see? Is it bad?"

"No. Actually, it's good. It's scary, but it's good. At least...that's the way Kurt sees it."

T.J. was slowly becoming more confused than she already was, "What are you talking about?"

"The night you had that weird dream, Kurt had one, too." Said Storm, "He seemed just as freaked out about his as you had been about yours."

"So?"

"So, Kurt only thought it was a dream. He thought that it was just one of those dreams people have that don't make sense."

"Again: So?"

"When the Professor performed the mind reading, he discovered that the dream was not just a dream, but supressed memories. Memories that Kurt had forgotten over time."

"That's possible?"

"If the memory is too painful to remember, then yes, it's possible to forget an entire part of your life."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"The memory that the Professor found...he saw..." Storm sighed with frustration. There was no easy way to say this than to just say it, "He saw you in it, T.J."

T.J. stared at her with disbelief, "What?"

"In Kurt's dream, he saw someone running frantically away from something or someone. The person in the dream was him."

"Where exactly do I fit into this whole thing?" But T.J. already had an idea. Her dream had been the same...

"In Kurt's dream, he was holding something that he was trying to protect. He kept it close to him at all times and made sure it was safe."

T.J. only nodded because she couldn't speak. Her throat was too dry.

"That bundle was a baby, T.J. And that baby...that baby was you."

T.J. swollowed a few times before answering, "So what does that mean?"

"Kurt had a child. He remembers that much after the mind reading. What he didn't know, was who it was. The Professor insisted...that it was you, T.J."

All T.J. could manage was a whisper, "What?"

"The Professor said that he believed the child in the dream was you. Kurt didn't believe it."

"But you do?"

Storm shrugged, "Quite frankly, I'm not too sure what I believe."

T.J. looked at the ground. She went back to the conversation she'd had with Kurt in the hallway. He'd asked her what her last name was and he'd freaked out when she'd told him. She remembered that her mother had insisted that T.J. take her father's last name, even though she herself refused to do so. Was it possible...

"Storm, what is Kurt's last name?"

Storm looked fairly confused, but answered nonetheless, "Wagner. Why?"

"Wagner? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

That would be why he freaked out. He hadn't believed what the Professor had said until he'd heard that name.

"My last name is Wagner." Whispered T.J.

Storm looked at T.J. in disbelief, "It is?"

T.J. only nodded. She didn't know what else to say. What else was there to say?

"Can I go back to my room, now?" Asked T.J. Her voice seemed flat and tired. Storm nodded and moved out of the way of the door.

Once T.J. had left the room, she ran as fast as she could until she came to the door that led to her room. She opened it and spilled inside, panting heavily. After eighteen years, she'd finally met her father. She'd finally seen what he looked like and she suddenly realized that what her mother had said wasn't the least bit true. One thing she knew, she was scared. She half hoped that this was all just a really bad practical joke that they were playing on her. But in the back of her mind and deep inside her heart, she knew that this was all real.

She moved toward the window like she was in a dream. It was getting dark outside. The end of her third day at the manor.

She thought about her mother. Would she be betraying her if she stayed here with Kurt and the others? She had promised herself that she'd find her mother no matter what the cost. Was she letting her mother down? Her eyes grew wide as she suddenly realized that she had to choose. She had to choose between her mother, who she'd known all her life, the woman who'd raised her for as long as she could remember, or her father, who she'd barely known for three days. Not even that seeing as how she pretty much tried to avoid him the whole time.

She thought back to what she knew. She had last tracked her mother in San Fransisco, California. If she could get there and find her, maybe she wouldn't feel like she needed Kurt. It was a horrible thing to think about, but it was the only life she'd ever known.

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Storm and the Professor had finally managed to get Kurt to go talk to T.J. It had been almost an hour since Storm had told her what had been found inside that room, and Kurt decided that he had to face this at some point.

He slowly walked down the hall, thinking about what he was going to say to her. How did one start a conversation with the daughter they never knew they had?

He came up to the door and sighed. Maybe it would be easier as soon as he saw her. Maybe...

He knocked and waited...and waited, and waited. Nothing. He knocked again, and again no answer.

"T.J.?" He reluctantly called, "Are you in there?"

He decided that he'd have to open the door if he was going to see the girl at all. He turned the knob and pushed the door open...and was horrified to find no one in the room.

What do you think? I think this story is almost over. Trust me, my faithful readers, there will be a happy ending. It might not happen in this story, however...Hmmmm

Anyway, read and review. Yes, I wrote three chapters in one day for those of you who want to know. Many of you who are avid readers of my stories know, however, that I do this alot. I'll often get into a story so much that I just can't stop writing. And seeing as this story is almost done, I'm really into it.