I Thee Wed

Posted on Sat May 31st, 2025 @ 5:52pm by Jean Grey-Summers & Scott Summers

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Mission: Episode 6: X-Fernus Agenda
Location: X-Mansion
Timeline: January 27, 1991 - Evening

The mansion had been a bustling hive of activity thanks to the dozens of vendors that came and went in preparation for Scott and Jean’s wedding. The first floor and grounds had been transformed into an extravagant and elegant venue to host the large number of guests that were slowly arriving.

~* ‘I’m nervous, please tell me that you’re nervous too.’ *~ Jean pleaded with Scott through their psychic rapport. While they had parted ways earlier that day to get ready for their wedding, apparently telepathic communication was not part of the tradition of not seeing one another before the ceremony. ~* ‘I have a million butterflies in my stomach.’ *~

~I’m absolutely nervous,~ Scott replied, adjusting the cuffs of his tuxedo as Warren fussed with his bowtie for the third time. ~But not about marrying you. That part I’ve never been more sure of in my life. It’s everything else. The tux. The vows. The fact that Bobby just threatened to ice my shoes as a “wedding prank”~

~* ‘Cold feet, ha!’ *~ Jean replied, she really was stressed if Bobby’s antics were funny. ~* ‘But if he actually does that I will kill him.’ *~

Scott glanced around at his groomsmen, who were all in various states of polished chaos, then focused back in on her voice in his mind.

~But you’re the calm in my chaos. Always have been. I’d walk through another war zone if it meant getting to the part where you say ‘I do.’ So yes… butterflies. Big ones. But they’re all flying in your direction~

~* ‘Sweet talking me even now? You already got the girl, Summers.’ *~ Jean couldn’t help but smirk despite the makeup artist attempting to apply lipstick to her lips while her mother fussed over the wrinkles in her veil and her sister somehow packed two left shoes. ~* ‘But part of me might be regretting not just running off to Vegas, this place is chaotic too.’ *~

Both of their dressing rooms began to erupt with bustling disorder as the winter sun finally set and the lights outside and the lights across the mansion grounds lit up. Scott felt a flutter of excitement and anticipation from Jean as everything suddenly became very real. ~* ‘I guess this is it, Slim. I’ll see you on the other side.’ *~

Scott gave a small smile to himself, reaching for the collar of his tux one last time as Jean’s presence faded from his mind like the last note of a song. ~See you there, Red~

He turned toward the door and found Warren already holding it open, his expression the definition of practiced nonchalance.

“Alright, now I'm ready to go make every other woman feel jealous,” Scott said, mirroring Warren's confident swagger.

“Easy there, Scott, you’re practically a married man. Let us single guys be the source of heated desire.” Warren said with a chuckle as he pinned a boutonnière to the lapel of Scott’s tuxedo. He double checked that it was straight before he looked over the groom one last time. Scott was sharply dressed and dashing in his tuxedo, Warren didn’t mention it out loud but he was proud of Scott.

This moment felt surreal, seeing his teenage friends grow up and marry one another. Jean had been everyone’s crush at one point or another but Scott had managed to woo and keep her. Never in a million years did Warren think that was possible, had he been a gambling man he would have lost.

“I can’t believe you did it, you son of a bitch.” Warren chuckled and patted Scott’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s get you married off.”

The groomsmen made their way down the hall towards the back patio of the mansion. The grounds had been covered in fresh fallen snow thanks to Bobby, making everything pristine and serene as glittering snow blanketed everything the eye could see. A perfectly executed walkway had been carved across the patio that led to a large clear plastic tent that had been set up on the lawn, positioned right next to the oversized willow tree that was the crown jewel of the property.

In the warmer months the willow tree provided shade and sanctuary, but it was also the place where Scott and Jean had their first date and where the start of their love story really began. For the wedding, the barren tree had been covered in a thin layer of ice that turned it crystalline. Spotlights had been placed around it so it shone and dazzled in the winter darkness like a winter chandelier.

As Scott neared the tent the string quartet housed inside began to play. Their harmonious melody created a buzz of excitement from the guests inside the tent, their song heralding the start of the ceremony. A few heads turned around but most merely fidgeted and settled into their seats in preparation.

“Such class,” Hank said from behind them, trailing in at a more thoughtful pace. He adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat as he clasped Scott’s shoulder. “Let me offer, if I may, a line from Donne: ‘Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.’ That sort of transcendent connection is what you and Jean have. And it’s a marvel.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bobby chimed in with a smirk, tugging at his cuffs like he was born in a tux. “Real poetic, Hank. But I got one too: ‘Don't mess up your vows, Slim. Or Jean’ll make you relive the moment for the rest of your life.’” He grinned. “I’m kidding. Kinda.”

Scott laughed, heart pounding with something that wasn’t quite nerves anymore. “Thanks, guys.”

The bridal party lined up and paired off in their predetermined order. The row of bridesmaids in their forest green, satin gowns and the groomsmen in their crisp tuxedos all began to walk down the aisle pair by pair until Scott was left standing alone outside the tent. Waiting for his cue and taking a few leveling breaths he entered.

The inside of the tent had been transformed into a garden out of a fairytale. Warmed for comfort and illuminated with candles and twinkling fairy lights, the mood was dreamy and inviting. Thick garlands of evergreen and flowers were hung from every bow and aisle, teaming with flowers of different shapes and sizes. Rather than flash colors the required coordination all the flowers were white, the emphasis was on texture and visual intrigue, a subtle consideration for a groom who saw everything in a shade of red. At the end of the aisle was a large archway of more white flowers and Kurt stood beneath it dressed in his vestments. The clear roof of the tent allowed the crystallized willow tree to hang over them, sparking like nature made chandeliers. It was magical and romantic, inviting but elegant, intimate yet grand all at the same time.

Scott paused just before the aisle, letting the full sight of it wash over him.

Professor Xavier had been waiting in the back, eager to have private words with the groom and bride, each in turn. “This is the part where you stop breathing for a second.”

“I know,” Scott murmured.

“So breathe.” Xavier chuckled at his surrogate son. “And then claim your bride.”

Up ahead, Kurt stood near the arch with a solemn grace, dressed in a trim clerical black coat lined in silver, with the same reverence brought to every solemn matter. He gave Scott a nod, which was the cue to begin.

Once Scott made his way to his place at the end of the aisle, he turned around and faced the audience. At one point in time he had been worried that his side of the chairs would be empty but that was far from the case tonight. Every seat was filled with a smiling face that he recognized, a sea of people who loved him and wanted to help him celebrate his union with the woman he loved. No longer a lost and lonely orphan, Scott was surrounded by people who cared for him and loved him.

In the front row was Alaric, dressed in his unusual attire that might pass for some sort of posh Eastern European garb if no one looked twice, and looking like the fish out of water that he was. It did Sott’s heart proud to see his son and to share in this auspicious day with him.

Reed Richards was there, of course, sitting on his side of the aisle despite Sue being a bridesmaid. Ben Grimm and Johnny Storm sat on opposite ends of their row, arms folded and scowling at one another, no doubt bickering over something or other.

Cameron Hodge was even present, in the back row, but still attending.

Ty and Tandy from the Beat Street Club elected to sit on Jean’s side, which was understandable given her hard work with them.

But what he could scarcely believe from his own eyes was the sight of Shiro Yoshida, his erstwhile adversary turned ally. Without his help in narrowing down scans in the Pacific Ocean, Scott might never have retraced the forgotten steps to Krakoa where Jean had been held captive for so many months.

Even Pietro Maximoff had taken a seat on Scott’s side, perhaps due to the overcrowded number of guests on the bride’s half, but it was still a warm gesture that Scott took to heart.

None of that mattered, though, once the Wedding March began to play. All chatter ceased and every eye turned to the back once the first notes sounded. Scott’s attention turned to tunnel vision in anticipation for the long-waited appearance of Jean, his dream girl, his forever.

“Professor.” Jean reached out and took his hand and squeezed it briefly as she collected herself before walking down the aisle.

“Jean.” That was all which passed between them that could be overheard. ~You are beautiful and the day is yours. Embrace it, as you always have—with grace, with courage, and with your heart wide open~

Jean nodded her head in agreement and he watched her already fighting back the happy tears. She was no longer a lost child who was failing to thrive because of her mutation. Today she shone like the radiant young woman she was, proof that life would continue and flourish despite any and all adversity.

“You ready to go, Sunshine?” Dr. Grey asked his daughter as he offered his arm to her.

“Yeah, Dad, let’s go.” Jean agreed as she took his arm and adjusted her oversized bouquet.
They made their way to the tent and the entire wedding party stood to greet Jean as she made her way down the aisle. As she came into view the crowd murmured and sighed in response to her appearance.
Jean was a vision of a bride, a picture perfect embodiment of grace and joy, she radiated with a glow that came from within. Her brilliant waterfall of red hair was carefully styled in soft curls before being adorned with a delicate veil. Her makeup was polished and timeless, enhancing her striking features without overshadowing her natural beauty.
Jean’s dress was a crisp and elegant white with a form fitting bodice that hugged and accentuated the soft lines and gentle curves of her body before its skirt filled out into a flowing ball gown that would make any princess jealous. There weren’t a ton of extra frills or bedazzling to the dress, its clean and flattering silhouette showcased her stunning figure rather than overwhelming it.
The emerald necklace Scott has given her for Christmas adorned her bare necklace. The green stone matched the color of her eyes and pulled attention towards her face and her ethereal expression.
As she made her way down the aisle, Jean’s gaze remained fixed on Scott as she took slow and steady steps towards him. Her eyes were bright and sparkled with a touch of emotion that simmered under the surface while an everlasting smile graced her face.
Scott Summers was not a man often frozen in the moment. He was trained, disciplined, capable of seeing through any situation with razor precision. But none of that meant anything now. Because when Jean stepped into view, the world simply stopped.
She looked more than gorgeous. Not just beautiful—though she was that, undeniably—but like an entirely new category unto herself. Something eternal. Like the moment had crystallized around her presence, and everything else faded into an unworthy blur. Her smile disarmed him. Her gaze anchored him. Her walk toward him felt like destiny in action.

~You look like starlight,~ Scott said through the psychic rapport, his mental voice a hushed reverence. He exhaled when he realized he had been holding his breath. ~Like every reason I’ve ever had to fight and hope and dream… made flesh~

Outwardly, Scott didn’t move except to straighten his shoulders and square his jaw the way he always did when something mattered more than he could say. As Jean drew nearer, his eyes never left hers, even behind the crimson hue of his ruby-quartz glasses. His expression, though stoic by habit, was unmistakably softened by the curve of a smile that was reserved for only her.

~* ‘You’re going to make me cry.’ *~ He saw her lower lip quiver not just from his words but from the myriad of emotions that swirled between them. Jean didn’t know that she could be so undeniably happy, it was the most complicated and simplest feeling she had ever experienced. She loved Scott with everything that was and this moment made all those feelings into something that everyone could see.

Jean had lost track of her walk and it wasn’t until her father gave her arm a squeeze that she realized they were standing across from Scott under the floral archway for their vows.

Dr. Grey let go of Jean’s arm and gave her hand one final squeeze before giving her freehand to Scott. “Take care of our little girl.” The man’s voice cracked from the weight of his own emotions. “She’s precious to us.”

When John and Elaine Grey had sought out Charles Xavier to help with their troubled daughter, they never imagined that her time at his school wouldn’t just restore her but it would give her purpose and love. The people she met there would become her extended family and dear friends. Especially Scott, who would become her future and her reason for living.

Scott met Dr. Grey’s eyes with quiet respect as the man placed Jean’s hand in his. There were no words, none that could possibly bear the weight of the promise in that exchange, so Scott simply nodded once, solemnly, respectfully. His hand curled gently, protectively, around Jean’s fingers, and the slight squeeze he gave her was full of wordless vows. He would cherish her. He would fight for her. He already had.

Dr. Grey kissed Jean on the cheek before stepping away and joining her mother who was already sobbing into a handkerchief before the ceremony had even begun.

Jean briefly turned and handed her bouquet to her sister and matron of honor, Sarah. Then the couple were alone in front of a room full of people who loved them. Taking each other’s hands and holding onto them tightly, they beamed and gazed at one another with total and complete adoration.

Scott ignored the whispering banter of his groomsmen, whether it was encouragement or otherwise. As far as he was concerned, nobody else mattered except the woman whose hands he held.

“Dearly beloved,” Kurt began, his golden eyes sweeping across the crowd, “ve are gasthered here today on zhese glorious mansion grounds to celebrate somzhing zhat is rare… und powerful… und beautiful.” He smiled at Jean and Scott as he went on. “Two lives, vith every imaginable obstacle before zhem, found each ozher.”

There was a gentle murmur of agreement through the audience.

“Marriage,” Kurt continued, turning more fully to the gathering, “is such a powerful force in zhis vorld, it demanded its own vord. Zhere is nosthingk else like it. No one tells you to be married. You do not stumble into it. You choose it. You choose a person to love, und zhen you choose to love zhem in a vay zhat demands ze rest of ze vorld to take notice.”

He glanced between Scott and Jean, then back out toward the crowd.

“It is for zhat reason ve are here today. To bear witness. To stand behind zhem. To give zhem our hearts as zhey give zheirs to each osther. Because no two people deserve each osther more.” He paused, and then looked skyward briefly, his next words softer but no less powerful.

“To love is ze greatest miracle ve are given. It is ze power to make mortals divine.” He turned back to Scott and Jean, giving them a warm nod. “And so… let us begin. Is zhere ze ring?”

Warren stepped forward and offered an oversized jewelry box to Kurt who accepted it as solemnly as any holy emblem. “Zhank you,” he said to Warren before turning back to Jean and Scott. “And hef you prepared ze vows?”

Jean smirked as Scott as she tightly squeezed his hands, a brief and silent conversation occurring between them as they drew strength and composure from one another.

“There were times I was lost, and you found me,” Scott began, his words a reference to the lonely little boy he was when he had first met Jean

“There were days which were heavy, and you lightened my heart,” Jean replied. Those who knew her as a child knew how withdrawn and sullen she had been before meeting Scott.

“Through it all, since the day when we met, there was you for me, and me for you. That hasn’t changed. That will never change,” Scott continued as their promises of forever passed through his mind.

“Times have been good, and times have been bad, and still, our love has endured and triumphed.” Jean reached out for the wedding band that they had selected for Scott from Tiffany’s. It was of white gold with a centered stripe of rose gold that matched her engagement ring. But the personalized part of the band was a small emerald embedded inside the band against his skin. A metaphor for the piece of Jean that he carried with him always.

Sliding the band halfway onto his finger, Jean continued, “I take Scott Summers to be my lawfully wedded husband.”

Scott did the same with her wedding band, her’s too had a small stone embedded in the band. A piece of ruby red quartz just like the glasses he wore every day.

“I take Jean Grey to be my lawfully wedded wife,” Scott declared as he slid the ring on her finger.

They completed their vows in unison. A promise they had made countless times now proclaimed in front of everyone they knew and loved.

“Through pain and passion, through sorrow and hope, through death and through life. No matter what tomorrow may bring, we will face it together. You are my forever and when forever ends, we will do it all again.”

Kurt smiled, a gleam of tears catching in the corners of his golden eyes. His heart, so often light and full of mischief, was heavy now, but only in the best way. Full. Humbled. Honored. He closed the small leather book and stepped forward with a voice that resonated deep and clear, not just to the ears but to the hearts of all gathered.

“Many vaters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sveep it avay.” Clearing his throat, Kurt prepared himself to deliver the final words. “Und so, by ze power vested in me by ze Holy See und ze State of New York…” His voice hitched for just a breath, reverent and sincere. “I now pronounce you husband und vife.”

He gave them both a small bow, then stepped back with a devilish grin. “Scott,” he said, tail swishing, “you may kiss your bride.”

And Scott didn’t wait. He pulled Jean to him with both hands cupped to her face and kissed her like a man drowning who had found air, like he’d been waiting not just all morning or all week, but for every day that had come before this one. His lips crushed against hers in joyful abandon, his hands trembling where they touched her, full of love and life and a future he could now finally call his.

Jean moved with him as they melded and molded together in that perfect way that could only be achieved from the decade of love that they had shared with one another. She reached out and placed her hands on his chest as they dared to deepen and prolong this magic kiss. Their hearts opened to one another and that spark of love ignited between them as their psyches swirled and linked together in another version of intimacy.

It was in this moment when love flowed so openly and freely between them that Jean dropped some of her telepathic walls and allowed their emotions to be shared with everyone in attendance.

What everyone felt in that moment was unbridled, unconditional love.

Love that had been forged in friendship and turned to passion. Love that had saved them and healed them. Love that could redefine the world by making the impossible possible. Love that was timeless and pure.

Jean’s gift to all of them was a moment to bask in that type of love because it was so powerful and inspiring. Scott and Jean were one soul living in two bodies and no one could dispute the awesome gift that their love was.

“Ladies und gentlemen,” Kurt said, hand outstretched, “allow me to introduce Mr. and Mrs. Scott Summers!”

The Ode to Joy began to play, signaling for Scott and Jean to make their exit. They quickly greeted every row as they passed, making haste for the bridesmaids and groomsmen who followed them out.

“Mrs. Summers,” Scott said as though sampling the taste of something. “You know? I really like the sound of that.”

“Let’s hope so.” Jean replied as they returned to the room where Scott had gotten ready. They were practically floating from the euphoria of their nuptials. “Because it’s canon now.”

- END -

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