Jean was frozen to the spot. She was unsure of how it happened, but she new it was a certain couple of scientists fault.

Recently Forge and Dr. McCoy had been working on a project that used similar technology to Cerebro that enhanced certain mutants' powers. The Professor had described it as getting a glimpse into the future evolution of a certain x-gene. Jean had wanted to be the first to try it out, wanting to see where telepathy and telekinesis would go in a few generations. Unfortunately, this happened.

"Ms. Grey! Are you alright?" Dr. McCoy raced out of the observation room towards the recently graduated high school student. Scott and Forge followed quickly after, knowing that the confrontation of events had not even broken the surface.

"WHAT did I DO?" Jean screamed at them. "Look at this! How the hell did I do that? There is no way telepathy can do that! Even in an advanced state!"

Forge pulled out a small pocket computer and started franticly crunching numbers while Scott and Dr. McCoy tried to calm the frantic woman. She had long past whipped off the strangely shaped helmet that now lay abandoned on the floor not far away.

"Acording to these calculations you managed to use you're telekinesis and focused telepathy to create some sort of... time.. space... blob.. thing."

"Forge! What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Scott was frustrated. The poor technician flinched at the anger.

"Scott, as... complicated as this situation is, I believe the how and what are not the prominent issue at the moment. Don't you agree?" The Professor had just rolled into the lab and the interesting situation. Through his steepled fingers a comical grin crossed his face. It was going to be an interesting couple of days.

"I'm sorry, Professor. It's just, this can't be right? And what do we do with them until Forge can reverse this?"

"As trying as this may be, it is no different than a battle out in the field. We must do this as a team. Let us begin with Jean. Jean, do you remember what happened right before it happened?"

"Umm... I remember Logan and Gambit bickering, Kitty flirting with Piotr, Rogue, Storm, and Wanda all yelling at Kurt about a bad smell, and I just wanted them all to be quiet. I was in the middle of threatening them with.." Jean trailed off. Her eyes widened and she grabbed her head. "No, no no no no no no!"

"Jean, please tell us what is going on," the Professor rolled closer, placing a comforting hand on the girl's arm.

"I... I was saying that if they didn't all shut up... I was going to make them all believe they were... 5 years old for the rest of their lives. Professor I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for this to happen! I was nervous and stressed and they were all just yelling at me!"

"My, dear, it is understandable, but now we do have to face the events placed before us."

Someone groaned and a few others followed. Jean looked scared out of her mind and Scott had gotten quite pale.

"I see they're waking up."

"Professor... what do we do with them?" Scott whispered to the older gentleman, never taking his eyes off the group in front of them.

One moved all the way up, her auburn hair was swaying by her waist and a white streak was identifiable. She looked around and spotted the others staring at her. She walked shyly to the red-head and pulled on the corner of her white blouse.

"Jean. Jeanie, I'm hungry. Can I have fishy please?"

"Rogue?"

"Yes ma'am?" She said politely, her southern manners shining through.

"Do you remember anything?"

"Ummm, no, ma'am. Mistah Scott? Can I have a piggy-back ride?"

"Umm..." Scott was speachless. This girl, this girl was Rogue. But Rogue was 18 years old. This girl was hardly 5.

"Scott, to answer you're question, we take a lesson in childcare. We get the opportunity to baby sit."