As the rest of the affected started to wake up, Dr. McCoy gave them a quick check-up and then allowed the Professor to take them upstairs to play in the rec room. The bunch were so confused that none hardly made a sound. Scott and Jean were in the kitchen making sandwiches for everyone while keeping an eye on the now 5 year olds who were the repercussions of a failed experiment.

"Okay, so what do they remember?"

"The Professor said that they all knew who we were and who the others were but they don't remember really anything else. They know this is their home, Kurt knows he and Rogue are related, and they all have faint traces of who the other kids are."

"Jean, what are we going to so with them?"

"Well they don't see us as enemies. I mean, even Rogue is trusting us, which is a first."

Scott laughed. "I have to say that was cute. I never thought our resident goth could have been such a cute kid."

"I do like her much better this way," Jean said, a smile stretching across her face. The sandwiches were done and Scott and Jean moved everything to the table.

"Do you want to go get them?"

"Go ahead Jean. I'm going to set up the booster seats the Professor got for them."

Jean walked into the re room where most of the kids were just wandering around playing with the toys the Professor had procured. He managed that rather quickly, she pondered. Rogue was reading Barnyard Dance sitting with legs crossed in the corned by the bookshelf, Logan and Remy were playing with trucks and hot wheels, Ororo was watching the weather channel, Wanda and Kurt were playing with dolls (Jean giggled a little at this and mental promised she would tease him about it later), Kitty had found the kitchen set (We will need to make sure she finds something better to play with before she gets any ideas, Jean thought), and Piotr was curled up in a corner sleeping in his metal form. Surprised, Jean made a note to figure out if they still had all their powers.

Clearing her throat, Jean tried to get their attention. She hadn't really had a lot of experience with kids being mostly raised in the institute where the students were at least 7 or 8 years older than this. None of the kids paid attention. A little bit louder, she tried again. Finally, Jean gave up trying to be polite. "Lunch is ready, please go have a seat at the ta..."

A rush of little feet had bolted the minute there was any mention of food. Scared of stepping on them, Jean quickly flew up to the ceiling letting them all run by. Sighing, she went to follow the herd, but noticed one person had not moved. She was still sitting there, the book that had been in her hand had been replaced by another, this one something about cars.

"Rogue?"

"Yes'm?" she said meekly. Her bright green eyes were wide and slightly scared looking. Jean was reminded of when they first found her, running away and fighting back. It had been years ago, but the memory reminded her that Rogue was a child, and the slightest slip of words could injure her emotionally and cause her to bolt. Even with the memories gone, there were still instincts to be worried about. The fight or flight was not something she wanted to see the hard way.

"Roguey, aren't you hungry?" Jean said, making her way towards the girl and lowering herself to sit next to her.

"Ummm, yes ma'am, but... there were so many people, and... and I was scared." After saying this, the little girl climbed into Jean's lab and hugged her neck. Shocked, Jean instinctively wrapped her arms around the girl.

"Sweetie, I promise you no one is going to hurt you. And I'll be right there to protect you, just in case."

Big, innocent eyes starred up at the telepath. "Pwomise?

"Promise. Now come on, before you're brother eats everything," Jean joked. Rogue laughed and raced to the kitchen, Jean not far behind. This child, she was almost nothing like the older Rogue. She was so sweet and trusting, and despite the fact that in their older years Rogue hated her, as a 5 year old girl, Rogue not only liked Jean, she trusted her. How could a 5 year old goth girl with the inability to touch be so... adorable?

It was then that it hit her, Rogue had touched her. And nothing happened. Maybe these kids hadn't developed their powers yet, she thought.

As she walked into the kitchen though, all inklings of hope was drowned out by the noise of explosions, screams, bampfs, and the sight of many floating objects flying around the room.