The dome of light faded out over the timing of a two minutes. It was exactly the time, one hundred and twenty seconds, that she dictated in the back of her mind to the universe. Her appearance had changed only in the clothing that she wore; gone was the White Crown of the Phoenix in terms of the white and gold. All that was left were an old well worn and tight fit pair of pale blue jeans, a white tank top hiding underneath an oversized flannel shirt that was only just long enough to hide her midriff. It was too big for her body, but it was just long enough to cover her to her waist--naturally the shirt belonged to Logan. Something she had stolen from the Academy room they were just minutes ago in. 

Theodore Bailey trailed behind, as did Jubilee, both trailed behind Logan who was just behind Jean herself. By the time the field of light actually truly faded they were walking right up to the assembled group. Cyclops was a blur, throwing his arms around the redhead and hugging her close and tight, nodding with a small smile to Logan.

"Is it you?"

"It's her," Emma Frost sighed, sounding somewhere between bored and disappointed. 

Clint Barton looked relaxed, the S.H.I.E.L.D. commands behind him followed suit. The Fantastic Four weren't so relaxed, but Sue did quietly mention the status of the Celestial Host: they were going away from the solar system. They were doing so quickly. 

"I told them to leave."

Reed stared, even he wasn't quite sure what to make of those words from Jean Grey in this moment. "I see..."

The tone of his voice and the way it trailed suggested more than a few follow-up questions on Reed's mind, and she didn't have to be a telepath to sense that. Quietly she told Scott and Logan to give her a minute, as she passed across the grassy field surrounded by trees on most side, and a country road on the farthest side, to the base of the ramp of the Fantastic Four's craft. There Reed, Sue, and Jean huddled. Quiet, intense, words were spoken between the three. The only sounds were Emma sighing, Clint telling his crew to head back, and Scott turning to Logan once more.

"Oh, sure, you'll come to Krakoa if she's there..." There was a tease in his tone, accentuated by the wry little smirk harbored at the corners of his mouth, under the ruby quartz visor. "It's good to see you. Dakken, Laura, and Gabi ask about you. We'll have to do a B-B-Q to celebrate. Still more into the beef, or you feeling pork ribs?"

"Deputy Director," Clint stepped in front of Teddy, and nodded, "we need to debrief, sir, I'm not sure w--"

"--he will have to come with us."

The way Emma Frost said the words, it was as if she were simply reading a number, an objective fact so obvious and indisputable that questioning her would make a man sound mad. Or stupid. Clint didn't seem all that bothered by sounding stupid, "Why is that? He's human, he's a high ranking government official, and not of your government."

"He's a mutant."

It was Bailey who answered first, stepping right past Barton both literally and vocally, "I'm what? No I'm not."

"Tell that to Cerebro. Xavier is certain."

It was obvious on Clint's face; he regretted sending his men back now. He needn't worry, Ben Grimm slow thundered up next to him, behind Bailey, staring at the mutants still on the ramp. The Thing's voice rumbled deep and harsh, skeptical. "Hey Ol' Canucklehead, whadda you guys pullin' 'ere? Whadda ya do to this man?"

The conversation caught the attention of the three off to the side. Reed said something to Jean, and Jean's face seemed to sink with realization. "Everything in the reality we were just in, that the Phoenix Force created to keep me...you weren't in that memory if you weren't a mutant."

"Can you change it back?"

Now Jean felt every eye in the field on her. Her mutant fellows, the Fantastic Four, Barton...and most of all Bailey himself, minutes away from being racked with grief. Once more she didn't need to be a telepath to know what his thoughts likely were: [i]He has a family. He's worried what this means for his family, for his life.[/i] She could feel her heart start to break, even if she still held out hope. "Reed, I just walked away from Godhood. I don't have enough left to reverse that."

"But you do have some 'Godhood' left?" Clint couldn't help but ask, even if he was ignored.