#;;morph

There were nights when sleep was next to impossible. They were back there-- with him. His voice ringing in their mind. The pain-- the agony of it all. Being twisted and used against their friends-- against Logan.

They'd gotten the room soundproofed-- joking that it was for all the ladies they wanted to bring home. But it was to spare their teammates the horror of hearing them scream when these nightmares came. Their form flickered between some favorites-- defaults one might say.

Jean. Themselves. Scott. Charles. Hulk. The man they used to be.

All the while they heard that laugh. That wicked Sinister laugh.

Morph sat bolt upright, sheets askew as they put their face in their hands. Shifting to their feet they took a few breaths, deciding to adventure to the kitchen. It was the middle of the night, no one else seemed up. No prying questions.

They hated lying. But it kept the team safe from the burdens they carried. It was easier to make up some excuse-- or to deflect with comedy. It seemed the kitchen already had an occupant. Morph could barely make out an outline from the dim light coming through the windows.

"Oh hey-- didn't think anyone else would be up. Can't sleep too?" A small inquiry-- keep the focus on someone else.

"Cringe?"

"So many timelines-- so many weird realities. I still can't believe there was one where Logan dated Magneto." Not that they minded-- folks were free to live their lives however they wanted. They were both old stubborn war vets-- it made sense.