Auther's Note: If you see any spelling errors or language errors, please let me know, otherwise plese R&R.

The Only One Up?

He seemed to be the only one up this late, so he took it upon himself to watch for any suspicious activities, intruders, marauders, that sort of thing, as he busily worked on a computer based project of his own making. If it worked right, it would hopefully help people, and aid the X-Men. You might ask yourself why he was up, this late at night when everyone else had long since retired off to bed. Was it just this little project he was busily working on? Well, that was part of it for sure, but mostly it was, he wasn't real tired, despite his efforts to make himself so, with a glass of warm milk. He wasn't on X-Men, or New York time. He was still on Ireland, or Muir Island time, after all, and that was a good 5 hours past his normal bedtime, if you will, which of course consisted of anytime he felt tired enough to actually sleep. He kept fairly quiet now, hearing something, now suspiciously aware of the familiar noise of footsteps coming near. He turned quickly around, in the computer seat when he heard the door hissing open. "Who…?" The lights must have very easily been seen in and down the hallway; that someone was in here in the War Room. "Oh, Jubilee, what are you doing up this late? You should be to bed, it's very late." It was past 3 in the morning she should have long since been in bed.

"I could ask you the same thing. I got up to go to the bathroom and couldn't get back to sleep, not that I was getting much sleep anyhow. So I thought I'd take a walk and look around, keep an eye on things, and maybe make me feel better, and hopefully get tired, since I'm up. Aren't you tired?"

"No," he simply answered.

Jubilee failed to realize mostly due to the lateness of the night and partly the lack of sleep, that he wasn't on their time, and would take at least a day, to readjust. "Do you always stay up this late?"

"No, not unless I drink a lot of coffee, I'm just not sleepy," at least not yet, he wasn't.

"I can't sleep either," she sniffled and fell into his arms and cried, she needed someone to hug her, hold her, and she was glad it was, him, because right now, she really needed something, that only he could provide. "I hardly got more than an hour of sleep in, I've just been crying, I know he's not dead, but I really miss the Professor, so much."

"I know, so do I," he sniffle replied, just as much in need of that hug as she was.

"Could you…please?"

"Of course," a second later he was the request she wanted.

"Thanks, Morph," and hugged the 'Professor' though not dead, but gone, it helped the 'grieving process', it really did. She stood there in his arms, hugging him tightly, and crying, for what seemed like long time but was only a good 5 or so minutes, and just hugged the form as tightly as she could. It was all that Jubilee could do, to quiet her crying heart and tears, just to be there in his arms, even if he wasn't the real Professor. "I'm so glad you're here, that you're back," she gave her thanks, for what he did for her.

"Me too," he said in the Professor's voice before reverting. Morph patted his chest by his heart, knowingly, and put her hand over her heart, telling her. "It hurts, I know. But he's not really gone. He will always be here, you know that, and even when that time does come, no one is ever really gone…"

"You sound like you've been through this before."

"I have, my mother, she died when I was 14, when I needed her, the most, right during those awkward, ahem, changes."

She cracked a smile, and grinned realizing what he meant, "Let me guess, that's about the time when the real special changes, started happening, to you, right?"

Morph broke out into laughter, "Exactomundo! Her death really left an impression, or rather an impersonation on me," he shapeshifted to his mother's form, light brown hair and blue eyes and that same Morph smile.

"She's pretty, she looks a lot like you, except for the eyes."

"I did have her eyes, when I was a baby."

She sputtered, "That doesn't count, you know."

Morph reverted and stuck out his tongue out at her, "It does so! The call them baby blues for a reason you know," he fooled his arms over and gave her a knowing smirk.

Man, they were right, he does act like a child at times, and lookout for the pranks, they warned her, and the jokes, don't ever get him started, especially on a full bladder, you're libel to wet yourself. But despite the 'warnings' they gave her about Morph, there was one thing they had neglected to ever mention, about Morph. "Oh, and what did they name their cute shifty little bundle of joy."

Playing around and joking with her, "Never you mind, what they named me!"

"Oh, so it's an embarrassing name, let's see, hmmm…Francis," Morph shook his head no, and smiled at the next one, "Lesley, uh…Ashly…Wilber?"

"No, and certainly not, and do I look like a pig? Let me rephrase that, do you want me to look like one?"

"No, uhh, how about, Sylvester," she should have known what his response would surely be to that, when he did what he did. He smiled and took a cat form, specifically…

"Suffering succotash, that's not my name!" Next was Tweety Bird. "I tawt I taw an X-Man, I did I did, they call him, Morph!"

It might be a boy girl name, "How about…hmm…Stacey?"

"Incorrect."

"Oh give me a hint."

"Nope," he chuckles.

"Come on, please, one hint."

"What do I get for it?"

"I don't know, what do you want?"

"Nothing, but, for you to go to bed, it's late."

"Will you tell me in the morning?"

"Actually, no, I won't, tell you in the morning, not at all."

Was he really playing this game with her, "What, why not?"

"Because I won't be up in the morning, that's why. I'll be sleeping in."

She nearly slapped herself in the head when she realized! Of course, ask a stupid question, "Ohh, you, duh!"

"Hee, hee, now, go to bed, it's late, and you need your beauty sleep."

"Oh alright, I'll try to sleep. But why are you up this late, anyhow?"

"You really must be tired, don't you know? I'm not on New York time, I'm 5 hours ahead of you all, so I won't be tired enough to go to bed for another hour or two, or more. So I thought I might as well and stay up and keep watch. Besides, I'm busying myself with a little project that I'm making. It's almost done. I'll need to give to a test run or two to know for sure if it works though. Now, go to bed, and buonanotte, (goodnight)," and gave her a hug.

"Bone-a what-y?"

"No, buonanotte, it means goodnight."

"Oh." It wasn't really much of a surprise to find out Morph apparently could speak another language, after all Gambit could speak French and so could Logan more or less, and a few of the others she found were bilingual. When she got about to half way to her room though, she realized she should have asked him what language that was. Oh well, she could ask him some time after he wakes up, after all Morph was back now to stay, and she was happy about that. Jubilee did manage to put herself to bed, and more importantly, sleep.