The ride back in the blackbird was one of the most awkward of Morph's life.

The girl -Laura- still hadn't woken up yet from whatever had been forced into her body.

Outside of that tank, Morph noticed how the definition of her young muscles were sunken against skin that wad almost as grey as there's. Her body had been trained but it must have also rarely been allowed to see the sun.

It was no wonder why Logan refused to let go of her. That infamous animalistic urge to protect on full alert. Even as Beast clearly wanted to check her over.

"We can't help her if we can't touch her." Morph remined Logan, as the only one currently being allowed to talk to him without getting stabbed. They placed a hand on his shoulder, and despite being over thirty thousand feet in the air, through the blood strained yellow of his costume they could feel themselves grounding him back to reality.

Logan jerked a nod. Although he still refused to let go of the girl.

Cautious yet curious Beast did his best to examine Laura, detecting no obvious wounds recent or otherwise leading further evidence to the theory that everyone had already come to.

Then Beast jammed a needle into her arm and all hell broke loose.

If Beast wasn't so used to getting the fuck out of dodge when a previously unconsciousness Wolverine starts swiping at him, he'd have gotten his arm slashed off.

Laura sprung free of Logan's grasp. She crouched on the blackbird floor, claws drawn and teeth bared in a snarl.

For a moment nobody moved.

Then Laura leapt for the controls.

Storm was flying the plane. Scott's powers were useless on it. Rogue couldn't get close enough to use her powers without getting stabbed first. And Beast didn't fancy getting swiped again.

So Jean thrust Laura back towards Logan. He grabbed her around the middle. Her claws shredded through Logan's skin faster than he could heal. The blackbird's black floor was soon stained red as Laura screamed and thrashed at the group of strangers that taken her from the only concept of a home she had ever known.

Morph didn't want to cause Laura any more pain then she had already been through. But not everyone had a healing ability that would allow them to survive a crash. So they shifted into Luke Cage, their skin now impenetrable to her claws as they helped Logan to keep her from stabbing the plane's metal.

In the end Jean had to blast her brain to knock the girl out and Morph couldn't even be mad at her for it.

The blood sample Beast had nearly gotten them all killed over, revealed what they had all expected. That Laura was Logan's kid. Albeit as a clone as opposed to the traditional method.

Which raised a whole new bunch of questions on who these people were and what else they had done.

But that didn't matter right now.

The priority was Laura.

Who had made another escape attempt when they had arrived back at the mansion in the early hours of the morning. Thankfully a telepathic conversation with the professor had appeared to convince her that they weren't going to treat her however those previous people had.

Morph, along with the others had come to the collective conclusion to give Laura and Logan space for the rest of the day.

Morph heard the numerous crashes and yells from all areas of the mansion for the rest of the day but the place hadn't burnt down yet so they assumed the pair of them were doing alright.

It had also given them more time to come to terms with the fact that Logan had a kid now because holy shit Logan had a kid now!

Which given the fact that the guy was over a hundred years old the possibility of him having a kid wasn't exactly zero. But if Logan had ever previously impregnated someone, he didn't remember it. And Morph and Logan had only been dating for few weeks so the discussion of having kids hadn't exactly come up yet but Morph doubted Logan planned on doing so on purpose anytime soon.

Not that Morph had ever really given thought about having kids themselves. They did like kids and had been surprisingly popular with them when the X-Men has first made themselves known to the public. Theoretically they could have one with Logan the old fashioned way, but that would require having to consciously shift themselves a womb for nine months which would be a lot more difficult than Mystique giving herself a dick for a couple of rounds of sessions of love making with Destiny to create Nightcrawler. Not that they particularly wanted to force the pain of existing in this fucked up world onto a new life in the first place. They would rather bring joy and comfort to the unfortunately staggering number of children already out there who needed it. But no one in this day and age was ever going to a let a gay, non-binary, mutant adopt.

So the idea of them having children had always felt more like a fantasy, a break of happiness for them to daydream about as opposed to something that was actually possible.

Then again, they used to think the same when daydreaming about Logan so maybe it wasn't a complete impossibility after all.

They had gotten so lost in their thoughts all day that they hadn't realised how late it had gotten until they glanced at the newest alarm clock in Logan's room to discover that it was midnight.

Morph assumed that Logan must still be trying to settle Laura down for bed. Which given her earlier behaviour wasn't a total shock.

Looking for an excuse to check in on the pair, Morph grabbed the spare set of bedsheets from their room. Well technically they weren't exactly spare, but they hadn't exactly been used much since Morph had been spending most of their nights in Logan's room. Something that Morph could still scarcely believe, even though they had been in a relationship with the man for a while now.

Morph was startled out of their thoughts by the door of Laura new bedroom before they could even knock.

Logan stood on the other side of the doorway, purple shadows under his blue eyes and Laura dangling off his arm from where she was currently biting into his bicep.

"Everything alright?" Morph asked, unable to stop themselves from staring at the sight.

Logan groaned, grabbing Laura by the scruff of her neck from his other arm. He yanked her free, seemingly not caring when she took a chunk of his biceps with her.

"I said no biting!" Logan ordered, holding her by the scruff of the neck and pointing the finger of his free hand at her. She then tried to bite said finger.

"Alright that's it!" Logan growled marching over to the bed and dumping her on it. Laura growled back, crouching up against the pillows by the wall, claws drawn.

"Now go to sleep!" Logan demanded, exhaustion seeping into his voice. For once he actually sounded his over a hundred years of age.

Laura shook her head. Morph noticed that she was still wearing the medical gown that they'd found her in and that the old nightdress Jubilee had kindly donated was on the floor in shreds. Along with basically every other thing in the room.

Well she was definitely Logan's kid, Morph couldn't help but think. Not that there was any doubt.

Morph shared a quick look with Logan. Whilst neither had telepathy, they had always been able to communicate without words.

Logan stiffened, his eyes darting to the still protruded edges of Laura's claws, even though they both knew that they couldn't hurt them. After a moment, he nodded.

With permission granted, Morph placed the sheets besides the remains of the nightdress before they slowly perched on the end of the bed. Laura quickly shifted her focus to them, for the first time properly taking in their presence.

It was strange to see the blue of Logan's eyes in one so young, especially when they held the same amount of trauma. And Laura may not have been Morph's kid but in that moment they knew that they would do anything if it meant that she would never have to feel that pain again.

"Not a fan of sleeping either huh?" Morph smiled. Laura made no outwards response that she had heard them. Regardless Morph kept on talking. "You know your Daddy rescued me too."

By the inquisitive tilt of her head, it was evident that she did not, which wasn't that surprising considering the fact that before the past twenty-four hours she didn't know that life existed outside of that hellhole of a compound. But Morph couldn't think about that without getting extremely pissed so they moved on.

"He promised that the bad man who had captured me would never take me again. And he was true to his word. Because your Daddy is the most over protective worry-wort I know." Logan snorted. They ignored him. "However, he can't stop any bad thing from ever happening. Sometimes, my nightmares hurt me too. But he can stop the bad man from hurting me. And I promise that he won't let the bad people hurt you again."

Morph felt a strong hand grasp their shoulder. They glanced up to see that over protective resolve on Logan's face and couldn't help but smile.

Out of the corner of their eye, they saw Laura take a curious look back and forth between them.

A minute later, she finally put her claws away. Although she made no move to actually get into bed.

Luckily, Morph had one idea left.

"One time, I was so scared of going to sleep, that your Daddy stayed up all night to protect me." They could still remember that night. The feeling of Logan's arm around them. Hands that had taken so many lives used to hold them close. They had never felt safer. "Nobody here will let anyone hurt you. But if you like, me and your Daddy can keep watch outside your door, just to sure?"

Morph watched as Laura thought their offer over. They released the breath they hadn't realised they'd been holding when she eventually nodded her head.

Laura didn't get under the covers but she did lie her head down on the pillow. Morph decided to take that as a win.

"Goodnight." Morph said as they collected the pile of sheets. They elbowed Logan who grunted out a 'Goodnight' too. "We'll be right outside if you need us."

Laura nodded and finally closed her eyes.

Morph took one long last look before they closed the door behind them.

As soon as it was shut, Logan collapsed against the door. Morph rolled their eyes. And Logan called them a drama-queen.

Still they arranged the bedsheets into a nest on the floor before sliding down the wall to sit next to him.

It was wild to think how much had changed since the last time the two of them had slept like this.

Time-travel. Resurrections. Not to mention the fact that they were actually dating.

And now there was Laura.

It was still the early days of their relationship with Logan. And Morph knew that the two of them would need a have a serious talk about the extent of their involvement in Laura's life sooner rather than later. But if Logan was willing, then Morph would be honoured to be a part of it.

"You're good with her." Logan said eventually. There wasn't any jealously in his tone, just resigned statement of relief, as though he never expected anything different.

"Well I do have experience in wrangling Wolverines." Morph teased, nudging him.

For once Logan didn't respond to their joke. He stewed in silence, those bright blue eyes refused to meet their empty grey ones.

Morph cupped his cheek, slowing turning his chin as they stroked their thumb through his soft sideburns. Logan finally looked them in the eye and Morph had never that shade of blue look so vulnerable.

"Hey," Morph whispered. "You've only been a parent for twenty-fours hours. Nobody is expecting you to be the perfect parent right away. For some people it takes eighteen years to learn. And some never do. Take my Dad for example. But you're trying, which is a hell of lot more than some people."

"I just I... I never thought I'd have ... this." Logan stammered, gesturing vaguely towards Morph and the door.

Morph knew what he meant. After the death of their mother and the rejection of their father, they never thought they'd have anything resembling a family again. Then they joined the X-Men, became best friends with then started dating Logan, and found Laura. And now they were finally letting themselves believe that they might have one again.

"Well you're stuck with us now so you're going to have to start getting used to it." Morph told him. It was smaller than expected but they finally got that smirk of a smile on Logan's face that they had been aiming for. "I'll take first watch. You get some sleep."

For once Logan was too tired to argue for stubbornness' sake and rested his head against their shoulder.

Within moments Morph heard the soft rumbling of snores. They smiled. Who would have thought that all it would take to tire out the great Wolverine was one little girl.

Well, a little girl with knives for knuckles and more trauma than anyone that small should ever have to contain.

But they had seen Logan comfort Jubilee, holding her close as she dealt with the horrors of the foster system. Or watched as he let some of the random kids they'd saved use his body as a climbing frame. And experienced first hand how he would go to the ends of the Earth to protect the people he cared about.

Morph knew that Logan would be an amazing father. They just hoped that one day soon, he would see that too.

A/N: I've seen Deadpool & Wolverine now and OMG?! And thanks again to pkmndaisuki on tumblr for being my beta reader! Xxxxxxx