X-Men: Endgame

by Wrexra

Okay... First of this is my first public fanfic. I've never had the guts to upload til now.

Note: I'm English so I spell in English (UK) not English (USA) just thought you'd like to know before you guess.

Disclaimer: (I want to own but) I don't own Highlander in any form, X-Men or any of it characters. I'm just borrowing them for a while. I do however own Connie Wilson, she's mine, I made her up. And so are the other immortals.

Characters: X-Men - Gambit, Rouge, Logan. Cyclops, Storm, Jean etc are there and do make appearances. There are no Highlander characters I just semi used the plot.

Pairings: Gambit/ Rouge, and slight Logan/OC

Summery/Stuff you should know: Remy is Immortal. He is one of 6 immortals left, ready to fight to become the only one left. The Massacure did happen so did everything with Sinister but this is Au. The trial hasn't and won't happen cos I don't want it to. This is the end of the immortal quest.

Chapter 1

The streets were cold and damp though that didn't seem to bother the drunken partygoers that made there way towards the taxi bay. He looked on silently observing. He didn't know what he was looking for, just that he should be looking. Women smiled at him as he passed. Men ignored him to the best of their ability.

He snorted. It was a typical reaction to his appearance. He was wearing a black silk shirt and dark blue jeans. His rich brown hair hair tied back. Though it was dark Remy Le beau still wore tinted glasses that flattered his face.

He positioning on the street was significant, close to the corner near a well-known drugs spot.

A figure caught his eye. He glanced to the left, but couldn't trace whoever it was within the partygoers.

"Hello Remy long time no see." He spun around to look at the figure that accompanied the voice. He wondered if he was getting slow. She had managed to get behind him with little effort. Though he was pleased to see that the women was still alive.

"Connie Wilson is the new name. How are you Remy?" She smirked at his dumbfounded look. He caught himself in time to respond.

"Not bad, not good, you are felling up for a little walk?"

They walked along streets and alleys not saying a word, just walking. And watching those around them each other.

It was 4 am. Most people were heading home, Remy and Connie finally reached a quiet stretch. She laughed as he struggled to find the words.

"It's been a long time" She laughed again. She loved the way she could still tie him in knots without really trying. He couldn't lie to her so it made everything unfamiliar and uncomfortable to him.

"It's been nearly 150 years, Remy. What you thought I was what dead? Is that why you didn't keep up or check up. I mean come on Remy."

They talked for a long time as they walked, telling tales of their travels of their loves. He found himself in her memories as she caught him up on her life over the 150 years. He heard about her exploits India, Africa, Peru, Brazil, Australia, Spain, England finally America. He saw everything. He could feel her passions, her guilt, her losses and her lovs. Her strengths were stronger, her weaknesses fewer. She had learnt a few things the hard way, just as he had.

Being immortal wasn't everything to him anymore. He had fallen into this life with few hopes but many dreams. His mentor Arnold MacEnderson had taught him much about how to live like a mortal, but distance himself, as those mortals would die as you continued to live. He taught him the practicalities you couldn't stay in one place for more than 20 years as the lack of aging would give away that he wasn't normal eventually that he wasn't mortal.

Connie or Constance Deryn was to him, at least was still a child. She was born in 1597 she was about 100 years younger than him. He had met her in the summer of 1782 in France. She was working as a maid on his friends estate. Remy had moved to France almost 8 years earlier. He had spent most of his time with his mentor travelling around Spain and Italy.

Remy had fallen in love with France from the moment he had crossed her borders. Which was why almost 200 years later he had moved to New Orleans. His time if France with Connie than going by the name Cortence De Pre had been a revelation to meet another like himself, an immortal. They had exchanged stories and trade secrets, as well as testing each other swordsmanship. She taught him to cloud his mind so that others couldn't follow him mentally as she herself had confessed to doing.

When she had needed to leave, he had wanted to stay so they went their separate ways.

"So what you doing yourself? I mean do you have a job?" Remy laughed. It was subtle but there were undertones to that question. He knew that she knew that he was working with the X-Men, the undertones were that 1. She didn't like him being so exposed to the public and 2 that he hadn't killed that many immortals in the past few years. He currently had the fewest kills of the 6 immortals left.

Connie had over 190 kills to her name and 190 minds of knowledge. Remy had 183. Connie was 3rd out of those left. It was coming to an end the game of the immortals was ending. Soon there would only be one. He had never really considered the way it would end. Either he would die or she would die and either one could win. Years of living on the street had taught him that life, any life was tough and always unfair.

Connie waved a hand in front of his face.

"You still here?" He shook his head to release the trance then nodded.

"Yeah. Have you got anywhere to stay?"

Connie smiled at him. She didn't want to intrude and she certainly didn't want to become a member of the X-men. She didn't care for the politics of the current situation and she wouldn't get involved because she had no reason too. There was nothing for her to gain by helping mortals. She wanted to stay by Remy, so she would take everything as it came as she always did.

"No. And that would be very nice of you." He smiled and lead her back to the mansion.

He hadn't thought about the X-Men. He had simply known that he would regret it everyday of his life from this day forward if he didn't spend more time with her. It was a simple choice let her go and regret it or keep her close and argue her usefulness. She balanced him. His past wasn't a problem to her. She knew about his past. She hadn't judged when she had heard about his recent dealings with Sinister. She had simply took it in and not judged. He had to have her by his side to help him deal with the future war between the immortals.