Hi everyone, this story is a crossover between X-Men and Highlander. You don't need to know a lot about either but it would certainly help. Methos/Adam and Duncan are immortals and the X-Men are X-Men. And I apologies this story is not Beta'ed, My reader went on holidays, so if anyone wants to beta it give me a bell.

Disclaimer: I do not own Highlander or X-Men, No money was made off of this story, if I did Methos would have his own TV show hahahahaha.

Please review, I live off reviews they keep me warm at night, oh and if you see my MethosMuse please tell him to come back, he went out looking for beer and didnt come back *cry.

Anyway on with the story.

BPOV

I love winter in Paris, I always have done. Well as far back as I want to remember, as not all my memories are kind ones, actually the memories of my existence (if you could call it that) before I came into the life of Adam Pierson, were ones that haunted my nightmares still.

I should probably start of by introducing myself. My name is Bronwyn and I am 17, about 5'8", waist length wavy auburn hair, green eyes and skin the colour of freakin' snow.

You know how people say that you start looking like the people you live with; well it's true, I'm gangly and skinny like Adam, with a cultured accent to boot.

When you live with a linguist/researcher/doctor/historian/whatever persona he has taken on, that happens to be immortal (as is Duncan) you tend to pick up some odd character traits. I'm also a mutant, I know right, I couldn't get more screwed up if I grew a second head, seriously if my luck in life doesn't get any better I'm demanding a refund.

When I'm not living with Adam in Seacouver or wherever his job or Alias took him(Adam is my guardian, but when called for he could be a father, a brother, a friend, a protector, hell he had paperwork to cover it all) I spend winter in Paris with Duncan, Adam's best friend, but they were more like brothers.

Know that my introductions are over let's get on with the rest. (I tend to ramble)

I sat at the window sill of my Uncle Duncan's barge reading, I didn't really care what I read I just love to read, anything and everything I could get my hands on "I am a sponge" I thought to myself, laughing at how Zen I sounded.

From behind me I heard footsteps, quiet ones, but there none the less. I didn't bother to turn as I knew who they were.

"Hey Mac" I said without moving, not letting him see the smile that tugged at my lips.

"Dammit, How do you always do that" Duncan laughed, "And why do you have to call me Mac, You sound so much like Adam when you do" he said jokingly. I smiled and shrugged, knowing it didn't really bother him.

I closed my book and went to see what Duncan was doing, I saw him bent over putting something in the fridge, probably replenishing his beer supply which always seem to disappear when Adam was in town. Just then a thought popped into my head and I giggled.

"Hey Duncan, I know you think you have a great ass and all, but do you think you could point it in another direction, I don't need dinner and a show" I said with amusement, popping a grape into my mouth and trying very hard not to choke on it whilst my shoulders shook with silent laughter.

"Score 1 for me" I thought as I heard a laugh echo from the refrigerator, "Hey missy, you better watch it, your not to old for me to put over my knee" he said trying to keep the smile from his features, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm shaking with fear" I said in the best little girl look I could come up with, but I lost the fight and I lapsed into giggles, causing me to fall off the chair.

"OOOOMMMPPPHHH" I landed with a thud. I looked up at Duncan, which was all that he needed to start off in his own fit of laughter.

After he regained control over himself and calmed down enough to breathe normally he turned and reached out his hand. I looked at it, 10 years ago I would have shied away from this gesture, but I trusted the over grown boy-scout and took his hand easily.

Fact is I don't like people touching me, there are exceptions though like Duncan and Adam.

I got up, brushed myself off and turned to Duncan, "Hey Mac I think I might go for a bit of a walk before dinner, is that ok?" I asked I knew he would say yes but I always asked. It was an unsaid rule between me and my family, I always told them where I was going. "Yeah sure go ahead, but be back before 7 o'clock, ok?" Duncan replied but before he even had a chance to look up I was gone.

DPOV

"I shouldn't be surprised, she is too much like Adam for her own good" Duncan thought to himself as he had a silent chuckle. He remembered when Methos/Adam found her, she was maybe 7 years old at the most, she was so frail and weak they didn't know if she was going to pull through.

Flashback:

Duncan woke to a loud banging sound, he thought it was thunder at first but it happened again, "Bang, bang, bang" at the front door of the dojo; he made it halfway down the hall when he felt it.

The all too familiar buzz of another immortal.

He quickly unsheathed his sword and crept to the door peering out of the window next to it. What he saw is something he would never forget.

It was Methos dripping wet from rain and pale as a ghost holding a small child within his arms.

Duncan rushed to the door and opened it wondering what was going on, he was about to ask when in the most broken voice he had ever heard, Methos whispered "Duncan, I need your help". Mac was shocked Methos called him Duncan which he never did, this was not good.

He let them in and Adam silently walked to the elevator waiting for him, he wasn't far behind. They reached the living room and Adam went to lay her on the couch, but this little girl had wound her arms around him and wasn't letting go, even in her frail, sleeping state. Duncan didn't ask questions he knew they would be answered later. At that moment though he knew Adam would never let her go.

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