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Of Mutants and Immortals
By Animefreek
**denote thoughts
Chapter Four cont.
Catherine sat sitting on the couch in Xavier's office preparing herself to hear his story and hers. She still wasn't ready to reveal all but their wouldn't be any piece in the mansion until the whole truth came out.
Slowly the prof cleared his throat and began his story. "I first met Duncan Macleod a decade ago when I decided to take an improptu trip to Scotland. I was on the trail of a prospective student, or so I thought. Cerebro had led me to the village of Glenn finnen on the shores of Loch Sheel. When I arrived at the local inn I was disappointed to find that the young mutant that I'd tracked had been killed by a mob of frightened locals just three days before. I wanted to give his family my condolenses, but the young lady who ran the inn said that he had none and that her cousin paid for the funeral." "What is your cousin's name?" " Duncan, Duncan Macleod. If you would like to speak with him you can find him at the local antiques shop, I recall he said something about aquiring a sword." With that said Xavier set out to find Macleod. Little did he know he was about to find more than a good samaritan.
Xavier found himself inside of a quaint antiques store admiring an empressive array of mediaeval knives and swords along with tapestries and dishwares from various parts of the world. "Can I help you with anything in particular?" "I would like to speak to the owner of this establishment if he isn't busy." "He isn't", the Scott with shoulder lenght hair said. With a slight bow he introduced himself as Duncan Macleod. "I'm professor Charles Xavier, I was wondering if I could talk to you about the young mutant that was killed a few days ago." " Perhaps we should continue our conversation in my office." Duncan told the prof that he had known the child and his parents for many years and after his parents died in a car accident he payed for the young man's education. It wasn't until recently that he found out that his ward was a mutant. You could see the regret in Macleod's eyes, he was feeling guilty about the boy's death, probably thinking he could have stopped what happened if he'd known sooner. In the corner of Xavier's mind there was a nagging feeling that Macleod wasn't all that he seemed. It bothered him to feel this way about a man who he'd just me.
Their conversation went on for some time without either one of them noticing the day slip by. Slowly they entered into more pleasent conversation which included some of Duncan's more colorful historical "anecdotes". At the time Charles didn't know he had lived through most of them. Then something strange happened, Duncan jerked his head as if listening to some far off sound.
**I have to get Charles out of here!**
It was too late. Before either one of them could say another word an immortal by the name of Draco Monroe stepped into the office. At first glance he looked several years younger than Macleod but his eyes game him away even to mortals and especially to Charles. The man's thoughts were projecting out at an astonishing rate and Charles found himself listening to the stream of thoughts. "Immortals, Quickenings, the game, is this man mad?", Charles thought. "Charles leave here." The ice that had suddenly come into his new found friend's voice was quite startling to him. "I can't leave you here with him he's clearly mad!" By this time Draco was brandishing a large sword that had been hidden in his trench coat and to Charles' surprise his friend had found a sword of his own, a stylized katana.
**They're both mad.** Duncan had seen immortals behave like this before. Many of the men he had called friends, circumed to the madness of age and agelessness combined. They didn't care who learned their secrets or where they fought, they only lived for the battle and the result. The knowlegde they aquired went to waste and their madness further consumed them. He could tell Charles thought he was surrounded by two phychos. If he survived this fight he'd have a lot of explaining to do.
The two men fought furiously as Xavier watched. He didn't have to read their minds to figure out that this was a life or death situation. He watched as Duncan sliced into his opponent and vice versa. Then suddenly Macleod lost his balance and tripped on a small set of steps. As he fell back his sword flew away from him and across the room. Draco came in for the kill. Xavier couldn't watch any longer his eyes turned to slits of concentration and he sent the "younger looking" man flying into a far corner. It was now Duncan's turn to be surprised, two-fold.
Duncan couldn't believe what he had just seen, his enemy thrown across a room by an unseen force, apparently eminating from his new friend and Amanda rushing in from the back and promptly taking Draco's head. She hadn't noticed Charles when she came in, the only thought in her mind was protecting Duncan. She never would have taken Draco's head otherwise.
Xavier watched in awe as a brillent hue of light formed around the decapitated body and a thick fog fumed at Amanda's feet. The gentle light quickly turned into a fireworks show that would rival any fourth of july show in the states. All around windows shattered and earth seemed to quake, Amanda was enveloped in a lighting bolt that even his student storm would have a hard time controlling. Then stillness, nothing. Charles was afraid but he had to see if the woman was alright. To his bewilderment there wasn't a scratch on her. Duncan composed himself and put a hand on Xavier's shoulder, "I have a lot of Explaining to do." It seemed the only appropriate thing to say.
Xavier shook his head in disbelief as Duncan explained the existance of immortals and the "game" they play. It was all a little hard to swallow and Charles desperately wanted to call the local police, but what was he going to tell them. **Hi your favorite citizen's girlfriend just decapitated a man and now she's offering me something to drink!"** It was Duncan's turn now to ask some questions or at least comfirm some conclusions. " I'm guessing that you're a mutant, that would explain your interest in poor Brian and Monre flying across the room." He saw a brief streak of pain dash across his features. "Yes, I've founded a school for mutants in Westchester, New York; I teach young mutants to use their powers constructively to help their fellow man. I wanted to bring Brian back to the states unfortunately I was too late." " So you're a telepath." " Among other things." "I hope you've decided to keep my secret, I don't wish to know what the rest of the world would do if they found out about the existance of Immortals." Duncan was tense. "Of course, who would believe me?" "I'll keep the secret of your mutation, I assume that no one else besides close friends know about you or your school." Xavier nodded in agreement. With that said a most unusual friendship began with Duncan Macleod, Amanda Montrose, and Charles Xavier. Through the years they often got together and exchange ideas and stories.
"O.K. prof we believe you, surrrrre." Bobby said sarcastically. Jean glared at Bobby wiping the grin off his face. "Ok, that explains the mysterious mister Macleod, if its true, but what about the sword carrying little thief over there?" Scott said glaring at the sum what calmed Catherine. Jean gave him an even worse look than Bobby. Logan was going to laugh but Storm gabbed in the ribs. Catherine saw the look on Logan's face and broke into a grin, which was reciprocated by Logan. He was more of a friend than a father figure to her, probably her best there since the others decided to keep their distances for the time being and the professor was always working.
"Catherine is the second half of the story, he looked over at Catherine, I think its time she told her story." Catherine swallowed and summoned the small amount of courage she had left.
Chapter Five
Amanda and Catherine were sitting in their usual place at a small cafe in Paris. It had almost been a year since they had visited an they were both raring to go "shopping" at the local art exhibit. A priceless eygptian Cat statue was on display and Catherine had already lined up quite a few buyers on the black market. Amanda had arranged for them to be "security consultants" for the museum, after all who would suspect security of stealing a statue, especially a couple of somewhat ditzy brunettes. It was going to be the perfect scam or so they thought. Everything was going fine until Amanda saw him, Duncan Macleod.
He was sitting on the otherside of the cafe obliviously sipping a latte, enjoying the quiet of the afternoon. He had the most spectacular dark eyes, almost like mine and long black hair that would make most women I knew jealous. Quite a striking man, well muscled, an athelete he probably studied martial arts. "What do you think of him darling?" Amanda asked in her most angelic voice. "What? Am I susposed to? He's just another pretty face." I tried to sound nonchalant. "You're an excellent liar my dear,but a liar all the same. What do you say we make ourselves known." "You know him Amanda?" I call her Amanda sometimes when we are working so no one catches on we're related and blows our scam. "Of course I do, he's your father." I nearly choked on my latte. After I composed myself Amanda went into action.
Duncan was patiently sipping his coffee at an outside café in Paris when he felt an all too familiar shock roll up his spine, slowly he instinctively scanned the crowd of tourists and restaurant patrons. He knew he was safe in public but he had to know whether the immortal was friend or foe. To his surprise it was a little of both, for who should it be but Amanda Montrose or was it Dupree (she had a habit of changing her name every decade or so). A low groan escaped Duncan's mouth as she made her way over to his table trailed by a rather frail but elegant looking teenager. The teenager was decidedly mortal and on closer examination beautiful in dark kind of way. Her hair was jet black like his, but curly as it flowed past her shoulders. Her clothes the latest from Ralph Lauren and immaculately creased for a teenager. Duncan smiled to himself, at the thought of Amanda realizing that this kid could stop traffic along street in Paris if she wanted to. Amanda had a funny habit of not hanging around women who could be more than fair competition for her. As for the girl's eyes a chic pair of black shades covered them. Duncan thought this was rather unusual because it was overcast that day.
I put my shades on so he wouldn't see the expression on my face. I couldn't help but stare now I was looking at my father. I had a thousand questions for him and at the same time I couldn't say a word. I thought immortals couldn't have kids. I thought I'd been adopted. **He's my Father.**
"Hello Duncan darling!" Amanda said, in her most exuberant and flirtatious voice. "How long has it been two, three decades I've missed you so." Duncan went pale when she said that and looked at the young girl. " Don't worry dear she knows all about us. Oh, let me introduce you. Duncan, Catherine; Catherine, Duncan. Catherine is my daughter." At this Duncan choked and gagged on his Almond flavored coffee, which caused both Catherine and Amanda's faces to beam with mischievous pleasure. "Your daughter? When did you become the motherly type?" "Duncan I've always been the type and especially now since Catherine is mine biologically." Duncan proceeded to gag again as Catherine removed her shades to reveal eyes that were exactly like Amanda's, in fact looking at her; she looked exactly like Amanda. " Perhaps we should find a more private place to discuss this, people are beginning to stare."
After paying his bill and being forced into paying Amanda's bill the trio found themselves walking down a somewhat deserted street on the way to Duncan's barge. Duncan found himself staring at Catherine and thinking to himself that there was something else vaguely familiar about the girl's appearance, but right now he just couldn't put his finger on it. Duncan couldn't wait any longer to ask. "Amanda how could she possibly your biological daughter? Our kind can't have children." With that question Amanda got a little uneasy grin on her face. "Duncan I really think that we should talk about this behind closed doors." She shot a lighting fast glance to the man that was obviously following them. "You really don't know who could be listening or "watching"." Catherine shot Duncan a reassuring grin that told him that she really did know everything about them. When they reached the barge Catherine made herself quickly at home as if she belonged there. Duncan thought to himself, "If she really is Amanda's daughter she certainly has picked up one of Amanda's more irritating habits."
I decided to pretend as if I knew everything Amanda was talking about,but most of her story was still a mystery to me as well. The best I could do was try and reassure a very amazed and somewhat gittery Immortal with my best smile. Mom was right I am a good liar.
"Well Amanda explain this miracle to me or were you just pulling my leg." "Its rather a long story Duncan, but I guess its one you need to know after all its taken fifteen years for me to work up the courage to tell you." Amanda had an uneasy but dreamy look on her face. "Do you remember the last time I saw you Duncan?" "Yes, it was about twenty years ago I had to break you out the 101st Chicago precinct after your ex-boyfriend Wolf decided he'd had enough of immortals, immortality, and a thief for a girlfriend and decided to set you up for an art heist." Duncan was sorry he'd mentioned that it was obvious she was still smarting from that failed romance from the way her fair skin paled even more at the thought. "Well as you know I stopped my "hobby" for a while after that. What you don't know is that I went to college after that. I decided that I was going to change into a new Amanda. I received a master in Biology and Bachelors in genetics." (Duncan thought he was going to gag again, the thought of Amanda in somebody's class was funny but at the same time strangely scary.) Catherine giggled at the look on Duncan's face. "Don't worry Mr. Macleod she went back to being a thief when she got bored." Catherine teased. Duncan grinned, she was a charming child, and perhaps Amanda was doing something right for once.
After college, Amanda said with a glare on her face directed at Catherine, I became a lab assistant at GenBio Corp. in Maine. At that time I met a new love interest Bradley More. He was a brilliant geneticist who accidentally found out I was immortal. (Duncan groaned) Since I was so in "love" at the time I allowed him to secretly run test on my cell structure. I was going to marry him Duncan but you know what a disaster that can be for us. " "Amanda, Duncan said in a rather disturbed voice, this story is getting rather long. Just answer my question, how can she be your daughter?" "Bradley and I engineered her in our lab." Duncan's jaw dropped. "Where's Bradley now?" "There was an accident in the lab during the process and Bradley was killed in the explosion. Fortunately Catherine wasn't harmed and I was able to disappear with her before some very awkward questions were asked, like how in the world did I survive when the rest of the complex was destroyed." At this Duncan turned to Catherine and offered his condolences to her having lost her father. He of all people could understand what it meant to loose family. At this Amanda began to get that all too familiar look that automatically signaled trouble for Duncan. "I never said that Bradley was the father, you see we were incompatible because immortals have a unique DNA structure." " Then who is Catherine's father?" " Do you remember that locket you gave me with a lock of your hair in it?" " You mean to tell me that…." " Yes, Catherine is your daughter too." Duncan looked at Catherine in awe and in an instant saw what had escaped him before, although she had Amanda's face, eyes, and build she also had his coloring and mannerisms. This revelation dizzied his mind and he abruptly fainted. "Well that went better than I expected mother, perhaps we should let him sleep on this for a while."
And with that said they went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for Duncan they figured that he might want to put something in his stomach before deciding to take the ten or twelve Tequila shots that were sure to come.
"I'm really finding this hard to believe professor, Scott said as he stared at Catherine, genetically engineered children, men and women who can live forever, its a little hard to swallow." "Why is it so hard to believe Scott? We've come across some rather strange characters in our own adventures." Beast said with a reassuring glance at Catherine. By this time Catherine was fully composed and rational and getting rather peeved at Scott's scepticism. "If you don't mind Scott can I finish my story." "You're not finished." "No smart ass I'm not." Catherine said in her most mocking tone. Bobby and Gambit were nearly on the floor trying to contain their laughter and Logan had an almost scary smile on his face. Even the professor had a slight grin that quickly vanished as he tried to compose Gambit and Bobby. Jean, Storm, and Rogue chastised me on my language. **You are definitely Amanda's daughter.** The professor said inside my head. "I know."
Ok let me know if you like it. Flame me if you want, but please try to realize that I'm combining the children's television X-Man timeline and the highlander time line continued from the last show of the season. I brought Duncan back to Paris, taken the liberty of not killing off Richie, and choosing not to go into that whole Antartica, Operation Zero Tolerance, Gambit is a traitor thing. this is my story not a rehersal for a future job at Marvel or Ryhser Entertainment.
Of Mutants and Immortals
By Animefreek
**denote thoughts
Chapter Four cont.
Catherine sat sitting on the couch in Xavier's office preparing herself to hear his story and hers. She still wasn't ready to reveal all but their wouldn't be any piece in the mansion until the whole truth came out.
Slowly the prof cleared his throat and began his story. "I first met Duncan Macleod a decade ago when I decided to take an improptu trip to Scotland. I was on the trail of a prospective student, or so I thought. Cerebro had led me to the village of Glenn finnen on the shores of Loch Sheel. When I arrived at the local inn I was disappointed to find that the young mutant that I'd tracked had been killed by a mob of frightened locals just three days before. I wanted to give his family my condolenses, but the young lady who ran the inn said that he had none and that her cousin paid for the funeral." "What is your cousin's name?" " Duncan, Duncan Macleod. If you would like to speak with him you can find him at the local antiques shop, I recall he said something about aquiring a sword." With that said Xavier set out to find Macleod. Little did he know he was about to find more than a good samaritan.
Xavier found himself inside of a quaint antiques store admiring an empressive array of mediaeval knives and swords along with tapestries and dishwares from various parts of the world. "Can I help you with anything in particular?" "I would like to speak to the owner of this establishment if he isn't busy." "He isn't", the Scott with shoulder lenght hair said. With a slight bow he introduced himself as Duncan Macleod. "I'm professor Charles Xavier, I was wondering if I could talk to you about the young mutant that was killed a few days ago." " Perhaps we should continue our conversation in my office." Duncan told the prof that he had known the child and his parents for many years and after his parents died in a car accident he payed for the young man's education. It wasn't until recently that he found out that his ward was a mutant. You could see the regret in Macleod's eyes, he was feeling guilty about the boy's death, probably thinking he could have stopped what happened if he'd known sooner. In the corner of Xavier's mind there was a nagging feeling that Macleod wasn't all that he seemed. It bothered him to feel this way about a man who he'd just me.
Their conversation went on for some time without either one of them noticing the day slip by. Slowly they entered into more pleasent conversation which included some of Duncan's more colorful historical "anecdotes". At the time Charles didn't know he had lived through most of them. Then something strange happened, Duncan jerked his head as if listening to some far off sound.
**I have to get Charles out of here!**
It was too late. Before either one of them could say another word an immortal by the name of Draco Monroe stepped into the office. At first glance he looked several years younger than Macleod but his eyes game him away even to mortals and especially to Charles. The man's thoughts were projecting out at an astonishing rate and Charles found himself listening to the stream of thoughts. "Immortals, Quickenings, the game, is this man mad?", Charles thought. "Charles leave here." The ice that had suddenly come into his new found friend's voice was quite startling to him. "I can't leave you here with him he's clearly mad!" By this time Draco was brandishing a large sword that had been hidden in his trench coat and to Charles' surprise his friend had found a sword of his own, a stylized katana.
**They're both mad.** Duncan had seen immortals behave like this before. Many of the men he had called friends, circumed to the madness of age and agelessness combined. They didn't care who learned their secrets or where they fought, they only lived for the battle and the result. The knowlegde they aquired went to waste and their madness further consumed them. He could tell Charles thought he was surrounded by two phychos. If he survived this fight he'd have a lot of explaining to do.
The two men fought furiously as Xavier watched. He didn't have to read their minds to figure out that this was a life or death situation. He watched as Duncan sliced into his opponent and vice versa. Then suddenly Macleod lost his balance and tripped on a small set of steps. As he fell back his sword flew away from him and across the room. Draco came in for the kill. Xavier couldn't watch any longer his eyes turned to slits of concentration and he sent the "younger looking" man flying into a far corner. It was now Duncan's turn to be surprised, two-fold.
Duncan couldn't believe what he had just seen, his enemy thrown across a room by an unseen force, apparently eminating from his new friend and Amanda rushing in from the back and promptly taking Draco's head. She hadn't noticed Charles when she came in, the only thought in her mind was protecting Duncan. She never would have taken Draco's head otherwise.
Xavier watched in awe as a brillent hue of light formed around the decapitated body and a thick fog fumed at Amanda's feet. The gentle light quickly turned into a fireworks show that would rival any fourth of july show in the states. All around windows shattered and earth seemed to quake, Amanda was enveloped in a lighting bolt that even his student storm would have a hard time controlling. Then stillness, nothing. Charles was afraid but he had to see if the woman was alright. To his bewilderment there wasn't a scratch on her. Duncan composed himself and put a hand on Xavier's shoulder, "I have a lot of Explaining to do." It seemed the only appropriate thing to say.
Xavier shook his head in disbelief as Duncan explained the existance of immortals and the "game" they play. It was all a little hard to swallow and Charles desperately wanted to call the local police, but what was he going to tell them. **Hi your favorite citizen's girlfriend just decapitated a man and now she's offering me something to drink!"** It was Duncan's turn now to ask some questions or at least comfirm some conclusions. " I'm guessing that you're a mutant, that would explain your interest in poor Brian and Monre flying across the room." He saw a brief streak of pain dash across his features. "Yes, I've founded a school for mutants in Westchester, New York; I teach young mutants to use their powers constructively to help their fellow man. I wanted to bring Brian back to the states unfortunately I was too late." " So you're a telepath." " Among other things." "I hope you've decided to keep my secret, I don't wish to know what the rest of the world would do if they found out about the existance of Immortals." Duncan was tense. "Of course, who would believe me?" "I'll keep the secret of your mutation, I assume that no one else besides close friends know about you or your school." Xavier nodded in agreement. With that said a most unusual friendship began with Duncan Macleod, Amanda Montrose, and Charles Xavier. Through the years they often got together and exchange ideas and stories.
"O.K. prof we believe you, surrrrre." Bobby said sarcastically. Jean glared at Bobby wiping the grin off his face. "Ok, that explains the mysterious mister Macleod, if its true, but what about the sword carrying little thief over there?" Scott said glaring at the sum what calmed Catherine. Jean gave him an even worse look than Bobby. Logan was going to laugh but Storm gabbed in the ribs. Catherine saw the look on Logan's face and broke into a grin, which was reciprocated by Logan. He was more of a friend than a father figure to her, probably her best there since the others decided to keep their distances for the time being and the professor was always working.
"Catherine is the second half of the story, he looked over at Catherine, I think its time she told her story." Catherine swallowed and summoned the small amount of courage she had left.
Chapter Five
Amanda and Catherine were sitting in their usual place at a small cafe in Paris. It had almost been a year since they had visited an they were both raring to go "shopping" at the local art exhibit. A priceless eygptian Cat statue was on display and Catherine had already lined up quite a few buyers on the black market. Amanda had arranged for them to be "security consultants" for the museum, after all who would suspect security of stealing a statue, especially a couple of somewhat ditzy brunettes. It was going to be the perfect scam or so they thought. Everything was going fine until Amanda saw him, Duncan Macleod.
He was sitting on the otherside of the cafe obliviously sipping a latte, enjoying the quiet of the afternoon. He had the most spectacular dark eyes, almost like mine and long black hair that would make most women I knew jealous. Quite a striking man, well muscled, an athelete he probably studied martial arts. "What do you think of him darling?" Amanda asked in her most angelic voice. "What? Am I susposed to? He's just another pretty face." I tried to sound nonchalant. "You're an excellent liar my dear,but a liar all the same. What do you say we make ourselves known." "You know him Amanda?" I call her Amanda sometimes when we are working so no one catches on we're related and blows our scam. "Of course I do, he's your father." I nearly choked on my latte. After I composed myself Amanda went into action.
Duncan was patiently sipping his coffee at an outside café in Paris when he felt an all too familiar shock roll up his spine, slowly he instinctively scanned the crowd of tourists and restaurant patrons. He knew he was safe in public but he had to know whether the immortal was friend or foe. To his surprise it was a little of both, for who should it be but Amanda Montrose or was it Dupree (she had a habit of changing her name every decade or so). A low groan escaped Duncan's mouth as she made her way over to his table trailed by a rather frail but elegant looking teenager. The teenager was decidedly mortal and on closer examination beautiful in dark kind of way. Her hair was jet black like his, but curly as it flowed past her shoulders. Her clothes the latest from Ralph Lauren and immaculately creased for a teenager. Duncan smiled to himself, at the thought of Amanda realizing that this kid could stop traffic along street in Paris if she wanted to. Amanda had a funny habit of not hanging around women who could be more than fair competition for her. As for the girl's eyes a chic pair of black shades covered them. Duncan thought this was rather unusual because it was overcast that day.
I put my shades on so he wouldn't see the expression on my face. I couldn't help but stare now I was looking at my father. I had a thousand questions for him and at the same time I couldn't say a word. I thought immortals couldn't have kids. I thought I'd been adopted. **He's my Father.**
"Hello Duncan darling!" Amanda said, in her most exuberant and flirtatious voice. "How long has it been two, three decades I've missed you so." Duncan went pale when she said that and looked at the young girl. " Don't worry dear she knows all about us. Oh, let me introduce you. Duncan, Catherine; Catherine, Duncan. Catherine is my daughter." At this Duncan choked and gagged on his Almond flavored coffee, which caused both Catherine and Amanda's faces to beam with mischievous pleasure. "Your daughter? When did you become the motherly type?" "Duncan I've always been the type and especially now since Catherine is mine biologically." Duncan proceeded to gag again as Catherine removed her shades to reveal eyes that were exactly like Amanda's, in fact looking at her; she looked exactly like Amanda. " Perhaps we should find a more private place to discuss this, people are beginning to stare."
After paying his bill and being forced into paying Amanda's bill the trio found themselves walking down a somewhat deserted street on the way to Duncan's barge. Duncan found himself staring at Catherine and thinking to himself that there was something else vaguely familiar about the girl's appearance, but right now he just couldn't put his finger on it. Duncan couldn't wait any longer to ask. "Amanda how could she possibly your biological daughter? Our kind can't have children." With that question Amanda got a little uneasy grin on her face. "Duncan I really think that we should talk about this behind closed doors." She shot a lighting fast glance to the man that was obviously following them. "You really don't know who could be listening or "watching"." Catherine shot Duncan a reassuring grin that told him that she really did know everything about them. When they reached the barge Catherine made herself quickly at home as if she belonged there. Duncan thought to himself, "If she really is Amanda's daughter she certainly has picked up one of Amanda's more irritating habits."
I decided to pretend as if I knew everything Amanda was talking about,but most of her story was still a mystery to me as well. The best I could do was try and reassure a very amazed and somewhat gittery Immortal with my best smile. Mom was right I am a good liar.
"Well Amanda explain this miracle to me or were you just pulling my leg." "Its rather a long story Duncan, but I guess its one you need to know after all its taken fifteen years for me to work up the courage to tell you." Amanda had an uneasy but dreamy look on her face. "Do you remember the last time I saw you Duncan?" "Yes, it was about twenty years ago I had to break you out the 101st Chicago precinct after your ex-boyfriend Wolf decided he'd had enough of immortals, immortality, and a thief for a girlfriend and decided to set you up for an art heist." Duncan was sorry he'd mentioned that it was obvious she was still smarting from that failed romance from the way her fair skin paled even more at the thought. "Well as you know I stopped my "hobby" for a while after that. What you don't know is that I went to college after that. I decided that I was going to change into a new Amanda. I received a master in Biology and Bachelors in genetics." (Duncan thought he was going to gag again, the thought of Amanda in somebody's class was funny but at the same time strangely scary.) Catherine giggled at the look on Duncan's face. "Don't worry Mr. Macleod she went back to being a thief when she got bored." Catherine teased. Duncan grinned, she was a charming child, and perhaps Amanda was doing something right for once.
After college, Amanda said with a glare on her face directed at Catherine, I became a lab assistant at GenBio Corp. in Maine. At that time I met a new love interest Bradley More. He was a brilliant geneticist who accidentally found out I was immortal. (Duncan groaned) Since I was so in "love" at the time I allowed him to secretly run test on my cell structure. I was going to marry him Duncan but you know what a disaster that can be for us. " "Amanda, Duncan said in a rather disturbed voice, this story is getting rather long. Just answer my question, how can she be your daughter?" "Bradley and I engineered her in our lab." Duncan's jaw dropped. "Where's Bradley now?" "There was an accident in the lab during the process and Bradley was killed in the explosion. Fortunately Catherine wasn't harmed and I was able to disappear with her before some very awkward questions were asked, like how in the world did I survive when the rest of the complex was destroyed." At this Duncan turned to Catherine and offered his condolences to her having lost her father. He of all people could understand what it meant to loose family. At this Amanda began to get that all too familiar look that automatically signaled trouble for Duncan. "I never said that Bradley was the father, you see we were incompatible because immortals have a unique DNA structure." " Then who is Catherine's father?" " Do you remember that locket you gave me with a lock of your hair in it?" " You mean to tell me that…." " Yes, Catherine is your daughter too." Duncan looked at Catherine in awe and in an instant saw what had escaped him before, although she had Amanda's face, eyes, and build she also had his coloring and mannerisms. This revelation dizzied his mind and he abruptly fainted. "Well that went better than I expected mother, perhaps we should let him sleep on this for a while."
And with that said they went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for Duncan they figured that he might want to put something in his stomach before deciding to take the ten or twelve Tequila shots that were sure to come.
"I'm really finding this hard to believe professor, Scott said as he stared at Catherine, genetically engineered children, men and women who can live forever, its a little hard to swallow." "Why is it so hard to believe Scott? We've come across some rather strange characters in our own adventures." Beast said with a reassuring glance at Catherine. By this time Catherine was fully composed and rational and getting rather peeved at Scott's scepticism. "If you don't mind Scott can I finish my story." "You're not finished." "No smart ass I'm not." Catherine said in her most mocking tone. Bobby and Gambit were nearly on the floor trying to contain their laughter and Logan had an almost scary smile on his face. Even the professor had a slight grin that quickly vanished as he tried to compose Gambit and Bobby. Jean, Storm, and Rogue chastised me on my language. **You are definitely Amanda's daughter.** The professor said inside my head. "I know."
Ok let me know if you like it. Flame me if you want, but please try to realize that I'm combining the children's television X-Man timeline and the highlander time line continued from the last show of the season. I brought Duncan back to Paris, taken the liberty of not killing off Richie, and choosing not to go into that whole Antartica, Operation Zero Tolerance, Gambit is a traitor thing. this is my story not a rehersal for a future job at Marvel or Ryhser Entertainment.