Disclaimer: I don't own damn it... I don't own X-Men or the characters, I don't own Highlander. I do own Connie Wilson, and the immortals (when I get to the fuckers)

Note: Again no accents yet. Sorry. And if you haven't guessed yet I was a little cautious with the R yet some of the stuff isn't too pleasant.

Reviewers; Thanks... No Strom doesn't know Remy's immortal and spelling mistakes are because I'm a dumbass.

The whole Connie is better than Remy is because she hasn't rejected her immortal status and has kept practising while Remy has lost touch with the old skills. The whole Logan the big badass, yeah I know but Au. *shrugs.*

Chapter 5

Remy woke up later than usual. It was 3 pm. He felt strange, as though he had been recharged. by the use of his old skills by the combat. But as soon as he moved he realised that he kidding himself. He muscles screamed louder than they had the previous day. The room began to spin. He closed his eyes, and tried to regain some focus.

"I wanted to spar with you this morning but when I came up here you were dead to the world. Let me check your wounds. I'll heal your muscles a little if you like." He felt uneasy that he hadn't felt her presence. But the offer she had gave him was too good to refuse.

"Please." He added a slight nod, without opening his eyes. He lay still as Connie removed his sheets from his body. She gently removed the bandaging she had applied last night. She raised an eyebrow to the poor attempted healing of the wound. She check for any infection, there was none evident. So she placed her hands on his chest.

Remy felt a hot sensation as she pressed her hands on his skin. She began slowly over the chest wound. Slowly healing the torn and sliced cells so that they matted together to leave little if no scar tissue. Her abilities with flames increased her healing powers as she could increase the collisions between molecules with the heat. It took several minuets of deep concentration to leave no scarring but a little heat rash. She continued on to his muscles deciding it was best to her skills as a masseuse. Gently but firmly heating the muscles to relieve some of the ache. She had no intension of healing him fully. Simply because he wasn't a child and he could do the rest himself.. He groaned out of pleasure.

"Feel better?" She asked whispering into his ear. He still kept his eyes closed as he answered.

"Much."

"Then get up, get a shower, get dressed, get some breakfast or tea and meet me in the Danger room." He groaned again this time out of desperation. He felt better but he still ached, and he knew that she knew that. Connie kissed him on the cheek and left his room.

Remy remembered the first time Connie had healed him. It was after a battle near the French town do Bordeaux. He had been left a wreck after a full week of fighting in the most intense part of the battle. All the men he had come into battle had died some five days before the end but the generals just kept sending men. He had reserved a sword wound to through his heart. Connie had simply picked him up and carried him off the battle field. He had expected to be on his 'death bed' for months but with Connie superior healing ability he had been up and around within a week.

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The Kitchen was quiet, Jean, Scott and Rouge were all sitting at the kitchen table Connie was standing outside with a glass of orange talking to Logan.

"We saw you yesterday in the danger room. Quite a show. Where did you learn to fight like that?" Logan asked. In truth Connie didn't know where she had learnt to fight. She was born into a time where women were supposed to stay out of sight, a time where women were a liability in warfare. She simply knew. She knew the techniques and skills.

"Natural ability." It was the only conclusion she could come up with. Her father had never even shown her his sword. She had only knew that she could fight with a sword when Remy had asked him to fight him when she had first found out that she was an immortal. She was born this way. It seemed suitable. The quest was to the death the setters of the quest must have thought it would be more interesting with all the fighter could actually fight naturally to some degree.

Rouge came out to talk to Connie. She had barely seen the girl since their introduction. Rouge couldn't help but compare herself to Connie to try and understand why Remy trusted Connie but not her.

She was pretty, curvy and strangely dark. As though she had some evil within her that could kill you with just one look. She had stunning brown eyes highlighted by blue eye shadow and jet-black eyeliner and mascara. Dark brown hair that had dies ingrained on blue and red. Rouge also noted that strength radiated off her.

"So Connie ah was wondering' about you and Gambit." Logan gave Rouge a quizzical look Connie simply shook her head.

"No you weren't you were wondering what I could tell you about Remy that won't tell you. Listen Rouge I can't tell you anything Remy doesn't want you to know. It wouldn't be fair. Remy needs to trust you to tell you everything. If I tell you right now when neither of you are ready I'll wreck everything that you have and could possibly have together. Rouge, Remy loves you so deeply it's blinding, he doesn't want to lose you."

Rouge simply stared at Connie. She knew deep down the girl was right but what really unnerved her was that Connie had seen straight through her. Connie checked her watch made her apologies and headed for the danger room.

Logan placed his hand on Rouge shoulder. Took a deep breathe and said.

"You know she's right about him loving you." He gently squeezed her shoulder and headed to watch the danger room session.

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