Hi everyone, I'm so sorry I haven't updated i a looooong time. Had exams and too many assignments, lol. my chapters may alternate between points of view, hope its not to confusing? A

Anyway, Disclaimer: I do not own or make any money off of this. Highlander and X-men belong to their respective owners. I just play with them. I do own Bronwyn though.

Oh and this chapter is dedicated to my awesome friend, and partner in crime, Zain with a Z.

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I walked out of the barge before Duncan even had a chance to reply. Paris was brisk as usual, but I didn't mind, I loved the cold.

A gust of wind blew in from the north and I tightened my coat around me, I don't know how Duncan and Adam managed to do that with their swords in their coats.

As I walked I got the feeling I was being watched.

I rolled my eyes, I don't like being followed, it makes me feel uncomfortable…..duh.

"Fantastic, I can't just go for a simple walk …NOOOOO…..I have to be stalked, what is the world coming too?" I mumbled to myself, feeling slightly panicked but that slowly ebbed away to something that more resembled annoyance. I picked up the pace a little, not enough to alert those following me but enough to gain some distance. The footsteps behind me quickened their pace and from what I could tell there were about 3 of them.

"I could probably take on three people" I silently mused to myself, my lips curling ever so slightly at the corners into a wry smile, "But I don't think Duncan or Adam would like it if I just started attacking people on the street".

I wandered a few more blocks, secretly observing them and could hear them muttering behind me but couldn't make much out other than the occasional word, "that her…….I thinks so…. looks like her…… do you think she knows we are following her" I heard from their whispers.

"People can be dense sometimes; I mean would it kill them to be a little covert, stealthy even. It would be less obvious if they were humming the mission impossible theme tune" I had to laugh at my thoughts, I wasn't giving these people much credit though, they probably weren't aware that they were following someone who was aware of their movements before they were. That's what you learnt living around immortals.

My legs were starting to get tired as I started to quicken my pace. These people may not be a huge threat, nothing I couldn't handle, but I would rather not draw attention to myself.

I always have been a very introverted person, not enough interaction with people my own age, rough childhood….yada yada yada. I am cautious of everyone until I am sure of their intentions, and since these peoples intensions were pretty much exclusively stuck on me I wasn't taking any chances.

I was getting tired of the 3 stooges following me so I turned the next corner and waited, I stuffed my anxiousness back into its corner as the 3 people turned the corner and were startled to find me leaning against the wall waiting for them, there shocked expressions made me feel a mix between amusement and anxiousness, anxiousness won out in the end and I fought the urge to turn and walk away, quickly.

"Puis-je vous aider" (can I help you?)I said in perfect French, whilst thinking "Bet they weren't expecting that" I laughed internally, but let nothing but the question linger in the air.

"Parlez-vous anglais" (do you speak English) the white haired woman asked me, I nodded; I was not in the mood to fake a French accent today, so I decided on the non-speaking nodding path, hey it works.

"I'm sorry, we didn't mean to startle you" she said. It hit me then that they all looked a bit well…..off, I mean nothing overly strange but they looked………I don't know. I took a step back and started to consider why they were following me.

"My name is Ororo, this is Scott and Logan" she said pointing to the men standing next to her "it's a pleasure to meet you" and with that she stuck out her hand to shake mine; I left my hands in my pockets. I don't shake peoples hands that involves touching, I don't do touching.

I felt uneasy, this felt wrong, obviously these people were interested in me but they were too nice, if they where going to try something , why the niceties. I heard an ambulance approaching and I was thinking of my options, I was fast but I didn't want them following me. When they turned to avoid (narrowly) being torpedoed by an ambulance I took the opportunity and disappeared around the corner. I avoid confrontation when possible, better to be safe then dead……or something like that.

"Bronwyn…wait" I heard echo behind me when they noticed my absence. "How do they know my name" I thought to myself starting to panic, this was bad, me and my family are very good at not being found, in fact Adam and Duncan excelled at it, I had to be careful now, I was still on a few peoples "To Find" list and frankly being found was not a likable option.

I ran as fast as I could, cutting through the park trying to lose them down a side alleyway to the water front where the barge was, I stopped beside a trash bin behind a Chinese restaurant to catch my breath.

I began to shake with adrenaline, this was bringing up memories that should stay locked up in the deepest parts of my mind, never to see daylight, but alas my memories haunt me still, following me, taunting me, jumping out of the shadows when least wanted. I can't control it, I guess some would call them flashbacks, but I call them freaking annoying.

"Calm down Bronwyn" I demanded to myself, this was not helping the situation, "what am I like 8, I never used to react this bad, oh wait yes I did, but now was not the time". Taking deep breathes; I checked the coast was clear, turned around and ran to the water front, sticking to the shadows. I opened the front door and hung up my coat. I wasn't stupid enough to lead them back to my home, hopefully.

I had calmed myself somewhat by now, pushing my troubles into a corner of my mind, I slid on my 'I'm fine' mask, which I learnt from Adam, I was very good at hiding my emotions from people, well most people.

I heard Duncan in the kitchen, probably cooking up some sort of weird concoction; I walked towards aroma radiating from the kitchen and saw he was cooking soup, great I just knew he was going to try and put carrots in it, I wrinkled my nose at the thought.

"Hey kiddo, your back early, dinner wont be……" he stopped as he saw me standing there.

"What's wrong "he asked, He always knew when something was wrong, Duncan was almost as good as Adam when it came to reading me, almost. Taking a deep breathe, I didn't want to raise suspicion.

"Calm down Mac, everything's fine, I'm just a little worked up is all. Had some people follow me in the park" I said talking in an off handed manner, like it was no big deal.

"They probably just wanted directions or something, you know how I get" I told him not wanting him to worry further. In fact I didn't know who I was trying to convince him or me. I decided to leave out the name thing, that would cause a panic and he would ring Adam and then I would have to go back to seacouver, I was enjoying Paris way to much for that.

I walked past him and took off my shoes. Trying not to fall which on a barge in the canal was not easy, I didn't always have the best sense of equilibrium especially not on a boat.

"Ok, well dinner wont be ready for another hour or so" he said getting back to chopping up veggies, not wanting to press further, but I could read him like a book and knew he wanted to ask me more.

"That's ok, I think I might go have a little nap" running away from people must have taken a lot out of me I mused to myself. "Oh and Mac" I said whilst walking slowly to my room.

"Yeah" he yelled, I smiled "Don't try sneaking any carrots into the soup, I know you too well" and with that I heard a laugh from the kitchen and my worries melted away.

I made it to my bed on shaky legs and sank into it, savoring the soft quilt and fluffy pillows, "I love beds" I moaned, too many nights spent sleeping on a floor taught me to cherish pillows and cherish them I would, before long I fell into a blissful sleep, not even stirring at the knock on the front door.

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