Title: Let the Black Waves Roll
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: I do not own: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the Dark-Hunters (Glee or Supernatural)
Summary: This is what happens when a Watcher of average abilities is forced into tight quarters with a Bear who's faced numerous heartaches. Sanctuary will never be the same.
Words: 1,838
A/N: So, I re-read a few of the early bits of Kit/Remi in ROT, and because I jump started Sam Evans' friendship with Quinn they kind of are all out of whack. So, while Tina calling about relationship advice and Remi answering is cute, we might be cutting it. Or not. Whatevs. (Also, I am not a fan of season 4 so far. I don't like Marley, Kitty or Jake. And my feelings for Wade/Unique are…up in the air. And seriously, it's called Glee not stalk-the-class-of-2012-because-our-new-students-aren't-as-interesting. It's like Saved by the Bell all over again. Those damn kids were in their High School phase for a decade.)
Also, this chapter was heavily influenced by the song I'll Try by Jonatha Brooke.

Let the Black Waves Roll
I Am Not a Child Now, I Can Take Care of Myself

She had some straight up issues. And the kid wasn't helping. Kit glanced back at the lagging teen who was flirting like crazy with the boys trailing behind them. If she had known the blonde teen was going to attract so much attention, she sure as hell wouldn't have volunteered to take her out shopping. Never mind that the shops they'd hit had owed Remi or her slayers a few favors and had given them a pretty steep discount. It was the jaw-draggers that were her issue now.

"Hey, sis, you might want to hurry it up. The doc said that rash medication would only work for a few hours and it's nearly time to reapply," Kit laced her arm through Quinn's and dragged her the last block and a half back to Sanctuary.

Quinn sputtered and glared daggers at her, but the small herd of teenage boys had backed the fuck off. Thank god. She stomped through the doors and straight for the bar, dumping her bags at the foot of a stool while Kit followed along more leisurely, a happy smirk on her face.

"I cannot believe what an utter bitch you are!" Quinn spat over her shoulder, drawing the attention of some of the bar's patrons. "Just because no one wants to be with you -"

"Means that you forget why you're here? I wasn't aware my vagina had anything to do with your life expectancy, Quinn," Kit snapped. Kid might have been the queen bee back in Lima, but in New Orleans, she wasn't shit and Kit did not have to put up with her attitude. She might empathize with her, but she sure as hell wasn't letting Quinn walk all over her. "You're here for one reason, and one reason only. To be safe. Not to go trolling for a neighborhood gangbang. And that's what you were pretty much asking for. There were four of them, Quinn. Four boys who could have possibly overpowered us. And for damn sure wouldhave overpowered you had you been alone."

"Nothing was going to happen -"

"Really? Because nothing bad happens anywhere ever? What the hell planet are you living on?" Kit shook her head. "You know what, I really don't give a fuck. Take your bags to your room."

"You're nothing to me. I don't have to do what you say!" Quinn spat.

"I amsomething to you, kid. I'm your goddamned keeper. So move your cheer squad ass to the room on the double."

Kit stared unblinking at her. Quinn huffed, but caved after a few minutes of the non-blinking. She scooped up her crap and stormed off. Kit didn't move until she saw Cody slink behind Quinn, making sure she got to her room. Thank god the cubs liked her. They had helped keep tabs on Quinn when she couldn't.

"My god, you reminded me of my momma," Aimee leaned across the bar, her eyes shining.

"I am too fucking young to be that kid's mom," Kit blinked her eyes a few times. Not blinking had been a bitch, but she wasn't gonna back down. "And I am definitely too pretty to be your momma."

"You're gonna be a great mom one day," Aimee grinned. "You buy out every shop?"

"I'm never having kids," Not that she'd own up to wanting them, stupidly with Aimee's big brother. "And my god, I hate shopping for girly crap."

"I'd imagine Dawn would have cured you of that," the bear laughed.

"Um, she's the reason I hate it."

"So, what did the kid do now?"

"Besides almost get us raped and killed? She tried to steal my phone three times to call her friends. She sent off a few facebook comments that gave away her location in the city, and she flirted like crazy with some little punks. Oh, my god."

"What?"

"Take out the whole facebook thing, and I'm pretty sure I just repeated a list of offences my mother once quoted back to me."

"Congratulations, it's a bouncing, bitchy teenager," Aimee slapped a notepad in front of her. "You missed a few calls while the kid was busy stealing your phone."

"A few? Who?"

"Vi, Carlos," Aimee grinned at that. "Dawn."

"Allmy besties?"

"And Kennedy."

"Ugh," Kit reached for the pad and scanned the messages. Kennedy's was just to let her know that Rina was finally up on her feet again after the dental surgeries she'd needed after the accident. Dawn's was that there was no news on Sam Winchester yet, but that they were tracking down a new legal guardian for Quinn. Carlos' was about the fact that Vi was driving them bonkers. Apparently, she was moping about Sam and bringing their road trip down. Vi's was - "What the fuck?"

Quinn swiped the tears away from her eyes. She hadn't done anything wrong. A little harmless flirting never hurt anyone. And she'd finally felt good about herself. After the baby had been born, she'd fallen into a funk. It didn't help that Rachel's biological mother had adopted the baby. Beth. She had a name. Her daughter had a name.

But Beth wasn't hers anymore. She was Ms. Williams' daughter now. Just like Quinn wasn't her parents' child anymore. They'd given her up. She'd been scared and alone in the hospital after Beth had been born. Mercedes and Puck had been with her in the delivery room, and a woman named Jaylin who'd come to be with her at the hospital's prompting.

After, there hadn't been anyone. She'd been alone while Puck's and Rachel's families had converged on the baby. Now, all she had was a keeper. Kit didn't even like her. Whatever. When this was all done, she'd go back to Lima and - do what?

"I was a little busy," Kit snapped through the phone. "Is Carlos okay?"

"Sam only punched him once," Vi's voice crackled over the car's speakerphone. "Connor was taking him back to Cleveland."

"You lethim get away?" Kit caught sight of Remi barreling through the bar. She waved him off.

"I was scraping Carlos and his glass jaw off the ground. Connor lost his trail."

"You know, I'm getting really sick of Sam Winchester beating up my favorite people."

"Then you're gonna hate this."

"What?"

"He's headed for your girl."

"She's not my girl. And why is he gunning for her?"

"Well, I might have egged him on. Accidentally."

"Vi, you are really not telling me anything good right now."

"Captain Jack has been spotted."

"Okay, I can make a rainbow out of that," Kit couldn't help but smile at the thought of Captain Jack. She really did like that guy. "Call me if you get any sightings of him closer than St. Louis."

"Will do."

She set the handset down and turned to face Aimee, Kyle and Remi. Yeah, they weren't gonna be happy campers when she told them. Hell, she wasn't happy about it.

"Well, boys and girls, it's time to batten down the hatches. Glad I took the brat shopping today and not tomorrow like I originally planned," Kit yanked on her ponytail.

"What'd the bastard do now?" Remi demanded.

"The parasite that took over Sam's body made him deck Carlos and mess with Vi's head. North of St. Louis last night while they were patrolling. Sam got a lucky punch, and Carlos went down. He's gunning for the kid now. Fuck!" Kit balled her fist and punched at Remi. He didn't even flinch. Of course, she was pulling the punch. Hey, that was her story and she was sticking to it.

"Feel better?"

"No. I'd feel better if I was teenager-free, soaking in tub with hot cabana boys servicing me any way I saw fit. Unfortunately, all I got is more problems," Kit sighed, letting her head drop. "So, Vi's on her way here because Sam couldn't or wouldn't go after her other than to taunt and break her heart a little."

"Boy's stupid if he can't see she's hung up on him."

Aimee coughed as she passed. Kit was fairly certain it was something along the lines of 'kettle' and 'black', but she was choosing to ignore it. She had one mission, and that was to notkill Sam Winchester.

"Phone, Kit," Kyle tossed her the handset.

"Seriously, who took my phone and why is no one calling me on it?" Kit huffed. "Holburn."

"So you are in town. That's just peachy."

"Winchester."

"The one and only…kind of. Nice body he's got, anyway. How are you, Kitten?"

"Do I know you, parasite?"

"Not yet. Of course, I'm more interested in your charge and her connections to the underworld."

"Well, I wouldn't call Mandy's boyfriend the prince of darkness, but he does have that theatrical tendency."

"The cheerleader. Where is she, Kit?"

"Don't know what you mean."

"Well, she is shaking her ass down Bourbon. Not for long. But enough to lure me to her."

The line clicked dead and Kit was off the bar stool in two seconds flat. Cody was leaning against the wall across from Quinn's room. He stumbled upright as she flung it open, revealing a fluttering curtain and an open widow.

"That little shit!" Kit's hands shook. "If Sam doesn't kill her, I will."

"Where?"

"Bourbon. Nothing more specific because he wants her dead," Kit turned to Remi. "I am so killing her myself."

"Hold on," Remi grumbled.

Quinn kept moving, her head ducked low as she made her way down the now-teeming street. The sun was slinking lower, and the bars were crowding with the weekend rush. What did it matter that Kit had warned her it wasn't safe? She stopped caring.

"Aw, poor little cheerleader. Life's just been so hard on you."

Quinn's head jerked up as Sam Winchester stalked toward her.

Kit wobbled a bit as they came to a grinding stop. She pushed away from Remi, trying to find that stupid kid before she got herself killed. But Remi had other thoughts. His hands tightened on her arms and dragged her to a halt.

"What the hell, Peltier!"

"Not that way," Remi rumbled, steering her around. "Over there."

"Fuck. It's Sam!"

The world seemed to tilt as she watched Sam shove Quinn back against the wall. The girl's head smacked against the brick and Kit was running, not even noticing that the crowd parted in front of her to let her pass. She angled her shoulder as she drove herself into Sam's side, knocking him into a pile of garbage. She would have gone tumbling after him had Remi not grabbed her arms again to keep her from falling.

"I got this," Remi growled, propelling her toward Quinn.

Kit dropped to a crouch as Quinn started to slip to the ground. She cupped the girl's face, trying to get a grasp on her condition. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused, but she was still awake.

"Oh, kid, what were you thinking?" Kit muttered, helping Quinn to her feet.