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: 1,039
A/N: Still not the original piece I had written as the starter for this series. Sigh.

Let the Black Waves Roll
Look Just Fine to Me

"What do you mean I should stay put?" Kit frowned at Xander.

"We need representation in the city -"

"Yeah, because the last representation we had here worked out so well," Kit shook her head. "Not a good idea. Bad shit happens here."

"And you handled yourself remarkably well, considering," Xander shrugged.

"Considering?" Kit narrowed her eyes at him.

"Considering you extracted information bloodlessly, while injured, in order to save your slayer's life," Xander smiled. "Not all watchers have been able to do that."

"Don't blow smoke up my ass," Kit crossed her arms. "Why am I really being shunted off?"

"Dawn's nesting."

"Huh?"

"Do you want her to play matchmaker for you?" Xander deadpanned. "She's already trying to do that with the inner circle of junior Watchers and Slayers. I'm looking out for you."

"That makes absolutely no sense what so ever."

"Buffy's engaged, which Dawn's been pushing for since Graham came back into Buffy's life. She's feeling at odds. She doesn't have a permanent slayer, and she's now tooling around in a shiny black Impala. With a very broken boy. So, if you're not up to being little Sammy Winchester's love bunny, you better smile and say 'thank you for the out, Xander'."

Kit sat hard on the stool. She should have known that this was a possibility. Dawn. Nesting. God, what a frightening thought. She'd already lived through Buffy's version of the 'disease'. She'd take the soul-suckers of New Orleans with a smile.

"Thank you for the out, Mr. Harris."

"Xander."

"You're my boss -"

"Your boss who sends you to help destroy bad creatures. I think you can call me Xander."

"Whatever," Kit rolled her eyes. "The bear. Do I have to be his liaison?"

"No," Remi glowered at Savitar.

"Then you want me to revoke the safe haven status of your establishment."

Remi glared at the damn surfer. Knowing what happened last time their status had been revoked made him actually give a shit about this. It had ripped their family apart, and no way was he being held to that happening a second time.

"Good, now that it's settled -"

"She's fucking human."

"She signed up for it, and you better watch your fucking tone, Bear," Savitar's eyes narrowed on him. "Time's are changing. New hunters popping up everywhere, causing merry hell with what ain't been broke for eons. Adjust."

"I don't do adjustment."

"Then you better learn fucking fast. That breakable little human is under your protection. Deal with it."

Remi glanced over at the dark haired child the damn Council had sent to shake things up. He had to admit, she'd had some brass ones when she'd interrogated the leech. He didn't think she'd honestly had it in her. He figured she would have tapped him in when she'd asked if he had a knife. Didn't mean he liked this fucked up situation one bit.

Three days later, Kit found herself walking through the front doors of Sanctuary. Her jeans were strategically torn to keep - but not in a way that would hinder her from running. Her hoodie was a bit baggy, but just enough keep her from being hit on. She hadn't bothered with make-up. She'd gone through the heavy-makeup face as a teen and now with her job, it was too much of a fucking hassle. She nodded to Aimee and slipped through to the bar, hopping up on the seat and swinging her legs hard enough that her toes bumped the wood.

"You look like fucking bait," Remi growled as he slapped a towel in front of her.

"Really? I was trying to blend," She glanced around at the college crowd that seemed to be mingling. It was still early. "I look like half the people in here."

"Like I said, bait."

"Damn, I knew I should've hit up Hooker R'Us before I came here," Kit snapped her fingers in an 'aw-shucks' motion. "You know, to get my hardened hooker edge on."

"Quit bein' cute."

"Can't help it, it's my natural demeanor," Kit blinked up at him. "Are you gonna ask me if I want a drink, barkeep?"

"Whaddya want."

"A Coke."

Remi looked ready to growl at her. She was grateful the damn glass he slapped down in front of her was plastic. Although, plastic could shatter. Carlos had a scar to prove it.

"Look, neither one of us is fucking ecstatic about being flung together, but we're stuck. So suck it the fuck up and stop giving me the pissy attitude, Peltier," Kit narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm here temporarily, and I've got no beef with your family. Hell, my mentor was a wolf during my training."

"A half-breed wolf is not -"

"I know, I know, you're all bigots. Arcadians and Katagaria rule, dummies who got bit by demonically inclined creatures drool. Are you done being a dick?"

"You do know who you're talking to, right?" Someone muttered beside her.

"Mind your own fucking business," Kit snapped at them, her eyes never leaving Remi. "I'm not gonna be hanging off of you while I'm here. I'm only gonna call you as needed."

"You're a little girl," Remi snorted.

"And you really wanna get kicked in the balls, don't you?"

"You could try."

"I could, but you might take that as foreplay."

"You've got a death wish."

"I actually don't," Kit leaned forward. "Not anymore. My first brush with real death was enough to cure me of that habit."

"Then why are you somebody's stooge?"

"I'm not. I'm doing my job. Just like everybody else. I'm making a difference."

"Who're you trying to convince? Me or you?"

"Me."

Remi pulled back at that word. He'd intended to freak her out and poke at her confidence. He hadn't expected her to crack.

"Because if I don't convince myself, I get shipped back to Ohio or South Dakota and in the path of Whirlwind Dawnie and Puppy Sam and I'm too damn young for a HEA," Kit narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm being incredibly selfish about this. I'm putting up with your snarling and snarky attitude so I can live to fight another day. So. Suck it up, Peltier. You're stuck with me."