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: 919
A/N: Still not the original piece that was meant to start out LtBWR. For the love of god.

Let the Black Waves Roll
Uncomfortable Bedfellows

"Rina, if you drop your shoulder one more time, I'm gonna hit you with a hammer," Kit snapped. "It's a tell."

"A misguiding tell. They think I'm gonna make my neck vulnerable and I'm trickin' 'em," Rina shrugged, cracking her neck with such force that Kit actually winced at the sound. Forget the monsters, girl was gonna kill herself before they even got a chance. "So how's the bear?"

Kit glared at her. The Bear was tetchy. And she knew it. Rina just liked goading her about him. He trailed them on every other patrol that she went on with Rina. Which was annoying him to no end.

"Focus on your tells, and not on the Bear."

"I don't got a tell," Rina pouted. "And I'm hungry!"

"Are you seriously pouting for food? You just devoured a whole basket of chicken strips like thirty minutes ago."

"I'm a growin' slayer. I'm always either hungry or -"

"You are not allowed to call Faith any more," Kit rolled her eyes and turned to the doorway. "Do your cool-down routine and I'll score you a snack. Do not mention the last half of that statement around impressionable bears."

"Aw, I can't tease Cody and Kyle?"

"No. You cannot."

"Fine, spoil all my fun," Rina pouted again.

Kit shook her head again and left her charge to her cool down. This whole mentoring the young was just a pain in the ass. Her monthly stipend was spent on just feeding the kid. Not that it even came close to making things up to her slayer. She owed Rina better than a doomed infatuation with a Peltier brother. One of them was bad enough.

Speaking of the Grizzly devil. Shit. Kit drew up short in the main barroom as she saw a lanky redhead glaring up at the bear.

"I'm here for Holburn," the woman said in a thick Brooklyn accent. One that Kit was all too familiar with.

"You're also two days late," Kit said, skirting through the growing afternoon crowd and coming up to the bar. "Lafayette, I need chicken for my girl."

"Shit, he's like that?" The redhead pouted, glancing over at her. "And the late shit ain't on me. Mandy took forever to get her ass in gear."

"And I need a shot. Any chance I'll get one?" Kit glanced over at Remi, who had definitely not liked the whole Lafayette thing. She thought it was clever on her part, because it kept him pissed and uninterested in her. Even if she did want him to be interested in her.

"What kind of chicken?" Remi glowered at her. He'd get Rina's chicken, but her chances of a shot in the near future were shot to hell.

"You know Rina, the hotter the better," Kit rolled her eyes. That was a motto for this town. The food, the drinks, the sex - well, that part was still in theory. At least for her. "Where's Mandy, Lisa?"

"Over there, flirtin' with some rednecks," Lisa Calloway snorted.

"Of course she is," Kit narrowed her eyes at the slayer. "Question is, why aren't you?"

"Not my type," Lisa's eyes flicked over to the somber bear.

"He's not your type either," Kit muttered.

"Shit, I ain't poachin'," Lisa smirked at her.

"Why don't you head on back and see how Rina's doing."

"Take the chicken," Remi growled at her, shoving Rina's order practically in Lisa's face.

"Touchy."

"You don't even know the half of it," Kit muttered. Remi continued to glare at her, his arms crossing as Lisa pulled a face behind his back and followed Kit's outstretched hand. "My shot?"

"What's with the slayers?"

"They're the replacements for the ones we lost," Kit swallowed thickly, remembering the fallen slayers. "And Rina's replacement for the next few months."

"Replacement?"

"Our little girl's all grown up. Plus, she's out of school for the next three months. She's scheduled to go up to the Cleveland branch and do a stint up there."

Kit didn't like it. She'd gotten attached to the slayer. It was her responsibility to make sure her slayer was safe, and it didn't sit well for her to be so far away. She was gonna miss the kid, and there was no way Mandy or Lisa - who were both closer to Kit in age - could compare to the sweet 19 year old. Kit sniffed a bit, shaking her head at her thoughts. Rina was only gonna be gone for three months. She didn't register the low rumble as a shot glass of amber colored liquor slapped down in front of her.

"Shit, a sniffle equals top shelf booze?" Kit gave Remi a tight smile. "What the hell do full on tears get me?"

"A painless death."

"Oh-kay, do I need to intervene?" Rina said, stepping out around the bar, a chicken wing firmly pinched between to fingers.

"You ate all of that already?" Kit gaped at her. "I seriously wish you would just get fat already."

"Slayer metabolism, and that heifer ate half of them before she even got to me!" Rina pouted.

"My mouth is on fuckin' fire! How can you eat those things?" Lisa gasped.

"You ate six of 'em!" Rina stuck her tongue out at her.

"I think I need to get the kidlets home," Kit groaned, shooting back her drink.

"Good, cause your girl's gonna start a bar fight with those rednecks."

"Fuck me!" Rina leaving was gonna be the worst damn thing to happen around here.