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: 1550
A/N: This part jumps ahead a bit. Kit has been cooperating with Remi & vice-versa (mainly because I can't figure out what his actual job description is other than to snark, beat the shit out of people and make drinks). They'll be in chronological order. Kit meets Remi. They work together. They deal with Glee/Supernatural characters, they deal with each other. In that order. I needed to write this so I can stop channeling them in every other fricken chapter of ROT.

Let the Black Waves Roll
Fighting the Feeling

"Don't make me smack you over the head with a newspaper," Kit glared up at the shifter standing behind her.

"That only works on the mutts," came the deep rumble.

Swear to God, that voice could melt her panties faster than a flex-off between the Rock and 80's Lundgren any day. Kit shook her head. Now was definitely not the time to be zoning out to beefcake bliss while a Peltier was hanging around. Especially not Remi.

"Haven't you heard that we all come from the same genetic background? You're like maybe half a step above a canine shifter," Kit smirked up at the blond behemoth crowding her space. "At least your sister thinks so."

"Don't drag me into your lovers' quarrel," Aimee, Remi's only sister snorted as she skirted around the table in the back room. "And don't let me hear you talking about Fang like that again, Holburn. My brothers aren't the only ones who know where to hide the bodies."

"I would never besmirch Fang's good name. I adore him like I do most fluffy puppies," Kit replied, batting her eyelashes prettily.

"Don't make me eat you just to get you to shut up," Remi growled above her ear.

"That'd just make me louder," Kit shot back. "I'm more of a screamer."

The words were out of her mouth before she even registered what she had said. The siblings' laughter - more like bear snorts - got louder with her blushes. Dammit. She so needed to get laid fast. There were single Dark-Hunters around here somewhere, right? They were horny bastards apparently. It was too damn dangerous to sleep with the Arcadians and the Katagaria. Especially when there was one in particular she wanted the most.

"I so need to get laid," Kit shook her head, trying to get her mind off of Remi.

"That an offer?" Another annoyingly gorgeous Peltier grinned at her.

"Kyle, don't make me hide the honey," Kit quirked her brow at him.

"Pushin' all my buttons -" chirped from her phone. She was smacking Dawn when she saw her next. "I hate that ringtone, Summers."

"You love it, you're just trying to act all hard in front of the Bears," Dawn Summers cackled over the line.

"What's cooking?" Kit grinned, ignoring the glower now directed her way.

"So, Carlos and Connor have decided to tag-team it across the country," Dawn sighed.

"Never a good thing. They can barely stand each other."

"Carlos and Connor like each other in theory, but it's not like they're blood relations. Connor has no compunction about killing Carlos and leaving the body to rot in the desert somewhere."

"I'm not going on a field trip with them," Kit snorted. She'd done the field trip around the globe thing once before with her best boy friend. She and Carlos had made a blood pact to never speak of it again. "Besides, you got me drafted here, remember? I've got responsibilities I shouldn't shirk."

"The Big Easy is their first stop."

"I. Hate. You." Kit thought about it for a second. "Hey, is Connor seeing anyone?"

"Ain't that the girly looking one?" Remi growled in her ear.

Kit jumped a foot and a half. Why was he hovering over her shoulder? Had he been listening to her entire conversation? Probably. The Bear had no sense of decency that she was aware of. That had been torn out of him centuries ago.

"Butt out of my convo, Peltier -"

"Remi's there? And no, it's not a good idea to sleep with a junior Scooby, Kit. Do you not remember the Rona/Carlos fiasco?"

"I'm desperate," Kit huffed, shifting away from the luring body heat of Remi.

"Rona broke Carlos. You and Connor are non-mixy things. Besides, you call him girly-man to his face constantly. Sleep with -"

"Okay, bye now, Dawn. Thanks for the heads up!" Kit snapped her phone closed and glanced over directly into Remi's glowering face. "Would you get out of my conversation already?"

"Sleep with who?" Remi leaned in even closer.

"I think she was talking about my vibrator," Kit smiled sweetly. "Much easier to maintain than a guy, you know."

"Can't say that I did."

"Okay, so I've got work to do. Mandy called in with a weird demon kill, and Lisa muttered on and on about dark wizards," Kit looked away from him. "Honestly, I think she's just hoping to find her own personal Draco Malfoy to reform. Too bad the Wizarding World isn't real."

"Pushin' all my buttons baby -"

"Summers, stop calling me!" Kit growled, snapped her phone back open.

"Just one last little thing I wanted to tell you, cranky-pants. Quinn had the baby. It's a healthy baby girl." Dawn's voice wobbled a bit.

"Don't even think about procreating, Summers. You know that always snowballs and smacks your friends in the face."

"Oh, shut up. Go get laid already. I just wanted to tell you because Sarah and Jareth are adopting the baby."

"Can a Goblin even adopt?"

"Hoggle, er Hiram did. So I guess it is."

"Okay. What does that have to do with me?"

"Nothing. But my family is growing, and I figured one of my besties ought to know. Get some sex, will you?"

"I do seem to have my pick of drunk college boys right now. Go hump a Winchester and leave me be."

"Her parents have disowned her. She's got no place to stay."

"What are we talking - are we talking about the cheerleader?"

"Quinn, yes. The sixteen year old who just had a baby."

"Why?"

"My god, you need sex. You can't even hold a conversation for two seconds."

"Offer me up a Winchester then. Or hey, Graham's got old Army buddies, doesn't he?"

"Fine, I'm done talking to you. Enjoy Carlos and Connor making your life miserable. Don't be excited for the new baby. Whose name is Beth, by the way -"

"Great, buh-bye, Dawn."

Kit smacked the phone shut, glared at it, yanked the desk drawer open and tossed it inside. Remi cocked a brow at her.

"What, Peltier?"

"Nothin'."

"Don't give me any of that Country-fried-don't-worry-bout-a-thing attitude when you're itching to give me unwanted advice," Kit huffed. "I've got to go prepare for the testosterone invasion."

Kit was slouching in her favorite booth, rocking her head in time to the music when Remi's head at the bar jerked upright, angling toward the entrance. Since she couldn't lie that her eyes had been covertly watching him for the last two hours, Kit followed his line of sight. A huge grin broke out over her face as she spotted what had drawn his attention.

She pushed herself out of the booth and shimmied her way across the crowded bar. Then she did something she hadn't done since she'd graduated her Watcher courses at the London HQ two years ago. She propelled herself straight into Carlos' and pulled her best boy friend into the tightest bear huge she could manage.

"Trejo, where the fuck have you been all my life!" Kit crowed, pulling back from him. "Damn, you look good."

"Oh, God, you need to get laid," Carlos shook his head.

"Hey, Kit," Connor gave her the same tired old once-over, a smirk on his lips. "The South agrees with you."

"Yeah, I think I've packed on a few dozen pounds. My god, the food," Kit grinned at him. "How the fuck are you?"

"Better if a bear wasn't planning on making a rug out of me," Connor cocked his head in Remi's direction.

"Ignore the bear, and come to my booth."

"Your booth?" Carlos glanced over at Remi.

"I get red-velvet VIP rope and everything," Kit sighed. "For a fee."

"Are you being a little bear-hussy?"

"Shut up, Carlos," Kit rolled her eyes. But didn't she just wish that were the case.

Remi's hands fisted in the bar towel. She'd practically mounted the taller, Hispanic male the second he'd entered the bar. He recognized him as Carlos, the best friend. He wasn't a threat. No, the one giving off predator vibes would be Connor. The one she wanted to fuck. Remi's lips pulled back in a near snarl at the idea.

Not that he would fuck her. The Fates had it out for his family, and he sure as hell wasn't tempting shit with them. Even if he ached with the need to toss the weak little human over his shoulder and drag her back to his rooms at Sanctuary. Even if he followed her home every night after closing, much to the snickering of Mandy and Lisa who never told her that he followed her home.

"You snooze, you lose," Aimee muttered, yanking the rag out of his hands.

"Shut up, brat," Remi snarled at her.

"Oh, just fuck her already," Aimee glared at him.

"Go find your dog."

"Fine, watch her do every guy in New Orleans. Watch her press up against that girly-looking man and pretend it's you," Aimee snapped. "Just don't wreck the bar because you're too chickenshit to tell the girl you want her."

Remi snarled at his little sister, ignoring the rising hackles of Fang who sat across the bar. He threw down the bar towel and stalked back into the kitchens and to his room.