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: 1,031
A/N: I might have a small obsession with Greek mythology and the gods in particular. Which in turn explains my love of the Dark-Hunters. The Gods have made cameos (besides Apollo and Artemis, who I tend to loathe in this series). Hestia, the Vestal Virgin herself, has always been one of my favorite Goddesses. She's the eldest born of Cronus and Rhea's children, but was the youngest when Zeus defeated Cronus and freed his siblings. She was the only goddess that I know of to remain a virgin, even after both Athena and Artemis. I've always felt bad for her (but that's because I secretly think she's had a thing for Hephaestus - he worked the heavenly forge and she minded the heavenly hearth - but that damn Aphrodite snagged him first). So, she got roped into the R'V.
And we're not even touching the fact that Season 4 of Glee lobbed a fast one at me with Jake. Or that I really want to add both the Percy Jackson kids & the Class of the Titans kids to the universe but can't figure out how to slip them in with the preexisting gods of the Dark-Hunters 'verse.

Let the Black Waves Roll
Teenage Angst

Quinn was glaring at her. Maybe the brat had never stopped. Okay, so it was suddenly Kit's fault that Sam Winchester was magically possessed - again? No. She was protecting the little snot. She was the reason the cheerleader was still breathing. So technically Rinawas the reason she was still breathing, but whatever. Kit was providing a bar for her convenience.

"If you're gonna be passive-aggressive with me again today Fabray, you might as well just haul your ass back upstairs," Kit rolled her eyes.

"Well, I can't exactly be aggressivein a magically protected bar, now can I?" Quinn snapped. "Can't I even go out shopping?"

"What part of Sanctuary-is-the-only-place-you're-safe didn't you comprehend?" Kit glanced down at her stupid paperwork. Why did she need to fill these things out in triplicate again? "Go bug someone else."

"This is the farthest south I've ever been, and you're not going to even let me explore the city?"

"Okay, how about you explore the bar?" Kit snapped. "Go explore the bathroom. But we're not exploring the city. This isn't a fun family vacation, Quinn. You are in danger, and I cannot protect you from a supped-up Sammy Winchester. So. Order yourself something greasy and artery-clogging until I can find someone to go with us."

Kit shoved her way out of the booth and stomped to the bar. She was going to kill the girl herself before Sam even found her. She glared back at the now pouting teen and wanted to pull her own hair out. Who decided it would be a good idea to saddle her with a kid?

"Put something in that kid's mouth, will you?" Kit muttered as she plopped down on a bar stool.

"I'm cleaning the counter," Remi shoved her hands off the bar. "I could gag you."

"I'm not the one driving me batty," Kit snorted. "Although, I could gag her. Can we lock her in a broom closet and leave her there until we catch Sam? I vote for that."

"I vote we rip his head from his shoulders," Remi shrugged. "That'd solve this problem."

"Yes, but then Dean would be all irrational over us killing his brother. I don't think that would really solveanything."

"Quinn would be gone."

"But then Dawn would be all - sad and shit. I can't deal with that kind of drama. I mean, I kind of like my best friend to not be mad at me for killing her lover's brother. I don't know, call me crazy."

"Your phone's doin' that thing again," Remi rolled his eyes at her. At least there was none of that awkwardness of That Night hanging over them. "Crazy."

Kit rolled her eyes as she dug her phone out of her pocket. It wasn't the usual ring for any of her contacts, so it was playing some random chimy thing. The unknown call was sporting an Ohio area code. Who was calling her from Ohio? The only one it could be was Rina.

"Rina?"

"Um, no. Miss Holburn? I - this is Sam Evans, I'm a friend of Quinn's -"

"Sorry, don't know anyone by the name of Quinn." Kit ended the call and caught the look Remi was throwing her. "A strange person named Sam is calling for the girl in protective custody and I'm just gonna fallfor it? I don't think so."

"Was I saying -"

"You were talking with your eyes. You do that a lot."

"No, I don't."

"Um, yeah, you do. Mostly it's 'die already, dumbass' and 'can she get any stupider', but I've learned the subtle nuances of your eyes -" Kit cut herself off. Yeah, that probably just put her in stalker-mode with him. Not a good place to be.

"Answer it."

"Answer what -" Kit glanced down at her stupid, chiming phone. What the fuck? Was it harass-Kit-from-Ohio day? "Look, I already told you I don't -"

"Kit? It's Mercedes Jones, I'm friends with Rachel and Puck. Miss Dawn told us to call this number."

"The one who hits Whitney-esque high notes?" Kit blinked.

"Um, yeah."

"What's up, Mercedes?" Kit leaned forward on her elbows. There was no mistaking a teenage girl's voice for Sam Winchester's.

"You kind of hung up on my friend Sam. We just wanted to know if Quinn was okay, and thought she might need to hear a friendly voice."

"If I see her, I'll tell her you called. But I'm not sure where she's at," Kit ignored Remi's rolling eyes. It was his Too-stupid-to-live look. He gave it to her a lot these days. That probably said mountains about their relationship.

"Okay. Miss Dawn said the same thing. But she gave both your number and Miss Vi's numbers to us so we could pass the message on. Tell her we miss her, if you do see her?"

"Will do."

"Bye."

Kit shook her head at the phone and stared at the mirror behind the bar. Quinn was slumped down in her booth, looking absolutely miserable. Damn it. She didn't want to feel bad for the kid, but she did. Sequestering her was for her own safety, and she had put Rina's life in danger - even if it hadn't been her fault. She had no one. And Kit could kind of relate to that. She'd felt like she'd had no one after her dad had died, even though she still had her mom. They'd both drawn in on themselves after his unexpected death. And after Sunnydale had collapsed, they'd both gone their own ways. Kit had thrown herself into Dawn's wacky world of the supernatural, and her mom had been jumping around the country for work.

"I'm gonna hate myself for this," Kit dropped her head to the bar. "We'd be safe at Bride's shop, right?"

"What're you -" Remi frowned at her.

"I'm trying to eliminate the emo-ness of the bar. You can thank me later in vast amounts of alcohol and fried food."

"The usual, then?"

"You don't have to be a dick, Remi," Kit rolled her eyes as she shoved herself off the stool. "Fabray, if you're done moping, then move your ass to the door."