Title: Let the Black Waves Roll
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: I do not own: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the Dark-Hunters (Doctor Who, Glee, Supernatural or Torchwood.)
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: 2,641
A/N: Okay, so I added a new character…mainly to piss off Remi. (No spoilers for Miracle Day, cause I only watched one episode so far.) Quinn is going to depart, for a little while anyway.
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Let the Black Waves Roll
You Don't Really Wanna Mess With Me Tonight

Remi had pod-person Sam secured by the time Kit got dumb-ass Quinn to her feet. Sam was unconscious and Quinn looked like she'd been hitting the booze hardcore. Remi's back snapped to attention as a shadow fell over Kit and Quinn.

"About damn time, slayer," Kit sighed, taking in the sight of Vi and a ridiculously good-looking man in front of them. "And Captain, my Captain."

"How do you think the little vixen got here so fast?" Captain Jack Harkness grinned at her, before his eyes snapped to Remi. "Hello. I'm Captain Jack Harkness -"

"Stop it!" Vi's voice cracked a bit as she stared at Sam's still form. "Is - is he -"

"Knocked out. Remi wouldn't kill him," Kit answered. And then Vi's unconvinced snort made her glance back at him. "Would you?"

"How many times you say it'd make her sad?" Remi's accent thickened a bit. Whether it was from annoyance of not killing Sam or being questioned about the lack of killing, she couldn't be sure.

"He's breathing," Kit shook her head. "And you, kid are so grounded."

"Not my mom," Quinn muttered thickly, still shaking the cobwebs from her head.

"Not the way to go, kid," Kit wrapped her arm around Quinn's waist. "Especially to the one person who came after your dumb ass. He could have killed you."

"Maybe that's what I wanted," Quinn's eyes watered.

"My god, you are so fucking dramatic. And stop stealing my phone," Kit snapped, gently prying it from the death grip Quinn had on it. "Let's get the fuck out of this alley. A guy owes me some damn booze and a dance."

"I ain't dancin', Kitten."

"I wasn't talking about you," Kit glared back at Remi, who's face clouded over even more.

"I'll take the girl," Jack grinned at her, obviously enjoying the by-play between Kit and Remi.

"You handle my girl there. I've got this one," Kit nodded to Vi, who looked torn between going to Sam and falling apart. "Remi's got the puppy."

Two hours later, Kit had Quinn in a room with only one escape route and guarded by Dev, who volunteered to watch her. That one threw her, because Dev normally watched the door.

"Remi volunteered to bounce tonight," Dev had shrugged.

"Remi's not allowed around people. That's why he's the kitchen bitch," Kit had been stumped.

"He needs the air."

Quinn hadn't wanted to talk, and honestly, she was okay with that. The kid had fucked up big time. She was on a spiral and Kit wasn't sure if anything she said to her tonight would actually stick. Kit had her injuries checked out, sat in the bathroom with her while she showered, fed her a sandwich, and made sure she was in bed. Quinn had been quiet the entire time. Maybe she'd needed a real wake-up call. Though, to be honest, Kit was pretty sure she should have gotten it back when Rina'd taken a car on for her. Some people took longer to learn.

Kit stepped into the bar and had to blink at the sight. It was almost entirely women in the bar. There were only a few guys, and most of those were mated males that knew the Peltiers.

"What the fuck -" Kit grabbed Cody's arm as he passed. " - Is going on?"

"Remi's turning guys away," Cody shrugged. "I ain't complainin'."

"It benefits you, of course you're not," Kit glared at the door.

But at least he hadn't been able to turn away Captain Jack. Thank god. Vi was nowhere in sight, which meant she was wherever Sammy Winchester was. Not good.

"I'm not liking my life right now," Kit sighed as she plopped down next to Jack.

"Mine is picking up considerably," Jack grinned at her. "Where's the fella that owed you a drink and a dance?"

"Being cockblocked," Kit nodded over at the door. "By an ass of a bear."

"So there was no guy?" Jack hefted his drink to his lips.

"There was a theory of a guy. A dream of a guy," Kit tipped her head to him. "Play your cards right, and you could be that guy."

"I'm a good card player."

"With a death wish," Aimee said as she stopped in front of them. "How's the bratlet?"

"Asleep, being guarded by the normal bouncer. Why did you let Remi ban men from the bar?"

"Like I could stop Remi from doing anything. And not all men - just the men who would potentially sleep with you."

"There would be no sleeping. It's been that kind of day."

"Kitten, you can say that until you're blue in the face. But I can smell the lie from a mile away," Aimee gave her a pitying look. And she wasn't standing for that shit.

"Hey, Cap, how you feel about a dance?"

"Been a hell of a long time since I danced," Jack flirted with her, but the sad look in her eyes told her that he'd be all talk and no action. She could deal with that. At least for now.

"Well, let's see how rusty you are," Kit pasted a smile on her face and cocked her head to the dance floor.

Remi could feel his fangs, which generally meant someone was about to get an ass-whuppin'. If one more female fluttered her damn eyelashes at him, he was gonna bite their head off. Aimee's chirping voice in his ear wasn't helping.

"You can let the men in now, big brother. Your damn plan backfired."

"What the hell you talkin' bout?"

"The Captain's got your Kitten grinding all up on him."

Remi glanced back into the bar and clenched his fists. Kit was laughing at something Jack was saying, half-leaned over with the force of her laughter. Jack waited until she righted herself and spun her out into the crowd of disappointed females who looked on enviously.

"Son of a bitch! Remi, who's got the door?" Aimee's voice echoed in his ears as he stalked across to her. Kit had been swung back into Jack's arms and was laughing again.

"You taunted him," Fang snorted. "What the hell did you think he was gonna do?"

"Get on the door and stop hassling me," Aimee stuck her tongue out at her mate.

"Uh-oh, looks like someone's not happy," Jack chuckled, grinning over at Remi.

"Watcher, what the hell you doin'?" Remi snarled at her.

"Excuse the fuck outta me?" Kit spun to face him.

"Ain't you got a job -"

"Are we traveling backwards in time? I swore this conversation happened once already. And I told you then to fuck verily off."

"Verily?" Jack muttered behind her, a smirk on his face.

"You drunk again?"

"I've had a shit day and two shots. Aren't you supposed to be bouncing?" Kit narrowed her eyes at him.

"How about we take this off the dance floor and the growing crowd?" Jack cleared his throat.

"How 'bout you keep your nose outta it?"

"Out of what? I'm dancing with a friend. Am I not allowed to do that?" Kit pushed at Remi's chest. Not that it moved him at all. She was puny compared to him. "You know what. Fuck it very much. I'm out."

Kit spun away from them, leaving Remi glaring at Jack. Remi could still smell the arousal in the air that had fluttered around Kit and it drove him insane. He almost threw a punch at the man who'd caused it. Instead he found himself on the end of a pitying look.

"If you don't want her, that's fine," Jack stared at him hard, his cheerful demeanor darkening as he watched Kit slip out the door. "Don't punish her because she hits on something you thought you had buried. Life's too short to not take what pleasure she can get."

"Fuckin' a stranger's gonna make her happy?" Remi growled.

"Being loved by the right man might," Jack shrugged and turned back to the bar.

Remi's shoulders sagged as he fought the urge to follow her.

He'd run her out of Sanctuary. He'd cock-blocked her, lectured her, and made her feel like a piece of shit. Again! When the hell would she learn that she meant nothing to him? And she sure as hell didn't. No. Scratch that. She was his obligation. Well, fuck that. She stalked past Fang, who'd taken the door and flipped off his wolf-whistle at her. She wasn't in the mood to see the look on his face. The same look Aimee, Dev, Samia, Kyle and Cody gave her daily. The look of pity, because Remi was still hung up on his sister-in-law and would never want a mortal mate.

She felt the chill of the night breeze on her neck as she made her way to the nearest bar. Dance music was blasting from the speakers as she sidled up to the bar. She ordered a shot and threw it back. She motioned for a second and had it down as quickly as the first. A familiar song started up and she slipped out onto the floor.

She shook her hips and let the music take over her body. Her hands pulled up over head as she found the rhythm and swayed. Kit let her eyes droop closed as she let her frustration and hurt drain away.

An arm scooped around her waist and eased her back against a warm body. For a second she let herself imagine that it was Remi. That he'd actually given a fuck and had come after her. That he wanted her badly enough to follow her to a seedy bar because it was away from his family's prying eyes.

But that was bullshit because Remi didn't give a fuck. The man behind her wasn't Remi. It was a good-looking frat boy. She pushed away from him and used her meager magic to push any other interested parties away from her. What she wanted wasn't here and it never was going to be.

Remi glared at her phone. She'd left it at the bar. She'd left her friend, her charge and she'd left him. He'd even stalked up to see if she'd checked in on Quinn. As much as he hassled her about her lack of work ethic, she would never normally slight her charges. Lisa and Mandy had come in an hour ago, chatted with Aimee and had glared at him.

"You could have followed her," Aimee glared at him now as the crowds thinned with last call.

"Fuck off, Aimee," Remi growled at her.

"You like the girl, you can't pretend you don't. Why don't you just -"

"Drop it, baby girl," Remi wasn't in the mood to be told how much he'd fucked things up.

"It's time you either shit or get off the pot, that's a fact," Aimee snapped. "One day, you're gonna look up and that little girl will be gone. And so will your chances of ever being happy. I don't know everything that happened between you, Becca and Quinn -"

"Don't bring them into this. They ain't got nothing to do with her stubborn ass."

"Please, they got everythingto do with how you're acting toward her. Don't act as if they don't." His sister tossed the phone at her. "Kit left her phone. Maybe when you're done pulling your head out of your ass, you can give it back to her."

Kit slipped quietly in through a back door. Bar was already closed for the night and well, she just wasn't in the mood for Aimee's pitying looks. Or Dev's. Or Kyle's. Or - hell, they all thought she was too stupid to live where Remi was concerned. They were probably right. She shook her head and tried to not stumble over her feet as she peeked in on Vi, who was still sitting vigil over Sam Winchester's drugged body.

"You eat anything tonight, kiddo?" Kit murmured, wrapping her arm around her friend.

"Jack force-fed me a burger a few hours ago. You smelly like Axe body spray and stale beer," Vi scrunched up her nose as she leaned into Kit. "Why?"

"Went bar-hopping to celebrate our win and the fact that I might never use my left shoulder again. Sam does have some seriously rock hard abs," Kit chuckled.

"Jack told me what Remi did," Vi sighed. "We suck at picking out guys."

"We do," Kit wobbled a bit on her feet. "Hit the sack. I'll take over for you."

"You probably need more sleep than I do," Vi protested.

"When he comes out of it tomorrow, he's gonna be gunning for your weak spots, Vi. You know it. At least some sleep might help you prepare for the worst."

"You're probably right."

"I'm always right." Vi gave up her seat and watched as Kit sank into it.

"Thanks, Kit. For not letting Remi rip his head off after what he did to Rina."

"Rina doesn't want him hurt any more than you do. Sammy's not in control of himself right now. We're gonna fix him, and then we're going to show him what an idiot he's been with mocking and laughing," Kit smiled sadly at her.

Vi stepping through to the bar threw Remi for a shock. The petite red-head glared at him as she made a beeline to the bar. Her eyes flickered to Aimee and Fang, who'd just reemerged from the kitchen.

"You guys heal fast, right?"

"Faster than humans," Fang answered.

"Good," Vi grabbed onto Remi's hand and twisted back his wrist with a rough yank. He roared as he heard the pop of dislocation and pain flooded his senses.

"I didn't break the damn boy!" Remi hissed.

"Why does everyone assume that when I maim people, that it's always about Sam Winchester?" Vi said quietly. "I'm really sick of seeing that look on her face, Peltier. Cut her loose already, or sack up."

As quickly as she'd slipped into the room, Vi was gone again. Aimee stared after her in complete shock, while Fang only shook his head.

"You need some help with that, Remi?"

"I thought we were a non-violent place," Remi took a shallow breath.

"She didn't break anything, and dislocation can be used as a healing method," Aimee answered. "We do have a healer on call, if you care to remember."

An hour or two later Remi, now sporting a wrap around his aching wrist, entered Sam's room. Kit's feet were propped up on a small accent table, her arms wrapped tightly around her chest. Her dark hair spilled forward across her face, and Remi could scent heavy colognes, old alcohol and sweat around her. She'd gone dancing somewhere else with some other men because he'd denied her that freedom here. He'd chased her away, just like he'd chased so many others away since Becca.

"She's a strong girl," Jack's voice startled him from the doorway. "Strong, sarcastic and so very human."

"Don't talk about her to me," Remi glared at her.

"You're punishing yourself for some reason. Some past pain or error you made. It's scarred you and you don't want to open yourself up to that again. I've been there. A lot," Jack smiled at that. "She might not have the centuries you do. So if you're not going to make a move, cut her loose. Let her have a chance at life. Don't give her a hope and then never take that next step. She deserves more than that."

"Don't you think I know that?" Remi said quietly.

"You gonna take over the watch?" Jack asked, after several minutes of them just listening to her breathing.

"No. I still want to strangle the bastard," Remi grumbled, scooping Kit up in his arms as she slept on.