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: 3,085
A/N: Okay, so I kinda want to write a scene in the next chapter and I need some feedback. If Kit sleeps with someone not Remi, will y'all hate it? (They still have miles to go before they are out of the fucked up space they're currently inhabiting. And plus, inappropriate sex has fucked up the DH universe before - Nick and Simi anyone?)
Also: Timeline - Matt has disappeared from the Glee world, Sam Evans showed up early (this is set in the Summer between seasons 1 & 2). Children of Earth has happened, but it's not long after the Doctor mind-wipes Donna. It's also in an AU Season 3 of Supernatural (as Adam and Jo are both still alive). As for Dark-Hunters: after/during the timeline of Bad Moon Rising/No Mercy (Retribution & The Guardian are removed from the New Orleans aspect & set in Vegas. Plus I haven't read Time Untime yet.)

Let the Black Waves Roll
Come At Me Sideways

Her eyes felt like they were glued together, and her head felt heavy. But the chirping of her phone wouldn't let her sleep any longer. Wait, was she supposed to be sleeping?

"Fragglerock!" Kit lurched upright in her - "I'm in bed! How'd I get here?"

"The big bastard brought you in about five hours ago. I'm hungry, and Cody wouldn't let me come any farther than this," Quinn glared at her from across her room. She sat stiffly at the little desk that was littered with Kit's notes and slaying schedule for the girls. "Plus, I think he broke your window so I couldn't escape."

"It's technically 1/8 his place, so he's totally in his rights to break the window," Kit shrugged. "He got into some shit because of your antics last night -"

"I get it. I was wrong to run away," Quinn popped up out of the chair and gave Kit that smartass little look of hers, eyebrow cocked and everything. "Can I get my breakfast now?"

"Wow, you are so grounded. Give me a few minutes to take a shower, mmkay?" Kit shook her head as she pushed her way out of her covers. She snagged a pair of jeans and a clean-ish shirt off of the dresser as she angled her way to the bathroom.

"You smell disgusting. Take twenty."

"Half hour sounds great, you brat," Kit tossed over her shoulder as she slammed the door shut behind her. And immediately winced at the headache forming.

Nineteen minutes later, she was back out of the bathroom, her stomach rushing her faster than her mean streak. She'd eaten for crap yesterday. Quinn was organizing her notes when she came back, her blonde hair curling around her instead of pin-straight like it normally was. She was in a little girl dress. Did teens wear shit like that nowadays? Wasn't it all thong-revealing low-rise jeans and too tight cropped tanks? Her only practical teen example was Rina. Not that she dressed like that, but then most slayers were a bit more practical in their outfit selections.

"Whatcha doing, Quinn?"

"Did all of this really happen?" Quinn's eyes shimmered and Kit swore her voice cracked a bit. She glanced down at the notes and stopped herself from wincing when she realized what it was that Quinn had been reading.

"The two slayers who were here before Lisa and Mandy?" Kit asked quietly, taking the notes from Quinn's hand. "Yeah. It was shitty, but it happened and it can't be changed. Rina's - well, she's managed okay, considering. Wish I could've gotten here sooner for Letty and Tanya. Sometimes fate's a bitch. We all get slapped by them eventually."

"I am sorry about that stupid stunt I pulled yesterday," Quinn blinked back the tears.

"Don't worry, you'll be paying for it today," Kit cleared her throat, and waved her phone at Quinn. "Aimee sent me a text. A busboy called in. You'll be doing his job today. And you'll get paid in barbeque chicken wings and jambalaya if you're lucky. Come on, kid. We gotta see what's up with Vi and Sammy Winchester before your slave labor begins after breakfast."

"Do - do we have to?"

"Are you scared of Sammy?" Kit said at the door, her hand on the knob.

"Just what's inside of him."

"Good. You should be," Kit nodded to the door. "Because if what Jack told me is true, then this isn't your typical demon/hunter possession deal."

"Then what is it?"

"Out of this world."

Kyle flanked them as they left Kit's room. Quinn really didn't want to see that soulless look in Sam's eyes. It had been frightening the last time she'd seen it and didn't connect at all with what she'd seen of him in Lima. She tried to cling to that image of him putting Leah Puckerman on his shoulders so she could get her ball out of a tree. Unfortunately, all that kept coming to mind was the image of him gunning the engine and running Rina down.

"Kyle, keep an eye on her, okay?" Kit's words pulled Quinn from her thoughts. Her head snapped up to see Kit watching her, an assessing gleam in her eye. "Maybe walk her to her room to get better shoes at least. She's gonna be busting her ass in the bar today."

"Will do," Kyle steered her back to her room. "Them little things'll be worn through just after the first rush."

"I thought she wanted me to face him," Quinn glanced back at Kit, who was straightening her shoulders in front of the door.

"Her job's to protect you. Not throw you in front of the danger. Only thing she can do in her work."

"What do you mean?"

"Hell, she'd take a bullet, vampire or Daimon for her girls if she could, even though they're ten times stronger than she is and could survive almost anything. You though, you're just as human. You're weaker than her, and she's pissed she couldn't keep you safe last night. And it ain't her fault she couldn't," Kyle huffed at her.

"I know I was stupid. I - I just needed out."

"Yeah, well being stupid ain't a luxury you got right now. She didn't even let anyone look at her shoulder since it happened. It's still fucked up from when that energy-leech sent monsters after her."

"Energy leech?" Quinn frowned at him. "What -"

"The first Watcher the Council sent. The one that killed her slayers."

Kit wasn't surprised to see Vi, Jack, and Remi all in there. Vi glanced back at her as Remi crowded her. She couldn't deal with him right now. And knowing how vile possessed people could be, she really didn't want Sam Winchester fucking with her life in New Orleans. She didn't even face him as he approached, keeping her eyes on Jack and Vi.

"Do me a solid and go supervise the Cub and Pep-Squad. Get her squared away and have Aimee mete out her punishment, okay?" Kit's voice was a lot more calmer than she'd thought it would have been.

"That's not my job," the rumble of his voice washed over her and the anger in it made her meet his gaze.

"Your jobis to liaise with the Council. Part of those duties is to help make my job easier by smoothing the way. Which would include you bossing your younger siblings and our joint charge around the bar before the lunch crowd comes in. So. Go do that, Mr. Peltier."

Remi's growl and the bang of the door was all the answer she got. Which was fabulous, because her hands were shaking. She'd kind of forgotten that he was not a tame bear. Oh, who the fuck was she kidding? Thatwas part of the appeal.

"I like a lady who takes command," Jack winked at her.

"Yeah, she's sooointimidating," Sam's voice had a weird, high-pitched feminine quality to it.

"Fuck off, Parasite. Now, let Sammy go, or I'll be forced to get rough," Kit glared at him.

"Is that supposed to frighten me?"

"I don't know, is Fabulous!Sammy Winchester supposed to intimidate me?" she snorted. "When is your expert getting here, Vi?"

"What expert?" Jack asked. "I thought I was the expert."

"She said to expect him soon, but it's hard to say, really," Vi shrugged, looking anywhere but at Sam. "He's not great with precision landings."

"Who?" Jack asked again.

"My Dad," a new female voice chirped from behind them. "He's looking a bit rough, isn't he?"

"Commando Barbie. She and the redheaded cow have been chasing me for weeks," Sam's voice went positively bitchy.

"I'm not a cow," another, familiar voice had Jack whipping around. "Hello, Captain. Hmm, you're still a dishy one, ain't ya?"

"Donna Noble, Earth's finest heroine," Jack grinned at her. "What are you doing here?"

"Fixin' the Doctor's mistakes, ain't I?" Donna glared over at Sam. "And I'm perfectly fit, you bean pole."

"Wait, did you say 'Dad'?" Jack glanced back at the blonde.

"Yes. My father's the Doctor. I'm Jenny Noble," Jenny grinned at him.

"Noble?" Jack's mouth twitched up into a leer. "Why, Ms. Noble, you've got some 'splainin' to do."

"Oh, it's all on him. I just happened to be the pram pushing nanny that day," But Donna smiled fondly at Jenny. "Plus, girly here was about to fry my mind after the little stunt the Doctor pulled on me."

"Guys, Sam," Vi said tightly. "Is the Doctor here?"

"Got his parasite cornered right here -" the wiry man with fly-away hair dashed into the room.

"Already found him, Dad," Jenny shook her head.

"Just followed the yummy looking Bear in here," Donna added.

"Weeellll," the Doctor drew out, looking at the strange device in his hand. "This shouldn't be too painful."

Remi was pissed off, and it was leaking out of him at a frightening pace. He'd wanted to be there when the shit went down. He was supposed to see that she wasn't tore up or Savitar would put his balls in a brisket. Not that Parasite!Sam would go after her. He'd lash out at the delicate looking Slayer. And that was mistake number one. So now he was stuck with the pouting teenager. In the bar. Accessible to all the fucking morons he deemed to fucking stupid to live.

"He'll be okay, right?"

"Tried to run you down, smacked you around and you're still worried about him?" Remi glared over at Quinn who was on a break. Damn kid had been running around cleaning tables for the last three hours. Her shoulders were down. He couldn't tell if it was a ruse to get sympathy from him, but if it was, she'd picked the wrong damn bear.

"He's - kind of - family. And Miss Dawn would be heartbroken," Quinn shrugged her shoulders. "I hate this."

"Join the fucking club," Remi shook his head, his eyes darting to the doorway leading to the room Sam was being held.

"I hate all of this. The aliens, the demons, the mythical creatures, the goblins - it's all beyond wrong. And most of all, I hate this place," Quinn's voice shook as she clenched her little hands.

"Poor princess," Remi snorted, not believing she chose this moment to have a pity party. "This little hiccup ain't shit -"

"This little hiccupis just the straw!" Quinn glared at him, her eyes bright with tears. "This last year -"

"You bleedin'?" Remi cut her off.

"Huh?"

"You. Bleeding?" Remi narrowed his gaze on her. "No. Your 'last year of shit' is run of the mill, kid. You're not broken and you're breathing. Take the damn win."

"The win -"

"And all that shit that happened, that blame falls on your shoulders. You made some dumb ass choices and you've only had to live with them for less than a year. Bad shit - worse than your drama - happens every day. So, I repeat. Take the fucking win."

Quinn shoved away from the bar, her tiny little hands on her hips in the dress that made her look like a fucking preschooler and glared at him. Remi only raised a brow.

"I'll take my fucking win," Quinn raised her chin. "I'll take my win in the knowledge that I'm not breaking a good person's heart by having my head buried in the sand."

"Watch your tongue -"

"What, you can dish it out but you can't take it?" Quinn glared at him "I've been here for two weeks and even I'm not blind to how she is around you. You tell me I'm self-absorbed. Maybe you should take a look in the mirror, Mr. Peltier."

It was hours later before Kit emerged from the room. Sam had been purged of the parasite and now the Doctor and Jack were squabbling about something. Vi had left Sam to sleep and report in to Dawn and Dean, who'd been on their way to come get him. Kit was just drained. Her shoulder ached, she was starving and she really didn't want to deal with a cranky teenager or a cranky bear. So she saddled up to the bar and smiled tiredly at Aimee.

"Fruity drink or beer, babe?" Aimee asked.

"Fruity beer," Kit rubbed at her eyes. "That microbrew you got in last week, maybe?"

"Coming up," Aimee squeezed her hand.

Kit checked her phone to read Dawn's text. HMU in the A.M. Got news. xo. She let out a deep breath and glanced back at where Donna, Jenny, Jack and the Doctor were all gathered, laughing comfortably. Quinn's hair was up in a tight bun as she weaved around the bar, gaining a lot of unwanted attention from the patrons. This kid was gonna be the death of her.

"He breathing?" Remi set a hot plate in front of her. Kit blinked up at him dumbly. Hadn't she ordered a fruity beer? "Eat, Kitten."

"Stop calling me that. My god, what is it with everyone calling me that? I don't even like cats! Of course, I don't really like dogs either."

"Answer your phone," Remi said.

"What?" Kit frowned at him as her phone vibrated into the side of her arm. She glanced at the screen. "Ugh, how about no?"

"Huh?"

"It's an unknown Lima number. Quinn's still on lockdown. It's not a Rina number. And I'm not in the mood to talk to another teenager today."

"Answer the damn phone, or they'll just keep calling."

"How's about I don't?"

"Fucking humans," Remi growled, shoving the plate closer to her and hitting the phone on. "Whaddya want?"

Kit blindly ate a fry - sans salt and ketchup, because she was so distracted by this turn of events. Remi grunted a few times, and her eye's grew wide as he opened his mouth to speak.

He knew she was gaping at him, her mouth opened in a very inviting o as she mindlessly chewed her fry. His eyes never left hers as the quiet voice came along the line.

"This is Miss Kit's phone, right?" Remi grunted in the affirmative. "This is Tina, one of Quinn's friends."

"She's not here -"

"I know. I'm not really calling about her. Miss Dawn said if we needed anything to call this number."

"Huh?"

"I really needed some advice -"

"So ask."

"Is Miss Kit there?"

"Talk or I'm hanging up."

"Okay. I really like Artie, but he's been blowing me off and playing stupid video games. And well, Mike Chang - he's been paying a lot of attention to me. I don't really get a lot of attention - I mean, good attention. And he's got really great abs. Um, and he's really nice. I - I don't know what to do."

"Dump his ass, hook up with the abs. You want the other one back, that's how you get him back. It'll drive him crazy," Remi did look away at this. Because he was saying it as much to her as he was to Kit. And he could see how badly this could blow up in his face.

"But I don't know if I want Artie back -"

"Win-win situation, either way, Tina. Now, stop bugging me," Because that really hit home. "Eat up, Kitten."

"You just gave romanctic advice to a teenage girl," Kit picked up another fry, then puffed out her cheeks and booming noise. "My mind - blown."

"Shut it, Watcher."

"Aw, Remi's a teddy bear," Kit grinned for the first time in hours and Remi couldn't help the small smirk. He'd put it there.

Bright and early the next morning, Kit was up again to a pouting Quinn. She shook her head and got dressed, noting that the teenager was in jeans and a tee with a high rounded collar today. Remi had gone on a rant before he'd slunk off to the kitchen about her crappy outfit choice the night before.

"I'm still grounded even though Sam's fixed?" Quinn glared at her.

"You remember the part where you ran away into the night and almost got killed?"

"By Sam. Who's fixed now."

"Quinn. Drop it," Kit shook her head and escaped into the bathroom to change.

The day was surprisingly relaxed, considering what had happened the last few days. Quinn went about her new punishment, Kit chatted with a still shaken Vi while Sam kept himself sequestered. The alien crew had gone off their separate ways during the night. Jack was headed to Washington, Jenny back to Lima after a detour with the Doctor and Donna. All was quiet on the Southern front.

Which meant Kit knew damn well that it was all gonna crash down on her head when Dawn and Dean walked into the bar in the late afternoon. Dawn's eyes went wide and she made a beeline for Kit. Instead of Sammy, who'd come out for a beer not too long ago.

"Where's Quinn?"

"Hi, nice to see you too, Dawnie," Kit glanced over at the older Winchester who gave his younger brother a quick hug. "Dean, what's wrong with your girl? How did you break her now?"

"Why's it always gotta be my fault?"

"Cause you're a dick?" Kit shrugged.

"Blow me," Dean snapped.

"In your dreams."

"Kit. We've tracked down a legal guardian for Quinn," Dawn shifted on her feet.

"Yay! Pep-squad's outta my hair," Kit grinned, although, she kind of would miss the snarking. On her part, not on Quinn's.

"Her guardian is like at the door," Dawn said again.

"Okay, so what? You want me to stop punishing her? Because the bears have been slipping her tips. I told them not too, because she's an utter brat, but the cubs are infatuated by her -"

"Kathryn?"

Kit's head jerked up to an elderly woman coming up behind Dean. And her heart stopped in her chest. She hadn't seen her since the funeral. She opened her mouth to say something. Anything.

"Grandma?"

Kit's gaze snapped over to Quinn, who was staring at the woman with the same look of disbelief. And then it clicked. Kit narrowed her eyes at the fidgetting Dawn.

"Lucinda! Oh, I barely recognized you!" the woman smiled at

"Lucinda?" Kit glanced at Quinn.

"Quinn's my middle name," Quinn shrugged. Kit couldn't process that right this second.

"So how long have you known Quinn's my cousin, Dawn?" Kit turned back to Dawn.

"I'm your what?"