Title: Let the Black Waves Roll
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-18
Disclaimer: I do not own: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the Dark-Hunters (The Avengers, 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: 3,210
A/N: I blame the last chapter on the entire pot of coffee I drank and the Woman, This Is Jeremy Fucking Renner Talking tumblr. For real. (Although, he was on a really short list of characters for her to choose from - the only other possibilites I thought up were SSA Derek Morgan (Shemar Moore, Criminal Minds), Agent Tony DiNozzo (Michael Weatherly, NCIS) or Deeks (Eric Christian Olsen, NCIS: Los Angeles)). Also, sexy times!
This chapter brought to you by: The Fighter by Gym Class Heroes ft. Ryan Tedder.
A/N2: This chapter delayed to you by: toothache from hell for two days, Detroit Tigers World Series anxiety, and me reading half of Time Untime while doing five loads of laundry.

Let the Black Waves Roll
Give Me Scars, Give Me Pain

Sure, he could have turned out to be a serial killer - he did know Faith, after all - but she'd gone with him, a smile pasted on her face to the little apartment a few blocks south of the bar. The area was still recovering from Katrina, a sign of proof that the tourism mattered more than the people. But then, it was the same in every town across the world. Screw the people, worry about the profit. She followed him up the stairs to the tallest point of the building and wondered how long he'd carry out the chit-chat before he got the business of either killing her or screwing her.

The apartment was pretty bare. Not even a TV. One door was open to reveal a bed and dresser. The sink was empty as far as she could see over the counter dividing the room into two. A dark color sofa ate up most of the room. She glanced behind her as the door shut and Clint twisted the lock shut.

"I really hope this wasn't all a set up just to kill me. Cause then I'd just end up frustrated and disappointed."

"Someone's not been treating you right," Clint said quietly stepping up behind her, his hand wrapping around her waist. "And I'm not planning on killing you tonight."

"Oh, good," Kit sighed as he pulled her flush against him.

Remi glared at the short man who looked nothing like an angel and everything like smarmy little janitor. Malachi was leaning against the counter as he demanded the angel tell him where the was.

"Do I look like I keep hell beasts on my speed-dial boys?" Loki/Gabriel scoffed.

"You made an oath to Jaylin that you would help if her favor was ever called. Consider it called," Malachi glared at him.

"But Jaylin's not calling in her favor, is she, Whitelighter?" Gabriel's face darkened. "And I'm not willing to give it up. She's a sweet little thing."

"I'm calling in her favor."

Remi gave a small nod to Henrik as he entered the room. Gabriel rolled his eyes at the Dark-Hunter's entrance.

"She would send you, wouldn't she?" Gabriel sneered. "You aren't deserving of her, you know."

"Neither are you," Henrik countered. "She's as close to an angel as you can crawl back to being. And she wants these girls safe."

"Girls being your daughter's bff and your squire. I'm sure all you did was pout and flutter your pretty-boy eyelashes at her to get what you want."

"Kit is Jaylin's charge and in her condition she can't -" Malachi cut himself off with a nervous glance to Henrik's darkening face. "You know she's been injured. The creature almost got the best of us."

"It killed a slayer. You two are just banged up," Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest and looked bored.

"Watch your tone," Remi growled. "That girl is still alive."

"Not for long."

Henrik's hand on his arm was the only thing keeping him from reaching forward and ripping the angel's head off. Remi growled - but if it was aimed at Henrik for stopping him or Gabriel for his lack of concern over a young girl's fate he couldn't be sure.

"Call off the hit," Malachi stepped forward, blocking Remi's line of vision on the angel.

"If I had theoretically set the hit out on your girls, I would. But I didn't, and none of my trickster moves caused them to have the hit put out on them. I only aim for those stupid enough to think they're untouchable."

"But you know who set the hit."

"That I do. He's a pathetic little man who likes draining little girls of their lives and powers."

"The leech," Remi spat.

"Bingo bango, bub."

Kit shivered as Clint's hands roamed in opposite directions, one cupping her breast while the other hooked into her belt loop. His lips skated over her bared neck as her hand slid over the one on her jeans. God, how long had it been since she'd been touched? At least a year. Half of that time had been spent pining after Remi. The bastard.

"Forget all about him," Clint's lips whispering in her ear and his hand inching toward her center was enough to drive her bear from her mind. "Let it all go."

She idly wondered who he was letting go and forgetting. Whoever she was, she was probably fucking gorgeous as much as she was an idiot to let him go. He popped the button open on her jeans and dipped his hand down the front of her panties. She rocked back and shuddered as he worked his hand with the rhythm she set. Her nails dug into his forearm as her breath hitched. Damn. It had been too fucking long.

"Oh, he doesn't even deserve you, baby," Clint whispered as his hand pulled her closer, his fingers in her pants never stopping as the other worked to undo the buttons on her flannel shirt.

"I thought I was supposed to be forget- unh!" Kit panted. "Stop talking about him."

"You want to me to talk about what I'm gonna do with your gorgeous self?" Clint chuckled.

"I'm - oh - all for show instead of tell," she slipped her hand back behind her to cup his generous handful. "On both our parts."

"He escaped the Council's custody three days ago. How was she not kept apprised of this?" Henrik snapped as Malachi slumped against the wall.

"No one wanted to report the massive fuck-up it was?" Gabriel shrugged. "I don't know."

"I want his head," Remi growled.

"You might want him to call off the dogs before you do. But, that's just a suggestion. Unless you want them all to die."

"Find him for us."

"Do I look like your personal bitch? And I don't have the wings anymore. So - find him yourselves."

Gabriel blinked out of the room. Remi let out a roar. He wouldn't let anything happen to Kit. It didn't matter that she'd fired him. She was his to protect. He glared at Malachi.

"Give me your phone."

"Huh?"

"The phone. Now!"

Malachi yanked his phone out of his pocket and handed it over. Remi punched in the number to Sanctuary. Aimee answered on the third ring.

"Don't let her leave the bar," Remi snapped.

"Remi? Where the fuck are you! Listen, there's something I gotta -"

"Do not let Kit leave the bar. Do you copy that?"

"I heard you, Remi! But you have to listen, we're having a situation here and I need you back here -"

"I've got something I'm doing. Get Dev -"

"Dev can't fix this. Besides, Quinn -"

"I don't want to hear about that girl right now -"

"Not the girl! Our brother of the same damn name!"

"Then I really don't want to hear it. Just do as I say!" Remi snapped the phone shut and glared at Malachi. "Now, where the fuck is Dagmar."

"Outside of the city. Near a cemetery."

Aimee cursed a blue streak as she glanced over at her brother Quinn. Becca had gone into labor not ten minutes after Kit had left with that guy. Kit was MIA, Remi was barking orders to protect her and Sanctuary was going berserk. She glanced at Cody and Kyle who were freaking out. They could handle themselves in a fight, but were flipping out because of a woman giving birth and another leaving with a strange man.

"He's not coming."

"She's yelling for him," Quinn's jaw tightened.

"Yeah, well, she should have done that when she mistook you for him," Aimee snapped.

Kit's body shook as Clint's fingers worked magic. As her knees wobbled, she tugged his hand free and spun to face him. He grinned at her, popping those fingers into his mouth. God, he was hot. She kicked off her sandals and shrugged free of her flannel before she yanked her tank over her head. Clint's grin got downright dirty as he traced those damp fingers across the flesh just above the lace of her bra. She smacked his hands away before shoving at his jacket. God, his arms were hot! And the scars. And those fingers.

"Finger lickin' good," Clint let his jacket hit the floor as his fingers tackled the zipper on her jeans. "Mmm. Love a matching set."

"Good, you can wear them later," Kit chuckled as she attacked his thick belt buckle. "Nothing on this thing is gonna bite me, is it?"

"Aw, baby, if I knew you were into biting -"

"Don't worry, you can fix that later," Kit cocked her head to the side as she yanked his belt free. "My biggest wonder is: boxers or briefs? Maybe commando?"

He had her pants down first, and she paused for only a second to kick them free. She shivered as he toyed with the elastic of her panties. Then she shoved his pants to the floor and let out a chuckle.

"Iron Man boxers?"

"Bit of an inside joke," his fingers slipped away from her to pull his tank over his own head. He grinned as he backed her toward the bedroom. He bent for a second and rose to step free of his boots and jeans. Clint bent forward and kissed his way down her neck to her breasts, his callused hands skating up her spine to reach the clasp of her bra. Kit groaned as it fell free and his tongue danced across her nipples. Her fingers clasped in his hair as she dragged him closer, her legs hitting the side of the bed.

Becca was whimpering again, the pain felt like it was ripping her in two. She wanted it to stop, and she wanted Remi! Why wouldn't Quinn get him for her? It was his fault that she was his mate and that he was putting her through this! All she'd ever wanted was Remi. But it was Quinn beside her, another one of the Fates' cruel jokes.

"Where is he?" Becca groaned, sweat beading on her face as another contraction tore through her.

"He's not coming, Becca," Quinn's jaw tightened. A sign that he was annoyed with her. Again. It didn't make sense, because this was all his fault!

"What do you mean - he's not coming -"

"How are we doing in here, Becca?" The pretty blonde Jaylin asked, closing the door softly behind her.

"Not fucking good! I asked my mate for one thing -" Becca whined.

"You asked him for another man. While you're giving birth to his children. Which is tacky," Jaylin frowned at her. Why was everyone being so mean to her?

"I want -"

"Well, you can't always get what you want, and Remi's busy saving the world tonight. Now, are you ready to have these babies or not?"

Kit's back hit the mattress with a soft thud, her back bowing as Clint buried his head between her thighs. She couldn't take much more of this. The man still had his boxers on for Christ's sake! She urged him up and on to his back. Her hair hung over her face as she wrestled his boxers free of his hips. Kit grinned down at him as she swiped her thumb across the head of his cock and then brought it to her lips.

"Decisions, decisions," Kit teased.

"Let's see if we can make it a simple choice."

Remi charged through the warehouse doors, his bear loose and looking for blood. Two large saber-toothed cats with exposed musculature hissed and growled. Dagmar was looking worn around the edges as he sicced the beasts on Remi. Henrik and Malachi weren't far behind Remi, sword drawn and magic at the ready. One of the cats swiped out at Remi. The scent of blood hit his nostrils and he knew that this had been the one to attack Mandy.

Remi let the beast take over as the cat struck out a second time. His jaw clamped down with a satisfying crunch and the cat yowled in pain. Remi's massive paws shredded the beast's flesh as the other cat reared back from it's attack on Henrik to defend it's mate. Remi bellowed as the cat sunk it's claws into his hump, blood matting his fur. The first cat had gone limp, and Remi caught a glimpse of steel in it's back. He dropped the cat and reared up on his hind legs. He slammed back against the wall, knocking the second cat loose. Henrik finished off the first beast, leaving Remi to deal with the second.

Malachi kept chanting, holding Dagmar in a prison of his magic to keep him from escaping. Remi's vision blurred for a second as he whipped around to face off with the cat. The big cat hissed, venomous fluids leaking from it's front paws. It only fucking figured.

Kit's legs wrapped around Clint's hips as he drove within her. Her nails dug into the corded muscle of his back as he thrusts grew more frantic. When she'd left with him, she hadn't expected tonight to end this way. And she hadn't definitely hadn't thought it would feel so fucking good. Hell, she'd been comparing every guy she'd met to fucking Remi Peltier. Which wasn't fair to either of them.

And now Clint was slowly driving her insane. He had all of his weight on one arm while the other hand was dragging her forward for an insanely hot kiss. Kit moaned against his mouth as he edged her higher and higher.

Remi's mouth was bleeding, his chest panting as he stood over the body of the second cat. It was done. The monsters were dead. Well, most of them. His body spasmed as he turned away from his kill and stalked toward the now trembling Dagmar. Malachi dropped his magic as Remi's hand wrapped around Dagmar's throat and he shoved the leech roughly against a bare support beam.

"Killing slayers once wasn't enough for you?" Remi growled, his bear in his eyes. And his claws, apparently. The scent of blood and urine seeped from Dagmar's body and the only thing keeping him from outright killing the bastard was the fact that the scent of shit would linger on his clothes.

"Not - not about those damn little bitches," Dagmar gasped out. He gagged as Remi's hand squeezed tighter. "Just - just the one - who took everything from me!"

"Wrong answer, dipshit," Malachi glared at him from beside Remi as he and Henrik closed ranks around the Arcadian.

"Go ahead, end me. Still won't save her," Dagmar shook as Remi's hands tightened. "She's as good as dead. My creature's just waiting to pounce."

"Newsflash: both them cats is dead," Malachi seemed to be the only one capable of speech at the moment.

"There were three."

Dagmar cackled as his words hit Remi's gut. Two down, the third unaccounted for. And Kit was on his motherfucking hit list. His fangs popped loose as he pulled Dagmar back and slammed him again into the beam.

"Call it back."

"Afraid I can't," Dagmar sneered. "And there's nothing you can do to stop it."

"Watch me," Remi turned to Malachi. "Get her to safety."

"Tsk, tsk, none of that now, Katagaria," Dagmar's mouth had spread up in a maniacally grin. "None of us will be leaving here. And she's just going to have to die."

"He's warded the place," MalachI swore. "Try the doors."

"Now, about my terms -"

"Fuck your terms," Remi snarled, twisting his hands abruptly. The crack of Dagmar's neck reverberated throughout the warehouse.

"A simple 'we do not negotiate with terrorists' would have been effective, Peltier," Henrik looked grim as he tried the doors. They didn't budge.

"Not a terrorist, a murderer of teenaged girls who put a hit out on your pregnant squire and my - liaison," Remi snapped, the cat's venom causing his vision to blur and his hands spasm. Fuck. His steps faltered. "He'd have toyed with us till it was too late to do jack shit. You got any healing?"

"Not in my wheelhouse," Henrik glanced back at him. "Why?"

"Venom's doing a number on me. I gotta get to the Kitten."

"Shit. Malachi does, provided he's not completely tapped out from his own poisoning."

"The beast got you too?" Malachie came up beside him. "Where?"

"My back."

"Turn around."

"Just do enough to get me to shift. That should take care of the rest."

"And after you shift, what then?"

"I bust the fucking doors down and kill the beast stalking Kit."

"If it so much as scratches her -"

"She's not dying on my watch," Remi snarled at Henrik. "Do your fucking shtick, Whitelighter."

Kit's chest heaved as she collapsed against Clint's chest. God, I needed that, she shoved her hair out of her eyes as a chuckled rumbled from his own, spectacular chest.

"Was it good for you, baby?" Kit glanced up at him, not ready to move free yet, now that all of her tension was drained away.

"I'm pretty sure I saw stars," he brushed her hair back tenderly, keeping it out of her eyes far more effectively than her attempt had been.

"Shit, and here I thought there were whole galaxies up there," she smiled.

"Which are made up of stars."

"If you want to get technical, there are planets too."

Kit laughed, forgetting for a minute all of the things that had kept her from laughing for the last two weeks. He was a funny guy, observant, had a rocking bod, and knew how to use it. But he knew Faith and he wasn't a cranky ass bear. She was such a glutton for pain. She rolled off of him and tugged the sheet around her cooling body.

"How do you know Faith?"

"She's liaising with my agency," Clint shrugged, turning to the end of the bed to clean himself up. Kit propped her head up, admiring his ass and the nail marks she'd left there. And then his words sunk in.

"Faith is liaising? Buffy's finally cracked and turned to drugs," Kit blinked up at him, noticing the sexy grin he tossed her over his shoulder.

"She doesn't play well with others, does she?"

"From what I've heard, she's actually gotten a lot better. And she always worked well with me," Kit fought a yawn as he slipped under the other end of the sheet.

"She fits in pretty well with the group," Clint chuckled.

"But not with you in bed?"

"A little too close to home for my tastes," he shrugged. "Not that she's the type to brag to Ta- anyone."

"Yeah, she really would. She kept reminding everyone that she was the one to take Xander's virginity whenever he tried bossing her around."

"Then I made a wise choice."

"Choice?" Kit narrowed her sleepy eyes at him.

"To look you up while I was in town," Clint reminded her as he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. "You're safe here, Kit."

"Yeah, but will I be at home?" she murmured sleepily, her eyes drifting shut as exhaustion kicked in.