Title: Let the Black Waves Roll
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: I do not own: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the Dark-Hunters (The Avengers, Charmed, 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: 3,017
A/N: The last chapter was a biatch to write, let me tell you what. Sex/fight scenes are two of the hardest ones for me to do. Anyway. Post-coitus/Dagmar-neck-snappage aside: lets get down to the nitty gritty. Also, there will be slight Becca bashing - only because I finished Time Untime between posting chapter 14 and starting this chapter and let me tell you - the bitchy exes need to be bashed. Because her motive is so going to be revealed here. And I kind of feel bad for Q. Peltier or QP (which is how I will be referring to Quinn, only to save myself the headache of trying to keep boy!Quinn and girl!Quinn straight.)
This chapter brought to you by What If You Knew by Gabriella Cilmi.

Let the Black Waves Roll
I'm Gonna Tell You the Truth Even If It Hurts

Jaylin stretched as she emerged from the back rooms of Sanctuary. Thankfully, the birth of Becca's twins had been relatively easy. The Arcadian female had complained more than the last handful of births she'd attended to, but then half of that had been whining about Remi. Tacky.

But, Becca had brought two beautiful babies into the world. They'd been born like their Arcadian parents: two hale and hearty, pink cheeked, ten fingers-and-toes babies. The little boy had a thick head of golden curls, like his parents. The baby girl had a shock of dark hair. Both were nestled close to their mother, who'd finally stopped begging for Remi and had called out for her mate. Quinn was grinning like a fool down at his son while Becca nuzzled her daughter.

"I'm sorry, Quinn," Becca wrapped her hand around Quinn's wrist, drawing her mate closer. "I'm so sorry for what I said."

"I know."

"I was scared, and Remi - he always used to chase the shadows away," she whispered brokenly.

"He was your friend before he was your lover," Quinn settled down beside his mate, his son pressed tightly to his chest. Becca turned her body into his, her head on his shoulder. "You wanted your protector."

"Still wasn't fair."

"The Fates weren't, haven't ever been," Quinn shrugged.

Jaylin had turned away from the small family then, not wanting to intrude on their reconciliation. Besides, she was still weak from the attack. Jaylin leaned against the bar, noticing the emptiness of the usually packed bar.

"Closing time was a few hours back," Aimee handed her a cola. "You missed it in all the excitement."

"I hadn't even thought about that," Jaylin nodded her thanks for the drink and took a deep gulp of the super-sweet cool drink. After she'd become a Whitelighter she'd developed a severe craving for sweets of any kind. It was damn good that she didn't pack on the pounds like she had as a human. "Where's Kit? At the hospital?"

"You don't know where she is?" Aimee's face went pale.

"No."

"Shit. What about -"

Whatever Aimee was going to ask was cut off by a pounding on the door. Cody, who'd been sweeping up at the front of the bar, went slowly to the door and peeked out. Two seconds later, the door flew open and a tall, brunette woman in her early twenties blew through the it. Her hand was wrapped protectively around her huge belly and she made a beeline for Jaylin.

"Henrik hasn't called in since he left for the night," Sheyle's shoulders shook as her accent thickened. "Malachi called him and he never called me back."

"Mal was supposed to be running down everything we had on the beasts that attacked Mandy," Jaylin pushed to her feet. "And he was supposed to be guarding over Kit."

"Short guy with light brown hair?" Aimee asked.

"No, Mal is at least as tall as the twins," Jaylin nodded over to where Cody was standing. "Dark hair, blue eyes."

"Kit left with the stranger before Becca went into labor," Aimee glanced back at her mate Fang. "Then Remi called and told us to keep her here."

"So where the hell are they all?" Sheyle slumped against the counter.

Kit stretched against the warm, hard body behind her. It wasn't like she could even pretend it was Remi, but Clint sure as fuck felt nice curled up beside her. She glanced up at the dark sky through the windows. Sunup wasn't too far off. She'd have to be back at the hospital soon. Clint made a noise deep in the back of his throat as his hand draped over her hip. She smiled and was about to say something when she heard a loud screech of metal-against-metal outside the window.

Clint jerked upright, pulling her back to the edge of the mattress. Before she could even open her mouth to say anything, the single window exploded inward with a spray of wood, glass and brick. He swore and pushed her back farther against the wall. Kit couldn't get her mind to work until she heard the sickening snarl and hiss that reminded her of that night Mandy had been attacked.

Clint had already grabbed a weapon - from where, she wasn't sure - and had already fired - were those arrows? The large cat pulled itself forward through the decimated window, liquid pooling beneath it's claws. The image of Mandy's wounds sizzling flooded through Kit's mind. She pulled what little magic she had up and into a shield seconds before the cat propelled itself at. It bounced back forcefully and hit the wall with a dull thud. Clint, still in his naked glory, tossed her a glance before she heard the whir of his quiver.

"Drop the shield and cover your ears," Clint barked over his shoulder.

The beast shook it's head, snarled and propelled itself at her shield again. Clint had the arrow nocked and let it fly the instant she let it flicker down. The cat flew back, more annoyed by the arrow in it's neck than by the kill shot. Kit poured whatever was left of her power into the shield as it staggered forward again.

Which was good, because the damn thing exploded. It's head slapped wetly against the ceiling as the body slumped against the ruined bed. Blood spattered her shield and slid down it enough that it didn't hit them as her shield flickered out.

"What the hell was that?" Kit's voice shook as the adrenalin and power drain pulled on her.

"Mutant cat from hell," Clint slunk beside her to the floor. "Knew he'd send something, but wasn't expecting that."

"Knew who?" Kit glanced over at him.

"Dagmar Crawford."

"What the fuck did you say?" Kit snapped. "That bastard is rotting in a Council prison, hopefully dangling over a hellmouth."

"One of his ex-Council buddies busted him out," Clint sighed, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. "Faith was on her way to bring him in when she heard he might be heading this way."

"Are you kidding me?" Kit dragged a hand through her hair. "And what, you just happened to get here first?"

"No, I was closer. I was supposed to warn you about him. Recon said he was still in Tennessee. Obviously, he isn't," Clint snapped his bow back and set it at his side.

"No shit, Sherlock," Kit tugged the sheet back up over her chest and leaned against him. "Where is the son of a bitch now?"

"Let me -"

A bright light appeared at the opposite side of the bed. Kit threw her hands up - not that it would do much good. She'd drained most of her meager power fending off the first beast. Clint had snapped his bow back open and was palming an arrow. One way or another, they'd get to the bottom of this.

Remi slammed against the walls for the tenth time. Malachi was sitting close to one of the windows near the top of the warehouse, as if that would help boost his ability to get a message out to Jaylin. Henrik was hiding in the shadows, trying to keep away from the sunlight that would be pouring in the windows soon enough.

Remi roared in anger. Why the hell couldn't he break the doors? And who the hell was keeping Kit safe while he was trapped in this hellhole?

Kit glanced up at the blonde woman who rushed around to them, gingerly jumping over the body of the dead cat. She recognized her as the Dark-Hunter Henrik's girlfriend. Why she was here in a pool of white light - that she couldn't explain.

"Thank god you're all right!" she rushed to Kit's side. "Well, at least he didn't kill you."

"He? Who the hell are you?"

"Jaylin, your - guardian angel of sorts."

"Guardian angel?" Clint never lowered his bow.

"Clinton Barton, get that out of my face right now or I'll tell her your codename -"

"It's Hawkeye," Kit blurted. Jaylin and Clint's heads both snapped around to face her. She rolled her eyes. "You work with Faith. After the shit that went down in New York, Buffy got a call. Xander was super stoked and e-mailed all the watchers at the coolness of boy superheroes who were real. Faith was heading to New York because Buffy and Dawn both yelled not it. And you're shorter than Captain America, Thor and I'm pretty sure I remember the press conference where Tony Stark owned up to being Iron Man."

"I could be the Hulk," Clint snorted.

"Um, I'm pretty sure the Hulk is not agency friendly. Or big on recon. I'm pretty sure he's all about the Hulk-Smash," Kit shook her head and focused on Jaylin. "Why are you here?"

"My apprentice, Malachi, the Dark-Hunter Henrik and one of my charge's uncles are missing."

"Your charges?"

"I thought Kit was your charge," Clint frowned at her.

"Kit is. But instead of focusing on finding my apprentice I was busy bringing a new charge into this world at Sanctuary."

"Nobody's pregnant at Sanctuary," Kit muttered, trying to think who could have given birth. The only one pregnant even near Sanctuary was - "Becca gave birth?"

"To twins. A boy and a girl," Jaylin nodded.

"And Remi -" Kit's breath hitched. He's be pacing holes in the floor or killing someone. Or both.

"He's the one who's missing. He went to track down Dagmar Crawford. And now we can't find him."

"What?"

Sheyle was annoyed. Her feet ached, the father of her unborn child and her Dark-Hunter were missing and she was in a damn bar waiting for news from Jaylin. She was one of the few people in on the know that Jaylin and Henrik were really Joyce and Hank Summers. And Henrik had only broken down and told her when it turned out that Malachi was watching over her for Jaylin. Sheyle had believed he was out to kill or torture her for information on her Dark-Hunter. She stopped mid-pace as Jaylin came back through the door of Sanctuary, Kit and some strange man in tow.

"Where the hell was she?"

"Shacked up with an Avenger," Jaylin sighed. "Any word from Mal?"

"Nada. I'm getting pissed off. Has she heard from him?"

"No, I haven't."

"Kit! For the love of all that is holy, where the fuck have you been?" Aimee gave the man with the Watcher and the Whitelighter a glare.

"Who is more like it," Cody glowered at her.

"Don't make me smack you," Kit snapped at him. "What the hell is going on? I leave the bar for what, six hours and it all goes to hell?"

"We had a situation and now Remi is in the wind."

"And we could have really used him," one of the other three Quads was close behind Cody looking at Kit like she was an alien.

"Big Q, you do not want to give me the stink-eye," Kit tossed at him. He seemed shocked to know that she knew who he was. "Where did Remi say he was going?"

"Remi didn't say jack shit," Aimee answered before Quinn could say something.

"So what did Malachi say to you?" Kit directed at both Sheyle and Jaylin.

"That he was going to fix something on one of his cases. We don't overshare our workloads," Sheyle was starting to lose her shit.

"Henrik said something about calling in a favor of a Trickster," Jaylin snapped her fingers. "Loki's north of the city."

"Loki?" the unnamed man's eyes beaded as he locked on to Jaylin's words.

"I'm assuming it's not the Asgardian," Kit asked her.

"No. He's passed himself off as Loki for a long time. Last name I knew he was actually answering to was Gabriel," Jaylin shook her head.

"So where's Gabe holed up?" Kit crossed her arms over her chest.

"North of the city," Jaylin glowed a bit. "I can get you there pretty quickly."

"Let's do this," Sheyle pushed herself up from the counter.

"Sheyle, it's not a good idea for you to be hunting them down in this -"

"It's my man and my Padre," Sheyle held her hand up at her. "That man has been taking care of me since my father died and I was little older than your youngest girl. They're my family and there is no way in hell I am not hunting them down and bringing them home again."

"I'm coming with," Q added.

"You aren't invited," Kit snapped. "Besides, you have a mate and two newborns to take care of. Handle your own shit. I've got Remi."

Gabriel was getting mighty pissed off at all of these damn gatecrashers tonight. First the bear, the Dark-Hunter and the Whitelighter. Now it was the Avenger, the Watcher, the Squire and his favorite Whitelighter. Still, they were bugging him about the same shit and it was starting to get old. Especially when the little spitfire was wielding a knife in his face. Sure, he could've popped through their ranks and out of the building, but he like seeing Jaylin.

"Where is the bear?" Kit asked a second time. The pregnant Squire was muttering on and on in Spanish about what she was going to do to him if he didn't fess up to his nefarious plots.

"How should I know what bear you're talking about? There's a whole bar full of them back where you came from."

"Please, Gabriel, will you tell us where they are?" Jaylin gently pushed Kit away from the fallen angel.

"Where I sent him hours ago when he went to go kill Crawford," Gabriel sighed. "You'll owe me if I tell you."

"How about you tell us and then I kill you so the nice lady doesn't have to owe you shit?" Clint snapped.

"Stop it. Of course, I'll owe you a favor, Gabriel," Jaylin nodded.

"In a warehouse just past the last cemetery in the city. It's warded. Nothing that goes in can come out. Unless you know the loophole."

"And you know the loophole," Clint shook his head at the ex-angel.

"I do."

The sun was creeping higher against the horizon by the time Kit & co. got to the damn warehouse. Jaylin found the creepy ass blood sigils and used her Whitelighter blood to rip them away. As soon as she did, the door to the warehouse burst open and an extremely pissed off bear roared through them. Clint pushed Kit behind him and had an arrow aimed at Remi's head. Which wasn't a good thing.

It wasn't like he knew what was coming as Remi swatted him away, claws catching in his vest. Kit stood completely still as Remi snarled at the smell of Clint on her. He bellowed at her, which blew her hair back a bit. It also boiled her blood.

"Don't you even give me that shit, bear!" Kit snapped back. "Put your human face on already so you can tell me why you failed to call me when you knew Crawford was back in town!"

The transformation was quicker than she'd expected. Of course, she'd only seen him transform twice before and she'd been too damn awestruck to focus on it properly. But now he was glaring down on her in his damn hot human form.

"I was trying to save your ass. And you fucking fired me!" Remi roared at her.

"Hey, back off the lady," Clint limped up to them.

"Stay out of it, Barton," Kit warned.

"Who the fuck is this?"

"The one paying your lady some attention."

"Clint," Kit snapped at him. "Go see how Henrik and Malachi are doing before the bear loses his shit even more."

"That's what you go crawling to?" Remi snarled at Clint, who still hadn't stepped off.

"No, that's who I go when I need to get fucked," Kit was beyond pissed at him. "And if you had bothered to call me and tell me you had a damn lead on Crawford, I might not have had a chance to do that much. I also wouldn't have had a chance to throw up a shield while Clint blew the fucking Yumasan cat that tried to bat us around like a damn mouse."

"A what?" Remi drew back a fraction of an inch.

"A venom-leaking-from-the front claws prehistoric mythological cat that can be summoned by a five person sacrifice on hallowed ground," Kit nodded back at the cemetery behind her. Then she rose up on her tip-toes and tapped him between the eyes with her cell phone. "And it's called Google and research. I'm fucking great at that and it's why you should have called me. No matter that I fired you. This was about me and my slayers. Not about you!"

"I got Crawford."

"Thanks, but he was never yours to get," Kit narrowed her eyes at him. "Because he got you penned in and left me wide open for attack."

"We need to get Henrik out of here before full sun-up. Are you three okay on your own?" Jaylin popped up beside them.

"Lisa's on her way to come get me," Kit never tore her eyes away from Remi, who alternated between glaring at Clint and processing why she was so pissed off at him. "I texted her my location before we left. Which is another amazing thing you can do with your cell phone. If you had one."

There was two quick beeps as Lisa pulled her Mini Cooper up behind Kit. Clint led her to the car. But the other weight of knowledge had her turning back to Remi, who'd gone still when she'd startled yelling at him.

"It's also how you learn that Becca went into labor hours ago at Sanctuary and gave birth to twins."

She half-expected him to phase out and rush back to Sanctuary. Instead, he stomped up to Clint, separated her from the Avenger and phased her away without a word.