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Dawn's Fine	By : abra Category: BtVS Crossovers > BtVS/Smallville Views: 2833 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or the setting of the story. As far as I know, Dawn Summers and all things I borrowed from the Buffyverse are a creation of and belong to Joss Whedon, and Milton Fine belongs to the creators of the Superman comics, and Warner Bros and whoever else owns "Smallville".

Timeline � after "Hypnotic", before "Oracle" and "Vessel"(Smallville), post Chosen (Buffy, the Vampire Slayer), post NFA (Angel)

A/N: Dawn is a considerate girl. I think she would warn her sister about Fine's resemblance to Spike beforehand. I know this diminishes the shock of the encounter, but it seems right to me that she would tell Buffy about it before the meeting.

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Thank you, purrfus, for your nice words. I posted these three chapters for you. Hope you like them.

Chapter 10

Dawn was crying.
Earlier that evening it had occurred to her that she was in love. But she couldn't possibly be in love, could she? It was too fast, she knew so little about him... The more she tried to find reasons why she couldn't be in love with Milton Fine, the more she missed him. She was missing him so badly, it hurt. It felt as if all the pain of losing so many people she loved had somehow focused in missing one.
He had promised to come back before Christmas so they would spend the holidays together. His absence felt like a hole in her soul. Her attempt to fill the painful void with some random boy at the party had failed miserably. The stranger's touches had felt mildly pleasant until her brain played a trick on her and replaced him with the memory of Fine's hands on her skin.
She had run away, holding back the tears until she got to her room.
"Where are you, Professor?"
Dawn was crying when she heard the knock on the door.
"Who is it?" she asked, sniffling, but opened the door before receiving an answer.
Milton Fine was standing in the badly lit hallway, beautifully tanned, with a two day beard and slightly out of breath. No sooner she opened the door he swept her in a fierce embrace.
"I missed you," she whispered.
"Missed you, too. Bloody dangerous opening the door like that."
"Oh, shut up and kiss me already."
"Yes, M'am."

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Dawn made the phone call a few minutes before they left for the airport. She had considered simply showing up with Spike's long lost twin, but she didn't have the heart to put Buffy through this experience without any warning. It was going to be difficult for her sister anyway, but this was the least could she do to dampen the shock.
Dawn went through the first part of the conversation on auto pilot. She gathered her courage, and plunged in.
"Buffy, is it OK if I bring someone home for Christmas?"
"Of course it's OK. How much does he know about us?"
"Umm, he knows stuff. More than what I told him, for sure. And he's not exactly what you'd expect from me..."
"Okaaay, beginning to worry here. What do you mean?"
"Well, for one thing he's somewhat older than me."
"Dawn, is he a vampire?"
"Funny, but no. He's not a hundred or anything. Just older. And..."
"And? There's an 'and'?"
"Umm... yes. A big 'and'. He... well, he looks a little like Spike," Dawn whispered the last words.
The silence at the other end of the phone told her that her fears had not been unfounded.
"Buffy?"
"How little is 'a little'?" Buffy asked in a strained voice.
Dawn swallowed dryly.
"Not so little. More like a lot."
"Is that why you're bringing him home? For me?"
"No," Dawn said, wondering if her sister wasn't actually right.
"I trust your judgment, Dawn. See you on Christmas Eve."
"See you, Buffy."
She had to know. She had to give Fine the choice between herself and Buffy sooner rather than later. She was already head over heels in love, but she could feel that as time would pass, her feelings were going to grow deeper.
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Dawn had been quiet on the plane, but once they got into the cab she felt downright numb.
"Are you worried about how your family will react to me? The age thing?"
"Not really," Dawn said, digging her fingernails in her palms unwittingly.
"So it's the resemblance," he said, as if she had just confirmed his suspicion.
She didn't say anything. The truth was that she was worried. She was worried about Buffy's reaction, wondering if she was going to be in pain having to be in the same room with someone who looked so much like Spike. Buffy had never been very open about what she had truly felt about Spike. Then again, she had probably never been very honest to herself about what she had really felt.
She was also worried about everyone else's reaction to meeting Spike 2.0. She had some hopes that not all their friends, as few as were still alive, would be present.
And she was also worried about his reaction. To the Slayer's world. And to the Slayer herself.
"Are you all right? Having second thoughts? I can go to a hotel."
"No. I'm just a little tired from the flight."
He took her hand, but she couldn't look at him. Not just yet.
"Dawn," he called softly, and he cupped her cheek, turning her face gently toward him. "You don't have to lie to me. Ever."
He pulled her head closer and kissed her. Dawn shielded herself from the tenderness of his touch refusing to let go of her anxiety, knowing that in only few minutes he could realize he had gotten involved with the wrong sister. If the man noticed her reluctance, he did not comment on it. She tried to relax looking out the window at the city she could probably never call home.
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Dawn's heart thumped loudly in resonance with the knocks on the door. She fought the temptation to reach for his hand. She heard the sound of running feet and muffled voices before the door opened.
"Dawn, you're here!" Buffy exclaimed and hugged her sister warmly. "Come on in!"
Dawn entered followed by a silent and luggage laden Milton Fine. She held her breath waiting for Buffy to turn her attention to him.
"Buffy, this is Milton Fine," Dawn said.
She had rehearsed the introduction in her head for the past couple of hours, and she had been unable to find anything appropriate to add to that. "He is my... professor? lover? friend?"
Dawn watched Buffy extend her hand without hesitation. She noticed recognition and pain in her sister's gaze as it swept over the man's features, even if she still had a smile on her lips.
"Very nice to meet you, Mr. Fine," Buffy said.
"Call me Milton, please," he said, shaking her hand. "Thank you for having me over for Christmas."
The silence threatened to become awkward when he spoke.
"Where can I take our bags?"
"Oh, yes, let me show you to your rooms."
Dawn watched them go upstairs together before she went into the living room. Xander was wearing an elf hat and he was putting the last touches on the Christmas tree. She hadn't realized how much she had missed him until the old love washed over her in warm, tender waves. For a second, she was back in Sunnydale, in those years that had never really existed for her.
She wondered how changed he would look once he turned around, how much gray hair was hidden under that funny little green hat. Even if he had changed, she still wanted to enjoy a few moments of his company before he met the new Spike. The interaction between Xander and Spike had rarely been of the easygoing kind.
"Guess who?" she asked, pulling the hat over his eyes.
"Dawnster!" he exclaimed, turned around and swept her into an enthusiastic embrace.
She giggled when he started twirling her around, making her dizzy. They were still spinning when Buffy and Fine came into the room. Xander set her unsteadily to her feet, and looked at the newcomer. His expression changed so quickly and dramatically that Dawn felt her stomach churning.
"Xander, this is Milton Fine, Dawn's friend. Milton, Xander Harris," Buffy made the introductions hurriedly.
The two men shook hands in an atmosphere suddenly bereft of all holiday cheer.
"Would you like some eggnog, or a coffee or something?" Buffy asked trying to unfreeze the atmosphere.
"Coffee would be great," Fine said.
"Coffee for me, too," Dawn whispered.
"Little girls drink warm milk," Xander informed her, with a disapproving glance at the older man.
"Xander, could you give me a hand, please?" Buffy asked, tugging at his elbow.
"Yeah, sure," Xander said, and followed her, but not before taking a long look at other man.
Their departure did not however dispel the tension in the room.
"You're very quiet," he said, in an unusually cool voice.
Dawn shrugged. There would be no talking of pink elephants for a while.
"I'm going upstairs to get changed," she told him, and left before he could say anything.
She had barely closed the door behind her when it was opened again.
"Did you ask for separate rooms?" Fine asked directly.
"No, but it's hardly surprising. I'm still the baby around here."
"You're grown up, Dawn."
"I know, but you know how it is. They're always going to see me like a little girl."
"Well, you're not a child anymore. You're a woman. You are my woman."
She felt the words ignite something inside her. It felt as if there had always been an invisible bond between them, only now it felt burning hot.
"Tell your sister we're going to sleep in the same room."
She liked the commanding tone in his voice. She could hope that he felt the connection between them just as strongly as her. But that did not make the conversation with Buffy any easier. She winced when she imagined Xander's reaction to this arrangement.
"I think she's disturbed enough to see how much you look like Spike. She might not be very happy with me asking her that."
"I just spent ten days without as much as seeing you. Is it really your sister the reason you think we should not sleep together? Or is it the boy?"
Dawn looked up at him in surprise. Was he jealous?

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To be continued...
- 9
- 10
- 11
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