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Dawn's Fine	By : abra Category: BtVS Crossovers > BtVS/Smallville Views: 2833 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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)

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Chapter 11

He always lost contact with the ship when they were having sexual intercourse. At first, it had been only a mild annoyance. During their ten days separation, he had noticed the ongoing corruption of his programming. He had sent all the data he had to the mainframe of the Brain Interactive Construct. It had decided to allow the experiment to continue. "Milton Fine" had had no feelings about it. He understood the reasoning behind it. He appreciated the need to keep the corrupted version isolated from the mainframe. He did not worry. He could not worry.

All of a sudden, things changed. He had run to Dawn when he had no reason to change the timetable of their relationship. They had had intercourse, and the connection with the ship broke again. The difference was that it took several hours for it to be resumed. For the first time, "Milton Fine" took a stock of his life. For the first time, the hypothesis of being destroyed if the corruption of his system proved to be a danger to the ship bothered him. For the first time, he realized that he could cease to be.

He created a hidden subroutine that took care of all the existential aspects. When the connection was restored, he appeared unchanged. He made sure that all the disturbingly human aspects of his metamorphosis remained within the subroutine, and well away from the invasive presence of the mainframe.

He kept monitoring Dawn, and he saw clearly her anxiety about him meeting her family. She had obviously been correct to worry, because her sister's reaction to his appearance had been even more extreme than Dawn's first reaction had been. He deduced that Buffy Summer's relationship with Spike had been particularly deep.

The problem however occurred when he had followed Buffy upstairs. He felt Dawn's reactions at the sight of the young man. He had become quite adept at translating her physical reactions into feelings. And what she felt for her old friend was anxiety and affection. Affection of a level that surpassed what she felt for him.

The AI's warped responses at this stream of information were so intense that they threatened to burst out of the protected subroutine. If he wanted to keep it hidden from the mainframe, he had to something to create interference in the uplink. The only thing that had worked had been Dawn's close proximity.

"Tell your sister we're going to sleep in the same room," he commanded.

He read the instinctive response he was expecting. She wanted to be with him.

"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."

Why was she trying to find reasons against it? He ran a quick analysis, and came up with a disturbing partial cause of her opposition, the young man. He had to force her hand.

"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?"

She looked surprised, then smiled.

"No. It's not the boy," she said.

Much to his surprise, the tension in her body had lessened during their conversation. She came toward him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. He could feel the connection with the ship begin to dwindle.

"What are the odds of someone coming in if we have sex here and now?" he asked, and resumed the kiss as soon as he had whispered the words.

Dawn swirled her tongue around his before answering.

"Quite high," she said.

"I assume you'd rather avoid this," he said.

"Um-hum," she moaned her agreement into his mouth.

"Then maybe we should stop doing this," he suggested.

She whimpered and showed her displeasure by digging her nails almost painfully into his shoulder.

"New plan," he said breaking the kiss. "We're going to inform them that we have to do some traditional last minute Christmas shopping, and ask very politely to borrow your sister's car. OK?"

She saw the realization color her face red.

"In Buffy's car?" she asked.

He felt anxiety, anticipation and arousal as the thought unfolded in her mind.

"Any objections?" he asked.

She ran her fingers through his hair, and licked her lips unconsciously.

"Can't think of any. Just let me change my clothes and we're going," she said, without releasing him from the embrace.

"I'll be downstairs," he said, not moving away.

It took them several more kisses before they parted.

~~~~~~

"Well, that could've gone better," he said as they were walking out of the house.

"Could've gone a lot worse, believe me," Dawn said.

He was well aware of that. He had placed a shard of kryptonite in Buffy's shirt and another one in Xander's sweater. He was listening to their conversation, while mentally scanning the city maps for an appropriate spot to park the car.

"Can I complain now?" Xander was asking.

"Please don't," Buffy answered.

"Oh, come on. How can you be so calm? I don't know what bothers me more, that he's fucking middle aged or that he's the spitting image of Spike. Why aren't you going nuts?"

"What do you want from me? You want me to throw him out of the house? You think I should forbid Dawn to date him? 'cause I'm sure that will work like a charm."

"You could stake him," Xander said, halfheartedly.

"God, I wish Giles was here. I hate having to be the adult. Oh, and Xander, I want you to behave when they come back. We need to find out more about him. I'm calling Riley right now."

"What? Riley? Why?"

"Dawn said something along the lines of him knowing stuff about us."

"About who? About your Slayer gig?"

"Didn't get a chance to ask her much more. Hold on, it's ringing."

The Kryptonian AI was glad to learn that. He had complete confidence in the past he had fabricated for himself as an agent of the State department. He stopped the car in the deserted alley three blocks from the Summers' house.

"Backseat?" Dawn asked, a slight note of hesitation in her voice.

"In a minute, luv," he answered, pulling up slowly the hem of her skirt.

"Don't do the accent," she said, shivering under his touch.

He leaned over to kiss her and slid his hand a little deeper between her thighs.

"You're so tense," he said.

"Never done this in a car," she said.

"Me neither," he told her.

"Oh, come on! I thought you were like James Bond."

"I'm nothing like that."

She snuck her hand beneath his shirt and began caressing him. The more she was touching him, the more he wanted to feel her. He could feel something akin to hunger pushing the limits of his secret subroutine. He had to shatter the connection with the ship completely as soon as possibly.

"Backseat sounds awful good," he said.

Dawn looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with desire.

"Yes, it does," she said.

He did his best not to use his super speed to get to her side. He opened the door for her and watched the long legs appear slowly out of the car. Her skirt had bunched up around her waist as she slid toward him. She was wearing stockings, and he caught a glimpse of her black lace panties before she stood up. For a moment, he had to fight the sudden impulse to push her back and take her in the uncomfortable front seats. Instead, he extended his hand and helped her out of the car.

Dawn draped herself around him in an intimate embrace. It wasn't bothering him that it was extremely cold outside, but she had to be freezing. She should have been freezing, but she was burning hot in his arms. He pushed her against the car and her legs wrapped around his waist, and the connection to the ship promptly disappeared.

"Fuck, Dawn, let's try to get in the car," he said hoarsely.

Humans didn't break as easily as one might assume, but he wasn't going to take any risks with her. He lifted her in his arms, making her squeak delighted. He wondered what she would feel if he flew with her. He opened the car door and placed her gently inside. He let the weight of his body press her deeper into the seat. Dawn moaned and held him even tighter. He managed to slip an arm between them and started to rub her on top of the panties. The lace was already wet and she was making sweet, throaty noises.

"I want you so bad," she whispered.

As soon as he heard this, he ripped off her panties and began rubbing the wet flesh. He probed her entrance with two fingers, and when she arched her back into him, he realized that the backseat of a car was not the best place for a long foreplay. He opened his pants and made his way inside her without hesitation. He watched her enjoy his intrusion, he felt her relish the way her walls were stretching to allow him so deep inside her.

His thrusts soon became faster and harder than he intended. He was going to break her if he lost control. He tried to slow down the pace, but the harder he pounded, the more intense were her responses.

"Oh, God, I love you so much," Dawn whispered between moans.

He felt the heartbeat, the flow of blood, the rippling of muscles. He felt human. For several long, bewildering moments, he felt human. Reality seeped back in, and he began to distinguish her life signs. It had been her heart beating fast, her blood pouring through her veins, her muscles tightening, her breathing coming out in gasps. He was beginning to lose himself in her. He had to take back the Kryptonite from her system. He had to. Later.

"I'm only alive when I'm inside you," he murmured.

He made the effort to wait for the first indications of her coming orgasm before he let go.

~~~~
He was still lying on top of her when he heard the approaching creatures. From the sound, they weren't regular humans. He zipped up his pants and got out of the car.

"Stay in the car," he told Dawn before getting out.

They hadn't sounded human, and they did not look human. More importantly, judging by the collection of axes and swords they were carrying, they were not coming in peace. He went through his "magical creatures" database and identified the three demons. The advised method of disposing of them was the old and reliable 'slice and dice'. He ran toward the first one, wrung his neck, and then sliced it with his modified index.

The second, and now the wiser demon, let the sword fall to the ground and put his hands up.

"We just want the Slayer," the demon said.

We? He looked back at the car and saw a third demon opening the car door. He cut off the head of the demon standing in front of him with a single sway of his arm turned into a sharp blade, and ran back as fast as he could. He didn't even consider not using his super speed.

The last demon was trying to pull Dawn out of the car. Milton Fine elongated all the fingers of his right hand, and the five spikes pierced the creature in the forehead, mouth, neck, shoulder and chest. It died instantly.

Dawn looked at his 'hand', then at the dead demon, then back at his hand. He watched her while he changed the hand back into its human shape.

"Not an alien hunter, I take it," she said, coming toward him.

"No," he said.

"But... an alien?" she asked softly.

"Yes."

"Would I be unduly optimistic if I thought that's the last secret you were keeping from me?"

He looked at her, trying to decipher whether she was just pretending to be calm, because she was afraid of him. Oddly enough, she didn't seem afraid. And she didn't seem completely relaxed.

"There are several things you should probably know about me. The most important of them is that I'm not alone on Earth. And I'm usually under surveillance. For some reason I can't explain yet, when we have sex, the surveillance stops for a short period. So, for your safety, please pretend that nothing has changed. If they find out that you know..."

"Oh."

"We'll talk later. I promise."

"OK," she agreed. "We'd better get out of here."

~~~~~~~~~

To be continued...
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- 11
- 12
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