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Dawn's Fine	By : abra Category: BtVS Crossovers > BtVS/Smallville Views: 2832 -:- 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".
There is a paragraph in italics borrowed from an episode of Smallivlle.

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

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Chapter 13

The connection resumed without warning. The previous hour worth of data were exchanged almost instantaneously between the mainframe and its prodigal extension.
"Milton Fine" had altered his memories as little as possible. Just enough to keep secret Dawn's awareness of his nature. He sent back the intense sensations he had experienced during their sexual contact. He used it as a reason to extract the Kryptonite from Dawn's body. He had programmed the shard to separate in its submolecular sized nanobots, reintegrated them back into himself through the saliva exchanged during their kiss, and erased carefully any information that might betray Dawn's dangerous knowledge.
He had decided not to tell Dawn anything more than the absolute minimum. He had become too adept at reading her, which meant that the Brain Interactive Construct would be able to perceive the slightest signs of deception from her. The stratagem of giving her the data on the CD was meant to give her time to adjust her behavior by learning more about him in his and his "Big Brother's" absence.
The information he received from the mainframe was extremely interesting. In the hour the contact had been broken the ship had made a detailed analysis of his situation. It did not appear to have discovered the secret subroutine, but he could not be sure. After all, if he was able to lie, the mainframe probably could, too. What was particularly interesting in the received data - he did not find the progress of the virus hunt interesting in the least - was the conclusion of the analysis. The mainframe had discovered that Dawn emitted a powerful outerdimensional signature. One that was considerably more complex than that of any other subject the BrainIaC had tested.
In the past hour the ship had scanned approximately two thirds of the planet. Milton Fine resolved to scan Dawn and her family himself. The data received from the mainframe showed Dawn's energy signature to have a level of complexity unparalleled on Earth. But the ship had gathered the data by adapting the scanners he had developed in Sunnydale for orbital use. He needed a more accurate reading.
He was not in the least surprised that Dawn presented some kind of outerdimensional traces in her energy signature. She had grown up on the rift between two or more dimensions. He had no way of knowing what effect living in the bleed-through zone might have on a growing human being.
There was however a more terrifying alternative hypothesis. He was familiar with the mythical and literary descriptions of the types of interaction between humans and 'demons'. The most common example was the humans being turned into vampires. Something like that could have happened to Dawn despite, or, judging by the recent events, because her sister was a Slayer.
Scanning her might not be enough. He had to talk to her. The mainframe agreed that the more they knew about Dawn's energy signature, the better chance they had of cleaning up the corrupted systems of its humanoid incarnation. "Milton Fine" feigned to be relieved to learn this.
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He dreaded the moment when she would come out of her room. He was sure that she had used the time to read the content of the CD on Buffy's computer. He had confessed her everything, except, for reasons he could not fully understand, his true nature. Humans might be able to love someone even if they're from another planet, according to Kal-El, but it was too much to hope that they could love a soulless machine.
If he had learned anything from the son of Jor-El was that the more important the secret, the more the family stuck together to protect it. He had just warned Dawn to keep his origin secret from her sister, the person whom she trusted more than anyone else on Earth. He had told her that "the others" were able to monitor both Buffy, and Xander. He was trying to separate her from the people closest to her. He wondered if he was doing it so that she would have no one else but him. The scheme had not worked on Kal-El. At least this time, he was, for the most part, sincerely trying to protect her. For her, he had betrayed his very substance, Kryptonite from his Kryptonite, sort of speak. Would she isolate herself from her sister for him?
"The sun sets, and she appears," he thought when Dawn walked down the stairs. She looked thoughtful, even sad. Her melancholy affected him deeply as he knew himself to be its cause. He kept still in the shadow of the hallway and watched her descend unknowingly toward him. He refrained from breathing in order to keep her ignorant of his presence a little longer. When she finally noticed him, her reaction was as intense as it was surprising. Her eyes and her face lit up at the sight of him. He observed her with unlimited curiosity. Humans were not as proficient at hiding their reactions as they thought themselves to be. The girl was genuinely happy to see him.
"I missed you," she said, cradled snugly in his arms.

"You were gone for only five minutes," he said, affecting reason while he was on the verge of betraying his duplicity to the mainframe.

"It felt longer. You know, we didn't actually get to the Mall to get presents," she said.

"I doubt that your sister is going to lend us the car again," he answered her veiled suggestion.

Dawn pouted, and held him tighter. He created for her the illusions of a heart beating in his chest. Her cheek was pressed against his neck, and he simulated blood flowing through imaginary arteries.

"She'll be going on patrol soon. We could go upstairs for a while," Dawn whispered.

He kissed her, and did not stop until he heard Xander's footsteps.

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"Sometimes, I wish I was completely blind," Xander said, averting his gaze from the couple that had separated abruptly and guiltily.

"Don't be like that," Dawn said reproachfully.

"How do you expect me to behave? He's twice your age. He's your teacher. He's taking advantage of you."

Dawn put her hand on Fine's arm as a signal not to react in any way.

"Xander, your opinion means more to me than my own father's ever has. I know this bothers you, but please try to put aside your prejudices, and accept my choice."

"In other words, I should be a grow up about it," Xander said.

"I know it's asking a lot," she said, with a smile.

"Very funny," Xander said, his voice displaying no signs of amusement. "I'll try."

The young man walked away, and the Kryptonian A.I. downgraded his threat status. Dawn had neutralized a potentially dangerous situation, thus unknowingly saving her friend's life. He put his arm around her shoulders and was rewarded with her instinctive acceptance. She leaned into him and he could feel the tension in her body slowly dispersing. He kissed her temple softly.

"What was that for?" she asked.

"I was thinking that the phrase 'wise beyond your years' suits you perfectly."

"Don't be mad at Xander. It's more than brotherly concern. Not only you're... well... not the kind of boyfriend he considers appropriate for me, you also look so much like... and there's a lot of history there."

He nodded. He had sensed young Xander's attraction to Buffy, and assumed that he had not approved of her relationship with Spike.

"Are you OK with my staying in Cleveland?" he asked.

"Sure. Why not?"

"I gather that your sister and Spike had a very serious thing going."

Dawn huffed.

"Not according to her. But yeah, I guess they did. I'm not the jealous type, if that's what you meant. Just don't give me reasons to become."

He kissed her lips tenderly.

"Never," he vowed.

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After the winter holiday

The days since Dawn's return to Metropolis seemed to crawl. Time was relative, but this was getting ridiculous. She had promised to visit him every weekend. He had made sure she had money for the plane, and felt like a dirty old man doing that, despite the fact that he was technically about a year old. Or a few thousand years, if he counted the period of his journey from Krypton. Either way, he was not a good match for a beautiful, almost completely normal twenty year old Earth girl.

He tried to fill his time joining Buffy on patrols, and following up on whatever creatures they encountered. This was time consuming indeed, but thoroughly boring. Everything felt boring in Dawn's absence. He felt something like withdrawal being deprived of the energy she emanated when they were together. And he yearned for the moments when he broke free of his cybernetic chains.

He was walking along the blond girl through the cemetery. He had been doing that ever night since Dawn had left. Sometimes he could see a resemblance to Dawn. The sisters were quite different, but even so, there was a family air that made him feel Dawn's absence more acutely every time he noticed it.

He looked at her when the silence had grown too long. She had been watching him, and he was surprised to see the hurt in her eyes. Hurt and longing. He guessed that, had he been human, he would've felt the same if he ever lost Dawn. He did not want to think about that.

"I could grow a beard," Fine said guessing the reason behind Buffy's silent pain.

She smiled sadly.

"Wouldn't help. Thanks for offering."

"You must have loved him."

She remained quiet. Dawn had written in her diary that Buffy never talked about her feelings for Spike. Should he press the point?

"My job doesn't allow me many illusions about human nature. I find love both interesting, and extremely varied in depth and even type."

The vampire's attack put an end to the conversation.

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Dawn's first weekend visit

"We... can... talk... now," he informed her, thrusting in her rhythmically.

Dawn giggled and moaned at the same time.

"Right now? Don't think I can."

He smiled. He hadn't been with her for five days. He wanted to talk to her without the watchful eye of the ship, but at the same time, he wanted to make her happy. He could not feel pleasure, but he experienced something very much like satisfaction and completion when she was lost on the peaks of orgasm, even if he could never join her there. Bringing Dawn the ultimate pleasure made her radiate energy on levels no other human could. That still wasn't pleasure for him, but it gave him a sense of belonging. Similar, but at the same time quite different than his communion with the ship. The difference between being Borg, and being the Yang to her Yin. Harmony, not uniformity.

The BrainIaC monitored her readings from its orbital spy, then compared it with the readings taken by its unfaithful human extension once the connection resumed. Fine enjoyed the pretext. If that hadn't been the situation, the logical step in gathering data would've been to seduce the other sister. Not at all difficult. It would probably have been even easier than it had been with Dawn. Buffy had loved the vampire.

He did not approve of the suggestion to invite another human incarnation, as his twin brother. He reasoned in consensus with the mainframe that the coincidence of him looking like Spike was already suspicious enough. To present a second copy would do more harm than good. And to try to get to her under another shape would not have the advantage of the girl's previous love. He could probably seduce her starting from nothing, but that would take time. Time spent away from the Dawn project. And they could neither risk the contamination of another exemplary, nor spare one from the virus/Lex Luthor project.

Beyond the reasoning, he realized he was uncomfortable with the idea of brining another Milton Fine unit into Dawn's life. Would she be able to tell them apart? Would she give herself to the other one without even noticing the difference?

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Another weekend visit

"We seem pretty compatible. Physically," Dawn said slowly, her head resting on his chest.

"Why, thank you," he said.

"I was just wondering... how safe is what we're doing?"

"You mean, diseases?"

"That and umm... pregnancy..." she said.

"I don't think you have to worry about that. It is quite impossible."

No. There was no risk of pregnancy. Should he tell her now? Should he tell her what he was? The thought of diseases came to the front. As far as he knew, he could not infect her in any way. Not accidentally. Could the mainframe do something to her without his knowledge? Why not? He was able to think independently and apparently conceal this from the ship.

Brutus and Caesar. Jesus and Judas. They all started out as best friends. What happened? Well, if history teaches us one thing, it's that even the most powerful men can be betrayed by those they trust the most. The reason betrayal is such a predominant theme throughout history is really quite simple. Duplicity is human nature. He had never imagined he would come to live like that himself when he had said that during one of his lectures in Metropolis.

Metropolis... He had been trying not to think about it. Dawn was living in Metropolis and if the plan went horribly wrong, if there was an accident in the Luthor laboratories and the viruses were released... She was in danger. He had to get her out of Metropolis. He wished he could take her away, somewhere safe. The thought he kept pushing away broke through his firewall. There was no place on Earth safe for Dawn. She was too interesting to be left alone. Or alive. And once Zod arrived, Earth would not be safe for any humans. Could he prevent that? He had bent his programming, but could he break it completely? He had been designed to release Zod.

He looked at the beautiful, innocent woman who was looking up at him smiling. He felt the strange energy envelop him. He imagined her beautiful body dissected and analyzed by the others. Or worse, by the cleansed version of himself. No. He could not accept that. He had to find a way to save her.

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To be continued...
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