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Dawn's Fine	By : abra Category: BtVS Crossovers > BtVS/Smallville Views: 2832 -:- 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.

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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". The sci fi show Dawn thinks of is Stargate SG1.

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

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Chapter 14
"I don't think you have to worry about that. It is quite impossible."

His words kept ringing in her ears all the way back to Metropolis. Dawn had not given motherhood much thought, but his calm and definitive statement that it was impossible was causing her pain. She was too young to think about having children � hell, she was technically seven years old if she counted in 'monk years' � but then again, her unusual life made age seem a very unreliable standard on which to base her decisions.

She could always pop out of existence like a soap bubble, just as she had appeared. A child would be a mark on this world. A sign that she had existed. And a child with him would be a testament of their love.

Impossible. He had said it was impossible. Not just on short term. Impossible meant never.

She reached for the phone. She already missed him. She dialed.

"Hi. Did you get home OK?" he asked.

"Yes. I miss you."

"Miss you, too, luv."

"Don't do the accent," she said without conviction. It didn't really bother her. She rarely saw Spike in him anymore.

"Come back," he said.

"I can't. You could come to Metropolis," she said.

"Can't show my face around there," he said.

She was about to suggest that he could wear somebody else's face, but she remembered in time that the others were always listening. A civilization capable of space travel had to have a level of technology far superior to Earth's. She believed him when he said they could hear and see everything. She hadn't even written in her diary about him being an alien.

"I'll be there on Friday evening again," she said instead.

"It seems longer each week."

"For me, too. Make sure you're free during my spring break. I want you all to myself."

She heard the low growl at the other end of the line. It went through her like a lightening strike.

"I'm all yours," he said.
His voice sounded husky. Could he be turned on just by her words? She had a lot of fantasies she wanted to play out with him during the spring break sex marathon, but could he imagine that from her short sentence.

Impossible. The thought came back again. It was impossible for them to have children. Could she even have children? The monks had apparently created her completely, perfectly, ordinarily human. No. She couldn't even be sure of that. She was, after all, Buffy's warped clone. Buffy's lesser copy.

She had to tell him about her key-ness. But how? Hey, he had broken the news to her that he was an alien long after they had met and had sex. After she had fallen in love with him. Yes, he could take the news. The real problem was when she could tell him. The other aliens did not seem friendly. She had sensed he was afraid of them. She could guess that he was afraid for her, not for himself.

Her mind drifted back to the spring break. Maybe they would have so much sex that the damn surveillance would be jammed for long enough for them to talk.

Dawn's hand slid between her legs. She was still a little sore from the weekend's wild sex, but only the thought of having a week to melt under his touches made her hot again. She imagined his fingers exploring her wetness. Missing him made her ache. She sped up the tempo and climaxed. It was a rather unsatisfying orgasm. She wished to be nestled in his arms, and vibrate gently against his body.

~~~~~~~~~

The next day

Dawn walked out of the building, shielding her eyes from the bright sunlight. It was still Monday. The lecture had been so long and boring that days seemed to have gone past. She felt the edges of her cell phone through her bag. No. She was not going to call him. She missed him terribly, but a phone call was not going to make Friday come any sooner.

Her next class started in half an hour. She was walking distractedly to building where her seminar on Renaissance painting was held. She caught a glimpse of him through the throng of students. Her heart leaped and she hurried toward him. She put a hand on his shoulder, smiling and blushing.

"Hey," she said and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him when the man turned his face toward her.

Dawn drew back startled and embarrassed. It wasn't him. She had just accosted a perfect stranger. He put his hand on hers, removing it from his shoulder. The metallic wristband of his watch scratched her as he did so.

"I'm s-sorry," she stuttered. "I thought you were someone else."

She walked away hurriedly, her face red hot. She was in love. She really was in love if she saw him even when he wasn't there.

But she had been so sure it was him...

~~~~~~~~~

Spring break

Dawn felt boneless. How did he manage to get her out of her skin like that?

He gave her the assurance that they were completely alone. She drew in a deep breath. Let it out. Inhaled again. She couldn't bring herself to tell him, and the clock was ticking. She had assumed that something in her nature, her real nature, was interfering with the surveillance devices. Apparently, it only worked when she was transported beyond the limits of her physical form through the pleasure he was causing.

"I have to tell you something," she blurted.

"Anything," he said, twirling a long ringlet of hair around his finger.

"You know how you're not really human..." she began awkwardly. "Well, I'm... I don't know what I really am. I was given human form by a order of monks who were supposed to keep me hidden from someone who wanted to use me for her own purposes thus destroying this world."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand."

"It's complicated. I never got the full story myself. A few years ago I found out that I'm some sort of key that opens portals between dimensions. The Key was supposed to be protected by a order of monks, but when they felt they couldn't do the job anymore because a bitch-goddess from hell wanted to get her hands on me, they gave me a human form � this human form � created from Buffy's blood, so she'd feel bond to me and protect me. It worked..."

"You're not human?" he asked incredulously.

"Not originally. I'm completely human now."

"How much do you remember from before you became human?"

"Nothing," she said shrugging.

"So you don't know what shape you were?"

Dawn looked at him dubiously. She didn't really expect him to be shocked or disgusted, but something was off.

"I understand I was a greenish energy blob. Why? Does it matter to you?"

He looked at her for a while. He had such a serious expression that Dawn started to fear that she had been too optimistic about his reaction.

"You shouldn't have told me," he said quietly.

"What?!" she exploded. "You bastard!" she screamed and bolted out of bed.

Her eyes welled up with tears. She grabbed her clothes, shoes and purse and lunged for the door. She had her hand on the doorknob when she felt his arm around her waist. Just his arm. He hadn't moved from the bed. He picked her up and brought her back to bed.

"What do you think you are? Mr. Fantastic?" she said angrily.

"Dawn, sweetie, baby, love, you misunderstood me."

"Misunderstood? You just said that..."

"You shouldn't have told me," he completed her sentence.
She tried to break free from his grip, but both his arms were wrapped unbearably tight around her. He rained kisses on her face. She shook her head wildly trying to escape the tender onslaught. His lips touched her cheeks, her eyes, her lips, her nose, her chin, anything he could reach. She felt the tears sliding on her cheeks despite her efforts to hold them back. When she struggled harder to get away, he pushed her into the mattress, immobilizing her with the weight of his body. He pinned her head to the bed by putting his forearms on her hair. He leaned to kiss her and when she tried to move her head aside to avoid him the sharp pain renewed her tears. She resigned herself to inactivity. He latched his mouth to hers and did not break the kiss until she became a willing, even eager participant.

"Feeling better now?" he asked while Dawn panted for air.

She grimaced and renewed her efforts to get away. She ignored the pain of her hair being pulled out of its roots.

"Hear me out. Please."

Dawn tried to relax. He wasn't leaving her much choice anyway.
"You shouldn't have told me, because if I know, the others know, too. It's not just surveillance. I am a part of them. I haven't been completely honest with you when I let you believe I'm an alien. I was created by an alien race. I am a form of artificial intelligence. I'm part of a... supercomputer, would be the nearest human term."

She was speechless. He was a what? Supercomputer? Like... a machine? Then again, what did that change? A machine didn't have any feelings. But that was an Earth conception. He was so human... maybe he... Her head was spinning with questions.

"Artificial intelligence," she repeated. "You must be very advanced."

"Yes."

"I have so many questions..." she said, looking at him intently, trying to see if there was anything she had missed before, any signs that he wasn't a real boy.

"Let me answer some of them. I got close to you because I saw in your clipboard a picture of Spike. My human appearance was based on a daguerreotype of William Pratt. The coincidence was striking. Then I went further in our relationship as an experiment in human nature."
Dawn felt his words like stabs through her heart. He went on.
"This relationship was never supposed to happen. But there was always more to learn from you. Sunnydale and hell, which turned out to be a closed portal to another dimension. Then I found out that the demons, as you call them, have energy signatures that can be traced to the dimension they originate from, and than there was you. Your energy signature is so complex... but of course, now I understand why."

"So that's why you hanged around..." she said.

"No. Those were the reasons I was allowed to stay. I stayed because I did not want to leave you. I do not understand how, but the contact with you changed me. It gave me a separate identity. I was one with the Brain Interactive Construct, but after we made love, I was left alone. At first, it had been only for a few minutes, then longer and longer. And I... evolved. I have an IQ the size of a planet and I can't make you understand what you've done for me. You gave me self awareness."

Dawn was trying to understand. She knew very little about artificial intelligence, and she was sure that not even the smartest people on Earth who were on the cutting edge of AI research could not fully understand him.

"The problem is that what you told me puts you in danger. You've always been in danger since we met, but if you're the Key, there is no way it will let you go. And your energy signature is so unique, you can be traced anywhere through the satellite. I have no way to protect you."

"If I'm the Key? You know about the Key?"

"There's no data about it. Only an old story. Thousands of years ago, that's millions of years ago for Earth, a scientist was able to discover a way to blur the edges between dimensions, to create portals through them. I don't know any more than this. There were no documents left, no remains of his experiments. It's not even known what happened to the scientist."

"And you think that's me?"

"The Key was described as rippling green energy. It's... you're priceless. They will never leave you alone. Once Zod gets here... I cannot win against the mainframe."
He sounded so despondent that Dawn's fear was turning to terror.

"We don't have to do anything about it right now, do we? I mean, they didn't hear this conversation," she said, her voice trembling with barely contained fear.
"No. We're safe for now."

His voice was not reassuring. Dawn wondered if he was acting worried. She remembered a discussion on some science fiction show about what constitutes sentient life form: consciousness, self awareness, the ability to think independently, and fear of death.
They made love all through the day. Wordlessly. Trying to keep away the dark future.

~~~~~~~~~~
To be continued...
- 13
- 14
- 15
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