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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.

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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".

Beta: Charlotte Dhark

Timeline � Between "Arrival" and "Splinter" (Smallville), post Chosen (Buffy, the Vampire Slayer), post NFA (Angel)

The lines written in Italics are actual lines from "Splinter"

Chapter 7

He walked into the classroom with a vague smile on his face. He had delivered the silvery Kryptonite to Lana Lang's dorm a few hours earlier when Kal-El was visiting. The rock was part of him, just as he was part of the ship. And apart from its effect on Kal-El's brain, it also worked as a transmitter. He was permanently aware of anything that happened around it, and once the splinter entered the young man's body he would be able to monitor him more accurately than ever before.
Dawn was sitting at her regular place, and although she didn't look up when he entered, he registered a sudden spike in her readings. His gaze lingered on her longer than it should have, but he knew that his students were too wrapped up in their own lives to notice.
He replayed scenes of their weekend together in his mind and amused himself by using from time to time a certain tone of his voice, or a particular choice of words that would elicit an intense reaction from Dawn. Even from that distance, he was playing on the strings of Dawn's senses like a virtuoso violinist. He classified her as the least annoying human he had met.
It was rather surprising that he could captivate the girl in such a subjective area as human sexuality. He mused that for him, the whole attraction of sex was the infinite variety. He could reach the same result taking various paths. Humans were having fun fumbling blindly, and doing a lot of guesswork, but he had studied his subject enough to know perfectly her pleasure and pain thresholds; plus, he could sense her smallest reaction and adjust his behavior accordingly. Within those known parameters, he could create beautiful and intricate algorithms that would always bring her to the fleeting moments of perfect happiness so sought after by humans.
Dawn was among the first to leave his classroom, and he toyed with the idea of sending her a note to meet him for their research project. He decided against it when 'Clark Kent' hurried toward him.
"Clark, I was wondering if you've forgotten about me. Is everything all right?"
"No. Chloe's in on it, too. So are my parents."
"In on what?"
He was actually enjoying this. It was so easy to lie to someone who already had secrets to hide. He played the part of the concerned teacher perfectly opposite Kal-El's frantic attempts to get a grip on the rapidly deteriorating situation.
"I had a class but you weren't in it," Prof. Fine said.
The plan was of a supreme elegance, cut the boy him off from everyone he had learned to trust on Earth, and bond with him, presumably the only other Kryptonian on the planet. Earlier that day he had planted the suggestion in his mind, "we're in this together".
"Look, Clark, I've got a faculty meeting right now, but why don't you wait for me, in my office, and I'll make an excuse. I'll be right back. Clark, whatever is happening, we're in this together.
He patted him on the shoulder and as he walked away, he couldn't prevent the spread of an arrogant smirk on his face. The plan was going to work flawlessly.
When the Braniac had first computed the scenario the most important question had been at what point should he reveal his 'true' identity to Kal-El. After his experiment with Dawn, he decided that the best moment to intervene would be when Kal-El's paranoid hallucinations would turn him against the woman he loved.
The Braniac went through the rest of the day functioning on three levels simultaneously. Part of him followed Kal-El, waiting for his cue to make his entrance, another part was considering the Dawn project, and only a small part was taking care of the daily routine.
He had to take a decision how to handle Dawn. He had considered wiping her memory of any remnants of their extracurricular activities. When she had said 'make me forget' he had almost decided to do just that.
That particular course of action was no longer acceptable. He had to find out more about the world she had come from. She was the key into that world, and he had to cultivate her trust. Their weekend together, along with the fortunate, yet astounding coincidence of being created in the image of a man she had loved had already tied her strongly to him.
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Later that day...

Kal-El was losing his last shred of trust. His hands were around Lana's throat.
"Clark, you don't wanna do that. Trust me."
He poured all the necessary words in their short conversation.
"I'm your friend."
"I'm a Kryptonian. Just like you."
"You'll be all right now, Kal-El."
He took back the sliver of himself that had traveled through Kal-El's body, and waited patiently for the boy to settle his shaken relationships and retire in the solitude of his loft.
"Professor Fine..."
"How are you feeling, Kal-El?"
(...)
"Why are you here?"
"To stop what's coming. And to help you walk the path of a true Kryptonian."
"So I can be superior? No, thanks."
The boy was such a fool. Maybe he couldn�t be blamed, since his mind had been molded by humans from the very beginning.
"Why do you continue to trust humans? More than your own people."
"Just going off with what I've seen."
"Maybe you need to look closer," he dripped the doubt in the boy's mind again.
"Why didn't you just tell me who you really were? Instead of posing as my professor this whole time."
This question could not be passed off as a result of the boy's upbringing. But he could not afford to show his exasperation, so he explained the obvious.
"Why do you keep your identity a secret even from the woman you love? You've been on this planet many years, Kal-El. I had to observe you before revealing myself to determine just how much you've been influenced by these... humans."
"You say human like it's a bad thing."
The boy had noticed. And took offence. He really didn't understand the Kryptonians' superiority. He was going to find a way around the boy's loyalty.
"Just going with what I've seen. This race shows promise. But at this point in history they're still duplicitous by their very nature. Even the ones you think you love can't be trusted."
He was trying to breach the boy's allegiance. He had directed the comment to Clark's feelings for Lana Lang, but he made the parallel of Dawn's feelings for him. She was falling in love with him. And he was most certainly not trustworthy. Not for a human.
"You don't know anything about this race. Yeah, they can be petty, and dishonest, and betray each other over nothing. But they can also be honest, and loyal, and they would give up everything to protect someone they love. Even if they were from another planet."
"Kal-El," he said, softly, half disappointed, half impressed.
He thought about Dawn again. He was never going to reveal to her what he was, but he couldn't help wondering if she could accept it. If she would still love him, if she would do anything to protect him.
"My name is Clark. And I'll always believe in my friends and my family."
There it was. 'Clark' would never truly trust him over his human entourage. Never over his human family. That was the lever then. He would do whatever it took to protect his family. Like Dawn's friend, Spike, this boy would do anything to protect his family. He would do unwittingly what he would never be persuaded to do.
"I sincerely hope your trust hasn't been misplaced. You know where to find me when you�re ready to accept the truth."
He laid the foundations for the second assault, and left.
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The human incarnation of the Braniac drove back to Metropolis, his concentration again split between 'Clark' and Dawn. He began developing the new plan. He would infect someone close to Clark with a blatantly Kryptonian disease, and then suggest to Clark that it was the result of Jor-El's bargain. The boy would see that the only option he had, was to destroy the Fortress of Solitude, thus opening the portal for General Zod's return.
Once this plan succeeded, he had to devise a plan to make Dawn leave Metropolis, and take him along. The ship contained enough material to create other human forms, and only one of them had to be with Dawn to gather data.
He stopped the car in front of a florist shop. He chose a dozen of beautiful white roses, and added a small thorn created from his own body so that he could track her at all times. The nanobots were not meant to alter Dawn's mind in any way, though their programming could always be altered from a distance.
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He felt the splinter prick Dawn's finger. He was aware of it the same way he had been aware of the one in Kal-El. He smiled, looking forward to the next time he would touch Dawn again, eager to feel her responses from the inside.
He thought back at Clark's passionate plea in favor of mankind. "...they would give up everything to protect someone they love. Even if they were from another planet..."
He had to put that to a test. He could always erase her memory after the experiment.
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To be continued...
- 6
- 7
- 8
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