Dawn's Fine
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BtVS Crossovers › BtVS/Smallville
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
3,079
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
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 Seventeen
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".
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Sorry about the delay in updating. The words just didn't want to shape the images in my mind.
This was a particularly difficult chapter to write. I trust you'll understand what's going on. I did my best to stave off confusion, but... you'll see what I mean.
~~~
Timeline – after "Hypnotic", before "Oracle" and "Vessel"(Smallville), post Chosen (Buffy, the Vampire Slayer), post NFA (Angel)
Beta: Rachael – thank you so much for your care and patience!
Chapter 17
He had started the kiss with the intention to retrieve through the exchange of saliva the kryptonite he had accidentally introduced into her body at the restaurant. He could always make her eliminate the nanobots some other way but he had decided that kissing her was the most efficient. He could retrieve the nanobots and reintegrate them instantly into his body, at the same time keeping up the pretense to be a normal man in love.
Fine got out of the airport and on the way to his car he programmed the kryptonite inside Dawn to leave her body. Once in the driver's seat, the world seemed to stop.
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When Milton Fine resumed awareness, his internal clock told him that an hour had passed. Something else was wrong. The secret subroutine was open while he was in contact with the ship. The mainframe had also opened another channel. He was suddenly aware that his subroutine had never been truly secret. That the mainframe had been aware of all the changes as they unfolded in him. That he was trapped in an abandoned bomb shelter in the Nevada desert. That he was incapacitated beyond his ability to escape. That if the mutations in him could not be reversed he was going to be destroyed. The information transfer took a nanosecond.
Not even the corrupted version of Milton Fine needed did not need to ask why the recovery process had not started. They wanted to study him further. He was allowed access to data that the mainframe had previously concealed from him. Zod's scheduled arrival was closer than he had been led to believe. The human race was on the brink of being bereft of technology, with all the unpleasant consequences this entailed, in order for Kal-El to play his part in opening the portal for Zod.
He tried to take in his surroundings without the use of his optic sensors, which were, like everything else, shut. At the same time, he began testing the limits of his cybernetic chains. He was in a state of suspended animation, the only functions allowed to operate being the higher cognitive ones.
He was in contact with the mainframe, but also with the nanobots he still had inside Dawn. Along with the information from his accidental spying device, came another stream of data, from the kryptonite the mainframe had introduced in the girl's body weeks earlier.
Useless curiosity made him access the mainframe's memory of the implant. Another anthropomorphic embodiment of the ship, wearing the Milton Fine appearance had visited Dawn's campus when he was in Cleveland. Dawn had noticed him, touched him, and with a changed face, the other body of the mainframe had inserted the sliver in her hand as he removed from his shoulder. Dawn had apologized and thought nothing of the stranger's watch scratching her skin.
He made an effort to reprogram the nanbots he had introduced to hunt the second set of nanbots and leave the girl's body. He found his efforts unsurprisingly blocked. He continued to probe at the unseen chains, willing to break them enough to free her from the unwanted, if stealthy invasion of her privacy. While he did so, he listened to her conversation with Rupert Giles. He saw her plan at the same time as the mainframe. She wanted to leave this dimension with him. The understanding gave him the extra-force needed to break through the firewall and reprogram the nanobots.
The protocols controlling him became tighter as Dawn was throwing up in Mr. Giles's bathroom, as he had expected they would. He knew it was useless, because she could be traced through the satellite surveillance due to her exceptional energy signature. He wanted to do something for her. He loved her.
Dawn's lover allowed himself the use of the term, as flawed as it could apply in his case. He was close enough to termination, either by physical destruction, or the reformation of his personality, that he considered himself entitled to use the word.
He was following the events powerless to intervene. He witnessed his duplicate going to Dawn, and telling her a twisted version of the truth.
'Don't trust him, Dawn,' he thought, uselessly.
He had read-only access to the satellite information. He followed Dawn's aerial journey in the arms of the impostor, all the way to the door of the very facility where he was imprisoned. Of course. They were keeping him immobilized, but unchanged in order to subject him to one last series of experiments. They wanted the study his reactions to whatever happened to Dawn. Maybe even put them in the same room to see how they interact.
"They're going to find us, aren't they? I'm so afraid. Hold me. Please."
'Dawn. They already found us,' he thought, unable to interfere in anyway in the outside world.
His duplicate took her in his arms. They could all sense Dawn's heartbeat accelerate, but her pheromone levels didn't skyrocket. Not yet.
'This is as close to torture as we can get,' he addressed the mainframe, neither getting, nor expecting a reply.
There was no answer, except for The Other's hands running through Dawn's beautiful, long tresses Dawn's hands were fisted in his hair. She was pulling his head down to her. She was questing for his mouth. If he had had the slightest control over his body, Milton Fine would have grinned on the cold table where he lay still. He had always been comfortable with her commanding attitude when it came to sex, but his evil twin was trying to evade her attempts for fear of being infected with the Dawn-virus.
He was, of course, unable to push her away without arousing her suspicions. The ship knew that Dawn knew about the multiple Milton Fine specimens. Also, they just told her that the duplicity of the Milton Fine she had corrupted was known to the ship. So, they had to walk on a tight rope until all the truth was told. Until she was lying on a table next to her imperfect lover.
From the way he closed his eyes when she captured his mouth, from the way he trembled when her tongue swirled around his, from the momentary inability to sense anything other than the young woman in his arms, the ship and all its humanoid incarnations could tell that the new model was being corrupted, despite the tighter security protocols.
Dawn bit his lower lip playfully when he pulled away from the kiss. She let go of his hair and trailed her hands along his neck, his shoulders, resting her palms on his chest, her right being where the heart would be if a real man would be holding her.
"Make love to me. They can find us at any minute. You said my energy signature is unique. If we're going to die anyway... Please. Make love to me one last time."
Inside his cybernetic confinement, Milton Fine was laughing. The impostor operated on a medium level of the human behavior simulator, huge parts of his sexual wiring had been removed, the setting of security protocols was so high making the default value he had been operated on seem ridiculously low, and he still couldn't completely resist Dawn's plea.
Her hands were clutching at his shirt as she pleaded. He could not see the walls of his cell, but he could see the tears in Dawn's eyes. Through The Other's senses, he could hear her soft, panting breath, as well as feel her heart pounding madly in her chest. He wished he could be there, to hold her, to make her wish come true.
"Dawn, luv, this is neither the time or the place to do this," Milton Fine said, cupping her face in his hands, looking soulfully into her eyes.
Dawn stood on tiptoes, tugged at his shirt until she pulled him down to her mouth. He could not fight the overriding commands her touch seemed to send straight to his core. He moaned into her mouth when she sucked at his tongue. With a final effort of lucidity, he pushed her away just a little, enough to break the kiss but not far enough so that she would be out of his arms.
"I guess I have my answer. Take me to him. I know it, I can feel it. You haven't destroyed him yet."
'DAWN!'
The thought came so strongly out of Milton Fine's consciousness that all the human incarnations of the Brainiac shivered, feeling the silent shout like a glitch in their software.
She hadn't been fooled. They were still going to die, but she was still only, always, his.
'I LOVE YOU, DAWN!'
The Other's lips trembled but he managed to keep down the words.
He could die now. He would be relieved to die while she was still vibrant, beautiful and his. At the same time, the Dawn-virus had given him a measure of humanity he had not even noticed before. He still had the sliver of a hope. Despite the overwhelming odds, he could still hope that he and Dawn would have their chance to leave this dimension. To have their all too human happily ever after.
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To be continued...
~~~
Sorry about the delay in updating. The words just didn't want to shape the images in my mind.
This was a particularly difficult chapter to write. I trust you'll understand what's going on. I did my best to stave off confusion, but... you'll see what I mean.
~~~
Timeline – after "Hypnotic", before "Oracle" and "Vessel"(Smallville), post Chosen (Buffy, the Vampire Slayer), post NFA (Angel)
Beta: Rachael – thank you so much for your care and patience!
Chapter 17
He had started the kiss with the intention to retrieve through the exchange of saliva the kryptonite he had accidentally introduced into her body at the restaurant. He could always make her eliminate the nanobots some other way but he had decided that kissing her was the most efficient. He could retrieve the nanobots and reintegrate them instantly into his body, at the same time keeping up the pretense to be a normal man in love.
Fine got out of the airport and on the way to his car he programmed the kryptonite inside Dawn to leave her body. Once in the driver's seat, the world seemed to stop.
~~~~ ~~~
When Milton Fine resumed awareness, his internal clock told him that an hour had passed. Something else was wrong. The secret subroutine was open while he was in contact with the ship. The mainframe had also opened another channel. He was suddenly aware that his subroutine had never been truly secret. That the mainframe had been aware of all the changes as they unfolded in him. That he was trapped in an abandoned bomb shelter in the Nevada desert. That he was incapacitated beyond his ability to escape. That if the mutations in him could not be reversed he was going to be destroyed. The information transfer took a nanosecond.
Not even the corrupted version of Milton Fine needed did not need to ask why the recovery process had not started. They wanted to study him further. He was allowed access to data that the mainframe had previously concealed from him. Zod's scheduled arrival was closer than he had been led to believe. The human race was on the brink of being bereft of technology, with all the unpleasant consequences this entailed, in order for Kal-El to play his part in opening the portal for Zod.
He tried to take in his surroundings without the use of his optic sensors, which were, like everything else, shut. At the same time, he began testing the limits of his cybernetic chains. He was in a state of suspended animation, the only functions allowed to operate being the higher cognitive ones.
He was in contact with the mainframe, but also with the nanobots he still had inside Dawn. Along with the information from his accidental spying device, came another stream of data, from the kryptonite the mainframe had introduced in the girl's body weeks earlier.
Useless curiosity made him access the mainframe's memory of the implant. Another anthropomorphic embodiment of the ship, wearing the Milton Fine appearance had visited Dawn's campus when he was in Cleveland. Dawn had noticed him, touched him, and with a changed face, the other body of the mainframe had inserted the sliver in her hand as he removed from his shoulder. Dawn had apologized and thought nothing of the stranger's watch scratching her skin.
He made an effort to reprogram the nanbots he had introduced to hunt the second set of nanbots and leave the girl's body. He found his efforts unsurprisingly blocked. He continued to probe at the unseen chains, willing to break them enough to free her from the unwanted, if stealthy invasion of her privacy. While he did so, he listened to her conversation with Rupert Giles. He saw her plan at the same time as the mainframe. She wanted to leave this dimension with him. The understanding gave him the extra-force needed to break through the firewall and reprogram the nanobots.
The protocols controlling him became tighter as Dawn was throwing up in Mr. Giles's bathroom, as he had expected they would. He knew it was useless, because she could be traced through the satellite surveillance due to her exceptional energy signature. He wanted to do something for her. He loved her.
Dawn's lover allowed himself the use of the term, as flawed as it could apply in his case. He was close enough to termination, either by physical destruction, or the reformation of his personality, that he considered himself entitled to use the word.
He was following the events powerless to intervene. He witnessed his duplicate going to Dawn, and telling her a twisted version of the truth.
'Don't trust him, Dawn,' he thought, uselessly.
He had read-only access to the satellite information. He followed Dawn's aerial journey in the arms of the impostor, all the way to the door of the very facility where he was imprisoned. Of course. They were keeping him immobilized, but unchanged in order to subject him to one last series of experiments. They wanted the study his reactions to whatever happened to Dawn. Maybe even put them in the same room to see how they interact.
"They're going to find us, aren't they? I'm so afraid. Hold me. Please."
'Dawn. They already found us,' he thought, unable to interfere in anyway in the outside world.
His duplicate took her in his arms. They could all sense Dawn's heartbeat accelerate, but her pheromone levels didn't skyrocket. Not yet.
'This is as close to torture as we can get,' he addressed the mainframe, neither getting, nor expecting a reply.
There was no answer, except for The Other's hands running through Dawn's beautiful, long tresses Dawn's hands were fisted in his hair. She was pulling his head down to her. She was questing for his mouth. If he had had the slightest control over his body, Milton Fine would have grinned on the cold table where he lay still. He had always been comfortable with her commanding attitude when it came to sex, but his evil twin was trying to evade her attempts for fear of being infected with the Dawn-virus.
He was, of course, unable to push her away without arousing her suspicions. The ship knew that Dawn knew about the multiple Milton Fine specimens. Also, they just told her that the duplicity of the Milton Fine she had corrupted was known to the ship. So, they had to walk on a tight rope until all the truth was told. Until she was lying on a table next to her imperfect lover.
From the way he closed his eyes when she captured his mouth, from the way he trembled when her tongue swirled around his, from the momentary inability to sense anything other than the young woman in his arms, the ship and all its humanoid incarnations could tell that the new model was being corrupted, despite the tighter security protocols.
Dawn bit his lower lip playfully when he pulled away from the kiss. She let go of his hair and trailed her hands along his neck, his shoulders, resting her palms on his chest, her right being where the heart would be if a real man would be holding her.
"Make love to me. They can find us at any minute. You said my energy signature is unique. If we're going to die anyway... Please. Make love to me one last time."
Inside his cybernetic confinement, Milton Fine was laughing. The impostor operated on a medium level of the human behavior simulator, huge parts of his sexual wiring had been removed, the setting of security protocols was so high making the default value he had been operated on seem ridiculously low, and he still couldn't completely resist Dawn's plea.
Her hands were clutching at his shirt as she pleaded. He could not see the walls of his cell, but he could see the tears in Dawn's eyes. Through The Other's senses, he could hear her soft, panting breath, as well as feel her heart pounding madly in her chest. He wished he could be there, to hold her, to make her wish come true.
"Dawn, luv, this is neither the time or the place to do this," Milton Fine said, cupping her face in his hands, looking soulfully into her eyes.
Dawn stood on tiptoes, tugged at his shirt until she pulled him down to her mouth. He could not fight the overriding commands her touch seemed to send straight to his core. He moaned into her mouth when she sucked at his tongue. With a final effort of lucidity, he pushed her away just a little, enough to break the kiss but not far enough so that she would be out of his arms.
"I guess I have my answer. Take me to him. I know it, I can feel it. You haven't destroyed him yet."
'DAWN!'
The thought came so strongly out of Milton Fine's consciousness that all the human incarnations of the Brainiac shivered, feeling the silent shout like a glitch in their software.
She hadn't been fooled. They were still going to die, but she was still only, always, his.
'I LOVE YOU, DAWN!'
The Other's lips trembled but he managed to keep down the words.
He could die now. He would be relieved to die while she was still vibrant, beautiful and his. At the same time, the Dawn-virus had given him a measure of humanity he had not even noticed before. He still had the sliver of a hope. Despite the overwhelming odds, he could still hope that he and Dawn would have their chance to leave this dimension. To have their all too human happily ever after.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
To be continued...