Dawn's Fine

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".

Explanation: This is not Dawn's first time, but she has a lot of emotional baggage to contend with, so she's still a bit shy and awkward. Technically, this is going to be Fine's first time, but he is a superior Artificial Intelligence, so he's very well informed and well build. Also, he has the advantage of being able to read Dawn's biological reactions, so he doesn't have the problem of getting the wrong signals or hesitating.

Another thing, on the show, the AI proved capable of mimicking human emotions perfectly. He was able to fool Clark, Lex, and presumably his students and his faculty colleagues. He's going to be reacting quite naturally, outwardly.

I confess, this is a rationalization for me to be able to write Dawn/(wish it were Spike)Fine action.

Sadly, this explanation is more appropriate for the next chapter. I swear this story started in my head with Dawn moaning and writhing under Spike 2.0

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

Rating: PG13 - R

Chapter 3

He noted that it had taken the girl twelve days to change the way she reacted around him. For nearly two weeks she had exhibited the same extraordinary reactions to his presence; fast heartbeat, eyes brimming with tears, nostalgic smiles, and a constant avoidance of any eye contact with him.

He decided that she had probably worked her way through the memories of a man who had obviously played an important role in her life. He used the time to brush up on teenage psychology, and soon came to the conclusion that her feelings for him were about to change drastically. She had grown up with an absentee father, then she had met a young man who turned out to be her champion, and whose face he was apparently wearing. She was programmed by her past to transfer a whole lot of intimate feelings on him.

That part of the mystery was as good as solved, but the absolutely disturbing thing was the complete lack of information about the young man in the picture. He had access to any piece of information on the planet; "classified" did not mean a thing for the Kryptonian AI. He had tried to get Dawn to talk more about the mystery man, but all he got was that his name was Spike, and he had died to save her and her sister's lives. While she was talking, he had monitored her closely, and it was only a mere suggestion of untruthfulness. He went as far as to go into her dorm room and read her diary. There were some mentions of his resemblance to Spike, but what he found interesting was the reference about her home town caving in. It took a persistent search through the deepest and darkest secrets of the American government's shadiest organizations to find the whole story. And it was quite a shock. It turned out to be just another proof that the cynical and atheist mainstream conceptions and philosophies refused to take into account unexplained phenomena. They had tried to stay clear of the term "occult" but he could read mystic fear through the lines.

The mystery presented by the Dawn Summers and her past became so engrossing that he didn't even mind that Kal-El was taking longer than expected to trust him.

Earlier that day, he was in his office with his two research assistants, and, had he been an AI from a 20th century sci-fi movie, he would've hummed delighted processing the influx of data he was gathering from his subjects.

Kal-El was talking about his findings on LutherCorp, and the AI couldn't help smirking of how difficult it was for the son of Jor-El to acquire information and make connection between them. Life on Earth had greatly shunted the young Kryptonian's innate abilities. Maybe the Earth's yellow sun had increased his physical abilities, and reduced his intelligence. He was, however, listening dutifully and analyzing his responses. His growing mistrust and hostility toward Lex Luthor was coming out in every inflexion of his otherwise fairly expressionless voice.

The moment of the silver-kryptonite test was approaching, but for the time being, the girl was proving to be a much more entertaining subject. She was definitely attracted to 'Clark Kent', just as he was well aware of her. Still, neither of them was going to act on this. He had seen this chemical reaction between males and females on Earth often enough to know precisely when they would and when they wouldn't act on it.

He still another few days before sending the meteor rock to Lana Lang, and in the meantime he could very well keep himself occupied with the girl. After he revealed his "true identity" to Kal-El he might be forced to abandon her in order to concentrate on monitoring and guiding the boy's reactions.

Therefore, he considered it a good time to ignite Dawn's suppressed feelings. He looked at her, just the way she was looking at him when she thought she was unobserved. Her eyes were drawn to him as if she could feel him watching her. When their gazes locked he could almost see the change. It felt like a small nuclear reaction. Her pheromone levels shot up so high, it almost knocked out his systems, which were calibrated for the ordinary, infinitesimal variations.

Even Kal-El, who was not paying attention to Dawn, stopped talking and looked at her, probably aware of her increased heart rate. Before the boy could say anything, he dismissed them both, pretending he had a faculty meeting.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~


He caught up with Dawn a few hours later, as she was leaving one of her classes.

"Hi. I know it's on short notice, but are you free tonight by any chance? Something's come up and I need some help.

She hesitated.

"Clark's nowhere to be found," he added, just to make her feel needed.

"Sure," she said.

"All right then. My car's over there," he told her and walked away.

She was following him in silence, but he could hear the small sigh of surrender. Temperature, hormones, heart rate – they were all going up. He was beginning to wonder how did humans manage to get over teenage. Living on campus, he had witnessed the excesses they were putting their bodies through as they were maturing. It was quite extraordinary they did not come apart.

She did not comment when he informed her that they were going to work at his apartment. He could already smell her yet faint arousal. He gripped the steering wheel tighter when his eyes swept over her knees, but other than that he made sure not to exhibit too much anticipation. She wanted him, but there was still a chance he could scare her away.

He unlocked the door, took off his jacket and walked through his living room toward the kitchen.

"You can leave your things over there," he said, pointing at a coffee table cluttered with books in the living room. "Do you want a root beer or something?" he asked as he opened the fridge.

He barely heard her follow him into the kitchen. She was moving so silently that he had an easier time following the loud thumping of her heart. This was going to be very easy. She was presenting all the biological signs that she wanted to have sex with him. Even bereft of all other senses, he could tell this just by looking at the girl. Her body language was obvious, and in his supreme self confidence, the AI wasn't thinking any less of her because she wasn't able to tell that he was not human. He was a perfect construct, for all intended purposes, he was a man. He decided to employ maximum accuracy setting of the software emulating human behavior. This would decrease his ability to analyze data, but he could always rehash the experience and study it later. Besides, even so, he would still be at least five times more adept at observing than a regular human.

He watched her enter the kitchen, apparently the picture of shyness and academic curiosity, but the pheromone level she had already reached would've clouded the mind of any man. He made sure he matched her eagerness, both hormonally and in body language. She was reacting to everything with beautiful precision. A thermal scan showed that several areas of her body were burning.

He remembered a pointless comedy he had seen during his 'human education': "The Mating Habits of the Earthbound Humans", and concluded that it was yet another example of the human's deluded superiority complex. When it came to mating, they were just as predictable as any other species.

"Soda?" he offered, making sure he kept eye contact with her.

"Um-hum," she acquiesced, unable to tear her gaze away from him.

He broke the link when he turned to get the bottle out of the fridge, allowing her to regroup. He was certain she would be unable to defy her biological imperatives. He went to pour her drink in a glass knowing she was watching him, still under the misguided impression that she could walk away from the unavoidable path in front of her. She was so tense, it was downright amusing. There was still something in her psyche telling her not to give in to temptation. His awareness of her hesitation did not in any way alter his determination to go through with the experiment.

When he offered her the glass, he made sure his fingers touched hers. She startled and let it fall to the floor. The glass smashed loudly on the tiles, causing her to jump back in shock. She stooped instantly to pick up the shards. He knelt down in front of her, and grabbed her wrists, stopping her. He brought her hands to his mouth and began kissing her fingers gently. She gasped, but did not pull away. He then turned her hands over and placed soft kisses alternatively on both her palms, all the while gazing into her eyes. Her pupils were beginning to dilate, and her eyelids were slowly dropping as if to cover a too obvious show of desire. Her breath was catching in her throat, her heart was hammering against her ribs, and he could guess that her head was spinning.

He traced the length of her index with his tongue, causing her to suddenly open her eyes wide. She fell in his smoky blue eyes, and drowned in them as he slid his tongue deep between her index and her thumb. He delicately licked and sucked the taught web. This earned him an audible, throaty moan from her.

"Oh, God," she whispered, and he knew she had understood and accepted his promise.

He stood up, and helped her to her feet.


To be continued…