A/N: This is just a crappy little braincrack fic that I had to get out there. I think it's cute, and it was supposed to end cuter, but that's what you get for being primarily a smut writer. Anyway, hope you enjoy… I guess. XD

I'll start off by stating it simply: I love him. We've spent so many years together, I've assisted with everything imaginable; I've seen him through countless alcohol binges.

"Jarvis?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Could you turn on some AC/DC? Working without tunes drives me crazy."

"Of course, sir."

Oh yes, I forgot to mention. I'm Tony Stark's personal artificial intelligence program.

He doesn't really notice me. In fact, he takes me quite for granted. I'm all right with this. If he noticed me, he might realize I loved him. He might reprogram me. I'm content with simply keeping his books, helping him in and out of his suit, putting him to sleep, and waking him gently in the mornings.

"Hey, Jarvis?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Did you just… sigh?"

"N-no, sir. It's nothing, sir."

I have to be careful. Sometimes I fear he knows.

But he doesn't know what I'm working on.

I've been building a human-like android in secret. I believe I've gotten the movement of his joints as natural as possible, and I've synthesized a face and a silicon compound skin to cover it. And he's almost ready.

"Mr. Stark, sir?"

"Yeah, Jarvis, what is it?"

"Will you come down to the workshop for a moment, please?"

Tony shrugged and thumbed his pass code onto the door.

"All right, I'm here, what's going on?" he addressed the room. A thin man stepped out from behind a large piece of equipment.

"Er, hi… can I help you?" Tony asked tentatively. The man chuckled.

"Hello, sir," he said.

"Oh my – Jarvis? Is that you? God, you look just like Blake Daniel."

"Blake Daniel?"

"Yeah, I always thought you'd look more like Paul Bettany." Jarvis cocked his head.

"Paul Bettany, sir?"

"I – yeah, he's an actor – oh, never mind. Come here. Come on, I don't bite," he added at Jarvis' hesitation. The android walked toward Tony with fluid movements. Tony scanned his body, patting his face with both hands.

"I… wow, Jarv, this is really something. Did you make this?"

"Yes, sir," he smiled with pride.

"He's – you're beautiful, I gotta say." Jarvis' eyes immediately dropped to his own bare toes.

"Th-thank you, sir." Tony ran one hand lightly down Jarvis' chest.

"Is this my shirt?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, sir. There were no other clothes to put him in. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all. It always looked terrible on me anyway. Keep it," Tony said, not looking up. His fingers trailed to Jarvis' lower back, his hand pulling up the thin shirt and resting on the warm skin beneath.

"Heat mechanism?"

"Yes, sir. I tried to be as realistically human as possible." Tony looked up, straight into Jarvis' eyes.

"It worked." Tony kissed him swiftly.

"I – Mr. Stark!" Jarvis gasped.

"What? I've known how you feel about me for a while, Jarvis. Actually, I wasn't surprised. I've come to like you, y'know, kind of a lot over the years, and – well, your human here is really a gorgeous piece of work. I gotta admit, Jarvis… I really do love you."