A/N: Hello my lovely readers thank you ever so much for reading my stories. All suggestions, complements, constructive criticism and begging for more will be very happily received (I do so want to hear from you, you will help me become a better writer) eeek first story time…

(Wait for it) Clearly I do not own Smallville, I do not wish to have my work copy and pasted either.

(Wait for it) And now, on a happier note: I give you, ladies and gentlemen the first chapter!

Read on!

Somewhere in Metropolis at a LuthorCorp facility

"Oh my god, I cannot believe you talked me into this," Chloe said, continuing to crawl through the air conditioning ducts in one of Lex's slightly less orthodox facilities "We are going to end up in the tribute pages."

"Still better that writing them though," Lois answered back "Besides these ducts were your idea, I'm more of a disguises and accents kind of gal."

"Which way do we go, right or left?" she asked, wiping her forehead as she stopped to ask for the directions, she'd thought that these things would be a lot cooler, room temperature at it's hottest but she felt as though she were in an oven.

"There's a left?"

Chloe groaned. "We're lost?"

"We're not lost, this map is clearly wrong."

"That's even worse Lois! How did we get this far without noticing?"

"If it helps, I can say we're lost again? Or how about this for positivity, it can't really get a lot worse." That's when the alarms went off and a mechanical voice called out over the speakers: Code Red, there is an intruder in the building. Sealing off all entrances. Please remain calm and report to your nearest office. "Okay, so maybe I jinxed that one."

"Regular Sherlock Holmes you are," Chloe said. Then she stared thinking, they needed a plan, the way she saw it was: they had two options, stay in the ducts, maybe phone Clark or Ollie and hope for the best, or make a break for it and hope for the best. She didn't like hoping for the best so she needed another option. "Okay, so, here's the sort of plan. We look from the closest gutter fan thing that we can fit through and stay there for a bit; try and figure out what's going on, but we need to be really quiet, okay?"

"So basically we're making a plan to delay making any plans?" Lois asked

"Basically."

"This is going to be a really crappy non-existent article." She said as they continued to crawl, picking the tunnel to the left because it was sloping slightly downwards. Lois secretly hoped that meant it would be leading to a chute that would lead to outside and they could avoid the whole issue of plan making a plan. "Do you think they know we're in the ducts?"

"Shh, I think I hear something," Chloe whispered stopping still and putting her ear to the bottom of the duct. Trying to tune her hearing to the voices below and wishing she had Clark's super hearing. The words sounded like gibberish until:

"Does it look like I'm in the mood to deal with the idiot who accidentally hit the little red button?" That was Lex, realized Chloe.

"No sir," said another voice "But sir, this is not an accident, we have reason to believe that there has been an infiltration. We believe that the perpetrators are in the ducts Mr. Luthor. We have two options, sir, we can do an evacuation and then gas the premises, or we can do a full search in lockdown."

Search, prayed Chloe, please do the search. Then Lex said something that almost made her wish she'd been begging for option number one. "Find them, then bring them to me, level negative 3." Shit. That was the floor that technically didn't exist.

When she'd agreed to go on this mission part of the reason behind it was to make sure Lois never found that floor; she was leaving that to the JL on the weekend who were 99% certain it was a 33.1 Lab. This was really bad.

"Level Negative 3, Lex has a secret floor?" hissed Lois "This article might be good after all!"

"Yeah and it's probably the sort of place to avoid," Chloe groaned inwardly, there was no way they were getting out of here "We have to find a way out."

"That's what they'll be expecting, what we really need to do is more snooping, we'll find this secret floor, get the most intriguing front page article of the year and survive the experience! C'mon Chloe where's your journalistic curiosity? You have to be dying to know what's here?" Lois begged "Plus, we can look for an exit plan on the way."

"Fine," Chloe finally decided "Okay, we need to get out of the ducts, do the whole costumes and accents thing and turn our phones off incase they're tracking."

"That's my cuz!" Lois grinned.

Chloe took out her phone and, ignoring her own advice texted Ollie a single word "Help". Then turned off her phone hoping he'd be able to track the text. Then she and Lois began to crawl again. Texting Ollie had been pretty risky, but she knew if she'd texted Clark he would've just ran in without thinking about probably ended up stuck behind some kind of kryptonite. Running off without thinking was generally his starring tactic. Whereas Oliver's rescue plans generally consisted of back up and communication. Besides his team knew the facility they were in through and through, back to front and inside out. Finally she realized Lois was talking.

"I mean, I know it was right for us to break up, we just couldn't fix everything you know, but I still can't believe how perfect and how perfectly messed up it was at the time, you know? I feel so torn up, like half of me knows exactly what happened and the other half doesn't have a clue, you know?"

Oliver. Chloe realized, a little guiltily. That's what she was talking about.

"Found it," Chloe said, our exit's here. The lab looks empty. There will be as security feed though so put your balaclava back on."

"Ugh, ugliest things ever, plus they look ridiculous."

"Just tuck your hair in your collar and do it Lane." Chloe said, knowing she was right, the balaclavas were ridiculous, almost like wearing a cowboy hat, or a HAZMAT suit but they needed them. She swung open the filter and jumped from the duct. "Ow, ow, ow! Ground shock!"

Lois laughed swinging down so she was gripping the edge of the makeshift entrance with one hand and pulling over the filter with the other, doing the last little bit as she jumped to the floor. "Oh my god your right! Okay, we need to find the janitor's closet and make ourselves look less conspicuous." She said, walking towards the door. Chloe rolled her eyes and followed suit.

Queen Industries Metropolis Head Quarters

Oliver had just been stuck in a board meeting; it was basically a two-hour session of reminders of why he never went to these things. He looked down at his phone. 17 new messages, he scrolled down trying to find something worth reading. Then he saw it. Chloe Sullivan, 21 minutes ago, the one word "Help". Shit. Ah crap this was not good. His brain started to calculate worst-case scenarios, he could get to Watchtower in about 10 minutes, and it might take him another 10 to track where the text came from. God knows how long everything after that might take. What have you gotten yourself into Chloe? Something bad, he guessed. She'd only ask for help if she was desperate, and usually she'd go to Clark, something to do with meteor rocks then, he figured. This was looking worse and worse by the second and so; by the time he finally had tracked the message, he was almost prepared to see the address pop up to the LuthorCorp facility. This is not good he decided. He picked up the phone and called Clark, "Hey man, I was just calling to ask, have you seen Chloe?"

"Um, not really," he started a little skeptically "She and Lois were going out for a lead on some story, didn't give many details, Luther Corp related I think, they were just doing some digging so the Daily Planet maybe?"

"Oh, cool." Lois was there too, oh crap; secret identity protection today was going to be fun.

"Look I know it's not my place but are you two," Clark paused awkwardly.

"Um, oh, you mean, Lois or Chlo, no, no I'm not."

"Good because, I mean with Chloe, because that would be…"

"Wrong, bad, yeah."

"Yeah."

"No, I was just wanting to check up, cos of this League thing this weekend… You know what? I should just call her. So, I guess I'll see you round?"

"Sure thing Queen, " said Clark hanging up the phone.

Shit, thought Oliver, this is getting worse. He knew that the real problem was Chloe and Lois in what he was sure was inevitable danger, but he couldn't get that kiss out of his head, and how much of a stupid ass hat it made him. He couldn't remember it without cringing but for some reason he wanted nothing more than for it to happen again. He hit his head on the desk in front of him as he began to remember.

It had been the night Lois had broken up with him and instead of meaningless sex he'd decided to throw himself into his meaningful Green Arrow Charade. He'd picked up the phone "Chloe, can you help me out, I need you to help me steal some information from Lex."

"Sure Ollie, where should I meet you?"

"Daily Planet."

And that's what they'd done. She'd clearly known things with Lois hadn't worked out, but she steered clear of the conversation and eventually, when they were bored of fighting in the cyber world she suggested doing the thing he hadn't even realized he wanted to do; "Hey, Clark and I play a game sometimes, I walk down an alleyway, get attacked and then you catch the bad guys, it's kind of dumb but it saves us the time of actually looking for the crimes. Besides, you look like you need a bit of an ego boost." So they did that for a bit, it was fun but then Ollie had gotten punched in the face, they'd dropped the guy off at Metropolis PD and they were laughing when Chloe had realized Ollie's brow was bleeding. She'd totally freaked and it was really cute and Ollie leaned in and kissed her. For a second or two she was kissing him back and things were perfect, almost as perfect as… They both had pulled away at the same time, her hand on his chest, his on her waist "Lois" they said simultaneously.

"That was bad, really bad," he'd said "Not the kiss, you're great, it's just-"

"Yeah. Oh my god, I'm going straight to hell aren't I?"

"What about me, I'm the ass who just made out with my ex's best friend and cousin only a few hours after she broke up with me!"

"Made out? Isn't that a bit strong! No, wait you're right! What am I talking about? Oh my god we just made out. What do we do?"

"Relax Chloe, how about this, it never happened, we forget about it, this moment didn't exist and we get on with our lives, Watchtower and Green Arrow can be friends, Chloe and Oliver are acquaintances from thanksgiving at the Kent's. Simple?"

"Perfect. This didn't mean anything right?"

"Nothing," he answered.

But here he was, a month later and he still couldn't forget a second of it.

A/N: so, how did I go?