"Smallville! You are so gunna pay for that!"

Lois Lane, covered head-to-toe in flour, bounded out of the kitchen and into the hallway chasing after a certain farm-boy with a mischievous grin dominating his features. The pair ran into the living room, each situating themselves on either side of the couch, circling slowly. Clark kept in step with Lois, making sure that he was opposite her with the couch between them. In his eyes, safe.

Oh how wrong he was.

Impulsively, Lois pounced over the couch and landed right on top of Clark, straddling him.

"You are in so much trouble." Lois looked down at him, her hazel eyes instantly meeting with his emerald ones.

"It was an accident, the flour just slipped." Clark tried.

Lois raised an eyebrow. "From the other side of the kitchen?"

Clark just grinned, before reaching up to brush some of the white powder off of Lois' cheek. The reporters leaned closer to each other, their lips meeting as the argument was tossed aside. They shifted positions so that they were both sat up, pressing up against each other so that the flour smudged against Clark's dark blue shirt. Their kiss became more heated, and soon the shirt was discarded into some other part of the room. Lois reached down to Clark's belt buckle, but Clark's eyes flew wide open and he broke away by standing up suddenly. Lois slid to the floor with a small thump and looked up at him questionably.

"I just remembered... I have to call Oliver about those murders in Metropolis..." Clark grabbed his shirt and disappeared into the hallway, while Lois fell onto her back, frustrated.

The familiar chords of Whitesnake sounded throughout the room and Lois took out her cellphone to see Chloe's name flashing up on the screen.

"Hey Chlo. What's up?" She tried to sound like her normal self, not wanting to discuss yet another aggravating incident between her and Clark.

"Lois, are you at the farm?"

"Yeah, wh-"

"You have to get outta there now. Get Clark to super-speed you to Oliver's apartment. Don't go anywhere else, don't got to your apartment or even mine. Just get Clark to take you here now. I'll explain more when you get here."

"Chloe, what's go-" The line went dead. "-ing on?" Lois slowly put her phone into her pocket.

"Who was that?" She turned to see Clark behind her, a curious look in his eyes.

She stood up before answering, "Chloe wants you to blur us over to Oliver's apartment. It sounds important."

"Okay, I guess we'd better go then." Clark walked over to Lois and picked her up, not looking directly into her eyes. A rush of wind later, they were in the clock tower and Lois was being released again.

Two blonds stood in the room and they instantly turned when they felt the familiar whoosh of Clark's entrance. "Thank God you two are okay!" Chloe said as she rushed over to them, hugging them simultaneously.

Lois shot her cousin a look. "Chlo, what's going on?"

The reporters waited as an exchange of glances between their friends confirmed that they were going to be told something that they wouldn't like one bit.

"Guys, it's Harry Wright. He's escaped." Oliver began. "And he's got a band of mentally unstable meteor infected criminals to help him."

Clark thought that he knew the answer, but knew that he had to ask. "Help him with what exactly?"

Oliver went over to his desk and got a tattered, leather-bound, notebook. Clark took it from him and wiped away some of the dust that covered its surface. Blocked across its front were thick biro letters spelling out eight words that were certainly not good.

Lois Lane
Clark Kent
I will have Revenge

A/N: Okay here's the first chapter of the sequel to Friends First. I hope you guys like it. Just so everyone knows, school is back, so updating is really hard at the moment, but I will try my best. Please Review!