Smallville doesn't belong to me.

Driving Me Crazy

Clark entered the bullpen in a hurry; he was late - again, for the third time in almost as any many days. He looked around for Lois, wondering why she hadn't called him or sent him any texts so far. She was nowhere to be found. He sat down at his desk and finished up on the story he'd been working on when he'd had to leave yesterday morning – Oliver and the league had needed his help.

An hour later Lois still hadn't shown up and Clark was starting to worry. He'd called her but the calls went straight to voice mail, something was definitely going on. Clark went in search of Jimmy, hoping that he would have an idea where Lois was. Jimmy was nowhere to be found and his phone was off.

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Lois and Jimmy sat in his car opposite the Metropolis Court House. They'd been sitting there for over four hours.

"Lois you have to admit, your source isn't as reliable as you thought she was," Jimmy told her. He'd been saying that since she had dragged him there with a promise of getting exclusive pictures.

"Rita is reliable," Lois replied, "or she'd better be otherwise she'll pay for this."

"Can we leave now?" Jimmy asked her.

"No," Lois replied. "Rita swore to me that they were meeting at the Court House this morning." She looked at her watch, "we still have two hours and thirteen minutes before the morning ends."

"Lois," Jimmy began only to be interrupted.

"Are you seriously telling me that you would miss getting the picture every reporter is going to wish they had?"

"No," Jimmy replied.

"Then trust me," Lois told him.

Two hours and ten cups of coffee later, Vincent Ramirez and his lawyers walked out of the Court House, they'd made a deal with the DAs office and The Daily Planet was the only newspaper that was going to have the story complete with pictures.

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Clark didn't leave his desk for fear that he would miss Lois, in fact he hadn't left his desk the whole day. She walked back into the office after 5:00 p.m. after the story had been approved by Tess and sent down to the printers – Lois had been so anxious to have the story in the evening edition that she'd hijacked an office on another floor, dragging Jimmy with her and written the story, then she'd bugged Tess until she'd agreed to run it albeit with some changes, still it was going to be on the front page.

Clark was so relieved to see Lois; somehow he realized that he had missed her - there'd been no one to nag him about being late, to steal the coffee that he'd really brought for her, read his story and tell him how uninteresting it was - he wanted to take her into his arms and hold her.

Instead he heard himself say, "Were you afraid of what people would say about your new look that you decided to report for work after most of the people had left? No, let me guess, there was a White Snake Concert you couldn't miss. Or maybe a Monster Truck rally."

Lois had been on a high, she'd landed a major story. She didn't need this, not now especially not from Clark Kent. She knew her clothes were rumpled and her hair all over the place; she'd spent half the night running after Rita and then the morning in the car with Jimmy and his ABBA CDs and the afternoon getting Tess to agree to run her story.

She opened her mouth to tell him exactly how she'd spent her day and decided against it, Clark was nothing. Instead she went to her desk and took out some things and walked out.

Clark watched Lois leave the bullpen; he shouldn't have teased her especially when what he'd really wanted to do was invite her out for dinner or maybe a drink.

"Lois," he called after her. "Wait Up."

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