A/N: Thanks for the reviews! And in reference to Dylboyslim's question of pairing Oliver with Dinah or Chloe, as much as I love Oliver/Chloe, I think I'm going to stick with background Oliver/Dinah and maybe some Chloe/Bart (although it pains me to have to choose between them, I think it fits better for the story). And I hope you enjoy Lois and Clark in this!

Disclaimer: I wouldn't bet my life that I own anything but the plot and neither should you.


Lois's thoughts had strayed to the Blur and when she was going to hear from him again when her partner walked in. She leapt to her feet and attacked the coffee in his hand, nearly running over the shorter man he was talking to.

"Careful, Lois, you might trample someone someday. We don't want any casualties just because I was late bringing you coffee," Clark grinned at her.

"I can see the headline now: Man Trampled by Crazed Caffeine Addict Suffering Withdrawal," Clark's companion joked.

They laughed as Lois finished a long drink of the sweet concoction. Yummm, the longer he's gone, the better the coffee. He must have gone to that place across town for it to be so good and him to be gone so long. Finally acknowledging that there was more to life than coffee, she pointedly asked, "Are you going to introduce us or is he not important enough?"

"Hi, I'm Bart, Bart Allen. I'm very important. In fact, I'm the fastest man alive," he said with a cheesy smile.

"Yeah, and I'm the Blur," Lois replied, focusing on her coffee again and missing the slightly horrified look Clark gave Bart at his bold statement and the barely concealed smirk Bart returned.

"I'm faster than Clark anyway and that's what really matters."

Clark just rolled his eyes at this and turned back to Lois.

"Do you mind if Bart hangs around here for a bit? I ran into him when I was getting you coffee and he mentioned that he wanted to check out where I work."

"More like who you work with," Bart added. He snuck a glance at Lois appreciatively.

"You never said your partner was so hot!"

"Thanks, but I'm not interested, even if you are the fastest man alive. He can stay, I'm just finishing up an article about the chief of police," Lois replied to the two men, trying hard not to think about how the man she was interested in was now smiling happily at her, saying, "Thanks, I promise we won't bother you."

I'll bet he has no idea what that smile does to me, the naïve, oblivious, farm boy. She studiously ignored the fact that her brain was now pointing out every which way he was a man not a boy.

They sat around chatting for a while, Bart trying, unsuccessfully, to hit on Lois every once in a while. After another spectacular failure, Bart whined, "I miss Chloelicious. At least she gives me some hope."

"You know Chloe?" Lois asked, surprised.

"Bart came to Smallville once before you arrived and drops in every now and again to annoy everyone and flirt with any girl he sees," Clark explained, leaning back in his chair.

"Clark here helped me see the error of my ways and led me out of a life of crime on the streets and into a better life! He is truly my hero!" Bart cried dramatically, putting a hand on his heart.

Lois chuckled as Clark blushed slightly, excused them, and pulled Bart into the stairwell. The same stairwell where Dinah and Oliver were - now there's an idea. She casually walked over to the coffee station under the pretense of getting more sugar for her coffee and arrived in time to hear Clark grumble, "Can you just not talk like that in front of her, it's embarrassing."

"Fine, but you owe me one. Oh, and I didn't tell you earlier because of all the fun but Chloe told me to remind you not to forget about dinner tonight," Bart laughed.

"I haven't forgotten. How could I when every time I go to Watchtower that's all I hear about?"

"Dude, c'mon, the original team together in one place not on a mission, how often does that happen?"

Watchtower? Team? Missions? Is Clark part of a secret organization or something? Is this the secret he's been keeping?

"Yeah, it has been a while since everyone got together," Clark said and by his tone Lois could tell he was smiling one of those wistful, happy smiles of his that made her heart speed up.

He continued, "Do you remember when we first met and I chased you to the lake but you got away, do you think you could help me do that too?"

"Yeah, definitely. I thought you already could do that though."

"I tried it once or twice but I think I psyched myself out. So now I just swim or jump or find another way around on land. It takes less time than a plane but I get soaking wet."

Where on earth was he going where swimming is faster than flying? And how exactly could Bart help him? It wasn't like he could walk on water, Loisthought.

"Can't you just dry yourself off? You know, with your psssh psssh?"

Clark didn't answer but Lois didn't need to hear him to know he was giving Bart his "I am a mature adult how am I friends with such a child" look.

"Did I say I wouldn't help you? No, so chill. The best place to learn is the ocean, so which coast are we going to visit? I'm partial to Florida, as you know."

"Fine, Florida it is, but no randomly picking up women. This is business, not pleasure."

"You sure know how to take the fun out of everything, Stretch. Alright, I won't hit on any women while I'm teaching you this very basic skill." Lois could practically hear Bart roll his eyes.

"Can we go in an hour and a half? That's usually when I go get lunch. It shouldn't take longer than twenty minutes to practice and then we can get your favorite Mexican food. We can bring it back here since I'm sure Lois will want us to pick her up some."

"Alright! Lunch is on me! Just let me make sure that Bossman put more money in my food account."

"How on earth did you manage to convince Oliver that you needed a food account?" Clark laughed.

"Well I'm not much use without energy, so Chloe helped me talk him into giving me a budget for the safety of the team. She can talk us into anything, can't she? Speaking of women who have League members wrapped around their fingers, why haven't you asked Lois out yet?"

Lois nearly choked her coffee at the question and had to hold in her laughter when she heard her partner spluttering and coughing too.

"You ok there, CK?" Bart asked innocently.

"Fine, and I am not wrapped around Lois's finger," Clark replied indignantly, still coughing slightly.

"Can I ask her out then?"

"No!"

"So no one else can date her, you get her coffee, buy her lunch, drop everything and run to save her all the time-"

Hey, Lois protested silently, I don't get into that much trouble and how often does he even help?

"-Get all day dreamy when someone mentions her, and can't keep your eyes off her and you want me to believe that you still have some control?"

Smallville can't keep his eyes off me? No! That is not what's important here! What's important is how over-protective and useless he can be. And he's like that for everyone. Besides he might like me but he's still not over Lana and I'm not going to be the rebound. Lois forced her mind back to the conversation.

"Yes?" His answer came out more of a question than a statement.

"Ok then, whatever helps you sleep at night."

Lois heard footsteps and rushed back to her chair, pretending she was thoroughly engrossed in research when the two men came back into the room.

So Dinah is Black Canary, Oliver knows who the Blur is, and Smallville's part of a secret team with Oliver and Chloe and this Bart person. This day just keeps getting weirder.

"Lois?" Clark's voice pulled her out of her musings.

"Huh? What?"

"I was just asking if you wanted us to bring you back Mexican food in a couple hours or so."

"Yeah, Mexican's fine," she mumbled, still distracted. Something's going on, there's a story here. I just need to put it together.

"Lois are you sure you're ok? You look like you're obsessing over a story, but we haven't had a big lead in a while. I know it's been a slow news week but please don't go looking for trouble," Clark pleaded.

"I'm just trying to figure out more about the Blur, ok? Nothing dangerous, so don't have a cow, Smallville."

Oops, I didn't mean to tell him that. Damn his puppy dog eyes!

"Nothing dangerous? Really? Every bad guy out there wants him off the streets or dead and you want to learn his biggest secrets and paint another target on your back?"

It was extremely distracting, and not to mention entertaining, how high his voice could go when he was lecturing her. She was tempted to let out a snicker just to rile him up some more, but didn't think his vocal cords would appreciate the further stress it would cause.

See Bart? He's just a worrier. It's not cause he's bone deep in love with me. That's just Smallville for you.

"It's none of your business what he does anyway, Smallville. And don't you think I might be able to help him if I knew who he was? It's not that far-fetched. Now stop bothering me, I need to think."

With that, she turned her chair around and went back to making a mental list of everything she knew about the mysterious hero, leaving Clark gaping and Bart sniggering.