Clark reluctantly sat in the passenger seat of Lois' ford fusion, since Lois would never bring herself to let Clark take the driving seat in any situation. It was one of those things that made Lois, Lois.

"So, we're going to go into the building, and you can create a distraction, while I sneak in and interview the bodyguard. You got that Smallville?"

"Yeah, right. Like I'm going to let you anywhere near a mentally unstable murderer." Clark blushed, realizing that he was being overprotective in a boyfriend kind of way.

"Are you going to be worried about little old me? Gosh Clark, you'd think that you actually care about me." Lois retorted sarcastically. "Now, if I'm not going to see the source by myself, how are we going to get two of us in unnoticed?"

Clark thought for a moment, then had an idea. "Well..."

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"God! I feel stupid! Clark, this was a bad idea!" Lois walked down the busy corridor of the Mental Institute wearing a white coat and a blond wig while Clark supported similar attire, only he wore a pair of thick-framed glasses instead of a wig.

"Stop complaining Lois, we got in didn't we? Besides, you're going to blow our cover!"

"I still say that I'm better at the whole cover-inventing thing."

Lois always has to have the last say, doesn't she.

The reporters soon found a record room, and, after breaking in, they sifted through the files, looking for their source.

"I found him: Ewan Wilson, Aged 28, Room 258, Admitted after being found guilty of murder under the plea of insanity!" Lois took the bulging file and placed it in her shoulder bag, which was hidden under her doctor disguise.

They were just about to leave, when someone appeared on the other side of the door. "Oh crap! They're coming in! What shall we do?" Lois looked desperately at Clark, who, upon remembering a similar situation a few years ago, thought of a solution.

He quickly pushed Lois against the nearest cabinet and pressed his mouth against hers. A mixture of shock and well, more shock overtook Lois as she struggled to comprehend the situation. What the hell was happening? And why the hell was she kissing him back? Damn hormones!

"Umm... Excuse me?" a rather stunned-looking man was stood in the doorway.

Great timing buddy! Wait. Did she just think that?

"You two shouldn't be in here, and try to keep this" he gestured vaguely in Lois and Clark's direction, "out of the work place, okay?"

"Yes sir." Clark said, eager to get away. Lois, on the other hand, was still attempting to process the past few minutes.

Clark half dragged, half steered Lois out of the room. "Lois! Come on, that was too close, we might not have much time before they figure out that we aren't doctors!"

"What? Oh yeah, the story. Room 258! Let's go!" She marched off, following the signs leading her closer to her source. That's it Lane, focus on the story. Don't think about Clark. Don't think about how it felt to have your lips on his... "Shut up!"

"What?" questioned a confused-looking Clark.

"Nothing, it doesn't matter." she mentally kicked herself for saying anything, and focused on getting to the room.

"Look, there it is!" Lois followed Clark's gaze and entered the small room, gagging at the strong smell it emitted. Before her, lay the now-rotting body of a once-alive Ewan Wilson.

"How could this happen in a hospital?" She wondered aloud, disgusted by the ghastly sight before her.

"I dunno. But we better get out of here before we end up in similar situations." Well, you do anyway. he thought, not wanting any harm to befall her.

"It's too late for that." Behind them, stood the man who had seen them in the records room. "You two are in big trouble."

Before he could react, Lois kicked the man square in the chest and pulled Clark out of the room. They ran down the corridor, hand-in-hand, knocking over orderlies in the process. Behind them, chased the man, who was screaming, "STOP THEM! MURDERERS!"

Clark frantically searched for exit routes, when he spotted the bathroom. Lunging through the door, he picked Lois up and boosted her through the open window, following close behind. The pair kept running, through the grounds and onto the road, where Lois' car sat parked, ready for a quick getaway.

Lois drove speedily away, towards the safety of the Kent Farm, even though her apartment was closer.

"Well, that was a waste of time." Clark relaxed against his seat, relieved that they had made it out unscathed.

"Not a complete waste, we still have Wilson's files."

"I suppose. Maybe you should stay at the farm tonight, just in case."

Lois was surprised at the offer, even though it was completely acceptable for friends to worry about other friends. What surprised her more, was when she simply replied, "Okay." rather than with one of her usual, more sarcastic remarks.

What's this guy doing to you Lane?

The truth was, she had no idea.