Clark inwardly cursed, a gesture unfamiliar to his clean-mouthed nature. He needed to get her out of here. He couldn't let her get hurt, it would be all his fault if she did. If she knew his secret, he wouldn't have hesitated in super-speeding past all of the creeps and swiping their guns, then knocking them out and tying them up, all faster than Lois could call the cops. But she didn't know that he was capable of bending steel and running faster than a speeding bullet, which complicated things. A lot.

"So Miss Lane, Mr Kent, I think we'd better be getting on. After all, we don't want anyone stumbling across us, they may get the wrong end of the stick." Wright continued, smug smile toying with the two reporters.

Before they knew it, Lois was being hoisted off of ground level by two wrestler-built bodyguards. Let's just say that Clark didn't take too kindly to this, he protested almost as much as she did. When it came to Clark joining her in the back of a van, he walked, not allowing the men to take control over him too. The doors were bolted shut, causing instant darkness, and the engine started.

"Lois? Are you okay?" Clark ambled over to her, being forced to crouch due to the small space available to him.

"Well, I've been kidnapped by a Godfather wannabe who also happens to have a following of super-powered cronies, but all of that aside, I'm just dandy!" She didn't mean to take out her frustration on the farm-boy, but old habits and all that.

"Don't worry Lois, we'll get outta here. I'd never let them hurt you." Lois looked in Clark's direction, touched by his words, he was always the hero. She found him and let her head rest against his chest.

"I know." His arms wrapped around her and there they sat wondering what was ahead of them.

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The journey could have taken anywhere between twenty minutes and three hours. However, the reporters knew that they were about to be released when they came to a stop and a strong smell of fish and sea water reached their nostrils. The door opened, causing Lois and Clark to squint in the sudden sunlight.

"Get out, now." Whoever had spoken didn't seem threatening, or overly persuasive, but the pair moved out of the confined metal box. "Follow me."

A tall man of about thirty five led them across the warehouse floor, dodging past crates of what looked like salt water trout. They passed a sign saying 'Port Warehouse SOLD' and headed down some stairs. They reached a metal door that needed a pass key and headed through it, before being thrust into a form of high-tech cell.

"You are to stay here until the boss comes to see you." And with that, the man left the room.

"The door works on a fingerprint scanner, we're stuck here until 'the boss' decides to pay us a visit. Not that I mind much." Lois looked around as she said this, seeing as their cell was more of a penthouse than anything. "I swear this is like the types of places Ollie took me to, I swear one of them even had that bed."

Clark glanced towards it, noticing something. "Where's the other one?"

"What?"

"The other bed. I mean, there's not even a couch to sleep on, just these armchairs."

"Oh..." She looked behind the nearest coffee table as if it was hiding there. "I don't know. I guess we won't be staying long."

Six hours later...

Lois and Clark sat on the rug, trying hard to stay awake. They were completely exhausted after a day of being kidnapped and such, but the scary thought of having to share a bed was well... scary.

"Lois, you need to sleep."

"So do you, but I'm not sending you to bed."

"But you were hurt yesterday, plus I know what it's like when you get cranky..."

"Well, if you know me so well you should know that I'm stubborn too."

"Lois...?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think we should just... y'no... be adults about this? It's not that big a deal. We're just friends. And it's not like we chose the sleeping arrangements."

"I suppose that's right. And I am pretty tired..."

"Okay, we'll just do it then." She shot him a look, at which Clark turned a deep shade of red. "I...I mean be adults! No! I mean just sleep together... But not y'no sleep together just sleep together. Do you get what I mean? I didn't-"

"It's okay, I get it Smallville." Lois then lept up and grabbed her pyjamas left on one of the bedside tables, then went to the bathroom to put them on. All the while Clark changed into his own, wishing that he had better control over his mouth. And his hormones.