Leyna: Wow! Thanks! I'm really glad you're enjoying this still. Makes me feel good;)

IceQueen825: Lol. I didn't actually think you'd like this chapter that much, because it didn't have a lot of Lois and Clark in it. Thank you!

Madlenita: Thanks. The 'kid' is really something isn't she? Lol.

Karrtoonmonkey, c im am a dragon, Cathy, Jeremy Shane, batgirl2992, s01itaire90, lilbit4, and samse: Thanks!

Iluvaqt: Lol. Just as long as it was a hand I guess.

Immery: Lol. I don't think the word "dead" even covers it.

Wizziewoo123: Next chapter!

Sunset: Thank you! I'm really glad you like her. Wanna hear something funny? A little while ago, Alexis was reading a part of the story out loud, the part where Lois tells Jo'an that Tyler likes her, and she said to me, "He likes me? Uh-uh, who likes you? You can't have no boyfriend." I just laughed at her and asked her why not. She told me that I can't have a boyfriend because he'll cheat on me, and that I have to wait until I'm 28. And she'll wait until she's 28 too. Lol. She really is my inspiration for Jo'an, and I hope that if she reads this story someday, she'll be able to see herself in the character I've created; and that she'll be glad that more people found her adorable than annoying. Thank you again!

Twistedsky: You're hilarious with the 'I like this, and this, oh, and this; you know what, I just like the whole damn story' attitude. You really cracked me up. Thank you!

Brainchild: lol, the breakfast. It didn't even make sense to me, but it felt like a Bart thing, so I just went with my instincts. I'm glad you liked it!

Clanafan 1789: I don't know; I just like her more than I like Lana. I think I like everyone more than I like Lana. Lol.

Wtchcool: No problem. "Ants In His Pants, Glue In His Shoes" is gonna be the title. I haven't actually written it yet, but I have a couple ideas. I should have it posted a week from today. 'Should' being the operative word, so don't hold me to it;)

Cloismycel: Lol. I'm glad you caught onto the 'Kent Lane' thing he does. I just thought it'd be kinda fun. Thank you for taking the time to leave me reviews;)

Cloisfinally123: Lol. Lois convincing herself nothing was going to happen just because the kid was there…is she serious? Lol.

LunrRain: nah, you're not a pedophile. They are pretty fun together. I didn't even notice that they're kinda like Clark and Lois…weird;)

CoLdBlADe: Thanks! A lot of people tell me she's cute. It always makes me feel better. And no, I haven't seen Merlin yet. It sounds interesting. I do like wizards and magic and stuff.

iheartBL: Who's BL. Not that I'm being nosy, and you definitely don't have to answer. Nah, I couldn't kill Jimmy, he'd been through enough, but I don't exactly like him with Chloe either so…

Yay! Another Sailor Moon watcher. Lol. I'm glad you tried to read it all in one day, but I understand the need for sleep. I'm in dire need of it now, but I promised I'd post today, so I have to finish this chapter.

Crazy4fanfic2008: LOl. I would really like to know what a nameday is. My curiosity has been peaked. Thank you, I think it's both too, but more so my goddaughter. She really is something else. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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"Don't you have something more important to do?"

"Nope."

Chloe exaggerates an exasperated sigh. She's more than amused. Oliver Queen, full time billionaire who moonlights as the green arrow has nothing more important to do than thumb wrestle her?

"You should go home. Get some rest."

"I rested last night."

Another amused smile from Chloe. He needs a better dictionary. Sleeping in a hard chair, while waking up every few minutes to check up on a person who isn't even hurt that bad is not the definition of 'rest'.

"Well you should go home and take a shower then."

"After I win."

"Ollie, you've been letting me win since we started."

"So when I let me win, I'll go home," Oliver shrugs while letting Chloe win yet again.

"Seriously,"-

"Aunt Chloe!"

Before Chloe can even process the fact that there's someone else in the room with them, Jo'an is laying on top of her; arms wrapped loosely around her aunt's neck, and face buried in the woman's neck.

"You're not dead," she exclaims, but it comes out a little muffled because her face is still buried in Chloe's neck.

"Dead? Of course I'm not dead! Jeez! What have you guys been telling my niece about me?" Chloe asks before wrapping her arms around the child reassuringly.

"Nothing," Jo'an interrupts before anyone attempts to answer. "They didn't tell me anything; and when I listened for you, I couldn't hear you, and Uncle Victor said it was because you were sleeping"-

"OK Lane," Bart interrupts the child's rambling. "Just breathe, and get off of Chloe so that she can breathe too."

"No, I don't have to. Do I Aunt Chloe? See, she's still breathing real good. Right Aunt Chloe?"

"Actually," Oliver interjects. He hates to be the bearer of bad news, or captain obvious but someone's got to acknowledge the problem here. And there is a problem here. "Joey, how did you get here?"

"I ran," she answers as if it's the most obvious answer in the world.

"With Bart?"

"Yes."

Oliver turns around and glares at the young and irresponsible man behind him. He pretty much knows the answer to the next question he's gonna ask, but just to be sure…

"Do your parents know where you are?"

Jo'an hesitates slightly before giving her answer; understanding that she should have at least asked her daddy for permission before running off.

"No, they're sleep."

"In the same bed," Bart adds before boldly stepping in front of Oliver and leaning over Chloe. "You know gorgeous, me and you can share this bed if you wanna. I'm really small. I'll fit easy."

Chloe tries her hardest not to laugh, and to keep her eyes on his face rather than letting them slide…downward. It's no good. She uses Jo'an's hair to hide her face while she laughs.

"Hey! You know what I meant. I'm skinny. But everywhere else is normal size. I'm not small."

"So Lois and Clark were in the same bed?" Chloe chokes out, attempting to change the subject, and to focus on something other than things she really shouldn't be focused on.

"Are in the same bed," Bart corrects; he's glad of the subject change.

"Did you just"-

"Yep, just checked on 'em, and they're still asleep," he grins.

"You better not have eaten any of Mommy and Daddy's breakfast just now Bobo!" Jo'an scolds.

He'd been tempted to, but he'd already spent too much time there; covering up the cuddly couple, snapping a few pictures, stuff like that.

"Bobo?" Chloe starts on the smiling again, and even Oliver, who's heard the nickname before and is supposed to be getting his niece back home before her parents wake up, had to laugh at Bart.

"That is so cute," Chloe giggles.

"You think so huh?" Bart grins widely as if she'd just said he was cute and sits down beside her. And even though there really isn't a lot of room on the bed, he is small; so he does fit. "So, how you doin'?"

"Bobo, back away," Jo'an warns after she and her aunt roll their eyes simultaneously. Oliver smiles. Sometimes the child is like Chloe too; but that's to be expected because sometimes Chloe is a little like her big cousin.

"Why me?" Bart scowls down at the little girl who is still lying on top of his baby. "Why can't you back away?"

"'Cause I was here first."

"Technically, I was here first."

"Bobo!"

"Jojo" he mimics her whine. He should really be careful. Hanging around Lane junior has a way of making him embrace his inner child; well, more so than usual.

"What are you smiling at?" Bart asks the little girl suspiciously. He doesn't trust her when she's just being normal; but her grinning from ear to ear like that worries him.

"You. You always call me Jojo at home."

"Bobo and Jojo? Oh my god," Chloe squeaks. It must be the drugs. She isn't normally a squeaker but for some reason she's in one of the giddiest moods she's ever been in; and that's including the first time she fell in love and had the butterfly in the tummy syndrome.

"Bobo and Jojo," she repeats, but with an effort to leave out the squeak. "That's adorable."

"Mommy said she's gonna put it on our wedding invitation," Jo'an announces proudly. Though she hadn't actually gotten around to asking her mother what a wedding invitation is, she assumed it was a good thing. And that it had something to do with her marrying Bobo; which she is going to do. That way they can be together forever.

"Wedding invitation?" Chloe laughs for what seems to be the millionth time in less than twenty minutes.

"Wedding invitation," Oliver snarls before smacking Bart in the back of the head.

"Ow, chill dude" Bart faces Oliver while rubbing his head. "I'm not going to actually marry Lane."

"Yes you are," Jo'an says with enough conviction for the both of them.

"No way."

"Why not?" Jo'an frowns.

"Yeah, why not?" Chloe teases.

Both Oliver and Bart glare at Chloe. Bart has every intention of apologizing to her for it later, but right now…she can't be serious.

"Don't you want to be with me for always and forever Bobo?"

"Awww," Chloe croons.

"Uh." And that's as far as Bart goes because he does not know what to say to that.

Jo'an sniffs, taking his silence for a negative answer. "You don't like me anymore," she wails before pressing her face against her aunt's neck once again.

Oliver smacks Bart in the back of the head again.

"Dude! What the…" but he stops at the look Oliver's giving him. "What? You want…you…you want me to marry her?" he whispers.

"No; just like her."

"But"-

"But I don't want you to like her too much."

"But"-

"But you can't like her too little either."

"But"-

"Just find the 'just right' goldilocks and do it. Understood?"

"Yes Papa Bear," Bart answers. Naturally, that bit of sarcasm earns him another smack to the head.

Bart sighs and reaches out to touch the little girl's shoulder.

"Too much! You're liking her too much. You don't need to touch her. You'll send mixed signals," Oliver hisses.

Bart draws his hand back quickly and scratches the side of his head. He's confused and irritated and Chloe keeps laughing and he's always liked her smile so- he shakes his head, trying to get himself to focus on the task at hand. Kent Junior.

"Uh, Jojo?"

"What?"

Bart turns to face Oliver. Lane didn't even look at him; so what the heck is he supposed to do now?

Oliver just makes a shooing motion with his hands. What a big help he is.

"So, Jojo,"-

"I already said 'what'."

"Uh, if you stop crying"-

"I'm not crying"

"If you stop…that, I'll pick you up from school today; then we can go to Mexico again. Just you and me."

"Too much!" anther hiss and smack from Oliver.

"I mean, you, me and your dad," Bart corrects.

Oliver taps Bart on the shoulder, and when the young man faces him, Oliver points at himself.

"You? but you're so slow," Bart complains.

But Oliver doesn't budge, so Bart turns back to Jo'an with a serious pout on his face. He hates going slow.

Jo'an' lifts her head up; and Bart thinks he's finally making progress. But then:

"I'm suspended from school."

"Really Lane? Already?...Yes! Pay up Papa Bear."

"You guys betted?" Chloe asks; but it's more of a scold.

Oliver refuses to look at Chloe as he pulls out five twenties and gives them to Bart.

"I'll be back. I've got to collect my winnings from the other guys. Thank you Jojo!" Bart gives her a loud smack of a kiss on the cheek. "We can go anywhere you want now. How about china? You wanna go to China? Let's go to China. I'm gonna take you to China. Just the two of us," he calls over his shoulder before disappearing. Forget Oliver; it's not like he can keep up anyway.

Jo'an sits upright. As much as she wants to, she can't be happy right now. China sounds great, but she's in so much trouble with Uncle Ollie. She can tell.

"Spill," he commands.

"I wasn't listening to the teacher 'cause I was trying not to listen for Mommy, but it was really hard," Jo'an answers. It's not exactly the truth; but it's not entirely a lie either. She really did get a lot of frowny faces for not paying attention in class.

"Children don't get suspended for not paying attention in class," Oliver tells her.

"I got in trouble for having my phone in class?" Jo'an offers, hoping it will be enough; but it's not.

"Jo'an, I'm not going to ask you again."

"I got into an altercation with another student," Jo'an says; repeating the words her mother read from the note yesterday and hoping it sounded a lot less like she'd been fighting; which she hadn't. Not really. Tyson was the one doing all the hitting, but she doesn't want her grownups to know that.

"What kind of an altercation?" Oliver presses.

Jo'an doesn't answer, just holds onto the arm that Tyson hurt yesterday. It doesn't hurt anymore, but she's not used to getting hurt…

Oliver narrows his eyes, zeroing in on the way the child is rubbing her arm.

"I'm back, so who wants to go to Africa?" Bart announces.

"I thought we were going to China," Jo'an pipes up eagerly.

"We can do both."

"You're not going anywhere!" Oliver nearly yells at the child. "Not until you tell me what happened to your arm!"

"My arm?"

"Spill."

"Uh, Mommy's calling me," Jo'an says before speeding away.

"Oh no you don't. You're not getting away that easy," Oliver mutters to himself.

Bart snorts at him. He's taking his "Uncle duties" a little too seriously. But then Oliver turns on him and Bart takes a few steps back, not liking the look on the green archer's face at all.

"Take me to the farm," Oliver demands.

Bart just looks at him. Surely he's lost it. But he seems to be serious. He's walking toward him anyway.

"You want me to…How?" Bart asks while taking another step back.

"Quickly."

"I'm not a Kent. I don't have speed and strength!"

"Figure it out, but I want to be at that farm in less than three."

"Minutes? No prob"-

"Seconds."

"Seconds?" Bart practically squeaks.

"And what are you laughing at?" Bart demands of Chloe once he has a hold on Oliver.

Chloe ignores Bart and keeps laughing. She can't stop even if she actually wanted to. The image of Bart carrying Oliver, without super-strength; Oh my God.

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A/N: for those who didn't read all the replies I made, I decided to write a 'little Lois, little Clark;' story, based on what she would do if they were in the first grade together, and he had light up shoes. It should be posted a week from today. I hope you'll check it out; and I hope you'll like it. The title will be "Ants in His Pants. Glue in His Shoes"

Next post will be Monday August 23rd.