As Lois and Clark reached their room, they are left with their mouths hanging open. The moment they stepped in, Lois knew what was coming, but to see it so… real and in such detail made the situation look a little more ridiculous.

Lois suddenly burst out laughing while Clark continued to remain speechless, his eyes fixated clearly in the center of the room, where a circular-shaped bed resided.

"Is that real?" he pointed out absentmindedly, he felt the sudden need to gauge his eyes out. How did he let Chloe talk him into this?

Lois couldn't stop laughing. "This is the most harebrained plan Chloe has ever thought up!" She was holding her stomach, this was just too funny. "Next time, we reserve the room"

Clark looks at her distressed. "Would you stop laughing, this is serious." He points to the bed. "It's circular… and…" His eyes go even wider. "Pink?"

She cocks her head to the side, holding her laughter in this time. "Really, I haven't noticed," she replied smart alecky.

"This is crazy!" he exclaimed picking up his stuff and headed out the door when he felt Lois' sudden grasp of his arm twirl him around.

"Oh no, you don't. We promised Chloe for some kind of substantial evidence, remember, this…" she gestured to the bed and emphasizing it. "Is part of the promise," she finished.

Lois couldn't apprehend how she suddenly became the rational one out of the two; it was normally Clark's domain.

"Fine!" Clark surrendered. "But I'm not taking…" he looks at the circular pink bed in detestation. "That so-called thing of a bed. I'll take the couch"

Lois gave out a low chuckle, an amused smile stretched across her face. Maybe this mission won't be so bad after all if she can take pleasure at Clark's awkward circumstance.

"Clark, what couch?"

Another bombshell Clark didn't need, he turned to survey the area, hoping against all hope he found what he was looking for.

Searching in all corners, it was no use.

"Oh god"

Lois tries desperately to hold her laughter in again.

"Oh, relax Smallville. It's not like you haven't slept next to a girl before," she exclaims.

One embarrassed look from Clark Kent sent Lois' mind in reverse.

"Oh," she only said, realizing the implication of her words, or in his case, the lack there of.

Clark slump his shoulders in obvious discomfort and looked slightly away, avoiding eye contact with his pretend wife.

"So you've never…" she trailed.

Clark nods sheepishly.

"At all?" she adds.

He shyly nods again, almost mortified at the line of questioning. He's had a few close calls, but it's never happened. He didn't even think it's at all possible.

Feeling completely exposed in front of her, Clark walks pass her with obvious frustration. He was immediately surprised that Lois made no move to tease him about his inexperience.

Lois was strangely sympathetic towards Clark's perplexed situation. Having to get to know him while she lived at the Kent Farm with his parents, she hadn't figured that he was that innocent considering that he pined naively for Lana Lang, made out with a scientifically impaired bimbo and practically married a psychologically troubled girl.

After remembering those occurrences in amusement, she grinned. "Don't worry, Smallville, I'll be gentle." Then she quickly stuck her fist in her mouth after realizing that she should be considerate and not deride him with sentences that could have multiple meanings.

"Sorry," she apologized.

At first, he blushed at her choice of words, but then he smiled appreciatively, seeing that she was making an actual effort not to give him a hard and uncomfortable time about it.

"I'll take the floor," he resolved, getting the issue of sleeping arrangements behind them.

He looked at her once more, and this time, he couldn't explain what he was seeing. She looked neither grateful or mad or surprised, her face just remained a blank expression. He hated it when she did that, he could never read her.

"That's gentlemen of you, Clark, but you don't have to. The bed is big enough for the both of us so long as you don't move in your sleep"

"Lois, I don't think…"

"Come on, what's going to happen?" she interrupted. "You and I are… you know… friends"

"Gee, your enthusiasm overwhelms me," he quipped.

Lois looks at him boldly. "You know what I meant." She walks to the opposite side of the bed and briefly wondered how that concept worked with a circle, but then she put it aside, the idea was irrelevant to the task they had at hand.

"We're supposed to be married." She stopped, shaking her head at what she just said. "I'm never going to get used to saying that, despite the fakeness of it all"

Clark felt disappointed at her proclamation for some reason. In the greater scheme of things, and at some level he wasn't quite ready to admit, her opinion mattered to him.

"Anyway," she continued, breaking Clark out of his tangent of thoughts. "We have to play the part, as close as we can at least – no pun intended – so why don't we set up some ground rules so we don't step on each others toes"

This time, Clark couldn't help but chuckle.

"I doubt you'll follow it, Lois"

"Work with me here, Smallville"

"Yes, honey," he grinned.

She looked at him; a proud smile crept at the corner of her lips. "Oh, is that how it is," her eyes twinkled, and for a moment, Clark felt like he was in a trance.

For the past year, Clark has seen many sides to Lois Lane, and he was beginning to realize that it was that very same quality that gets him off balanced.

"I'm gonna go freshen up," she teased. He watched her spin around and head to the bathroom, and closed the door after seeing the sight of Lois removing the clip on her hair, making it fall beneath her shoulders.

Clark inhaled deeply, what had they gotten themselves into.

Three blocks away in a Hotel 6, Chloe Sullivan sat attentively in front of her computer with various equipment situated all over her desk. After hooking everything up; she texts her cousin via cell phone to confirm connection.

It relayed but a simple word.

Ready?

Chloe put her headset on, getting ready to communicate with her amateur agents.

"Operation Honeymoon is now in progress," Chloe says with a smile. "Mad Dog, do you read me?" But all she got in return was static.

Chloe tries again. "How about you Farm boy?" She becomes a little worried when there was still no answer. "Come on, guys. Are you there?" she practically demanded.

A clicking sound appears before the voice, finally.

"Must we use code names?" her cousin spoke out, her tone slightly agitated. "And honeymoon," she scoffs. "Do you want me to disown you?"

Chloe ignored her rants and just sighed in relief at hearing her; she had started to fear the worse. "You of all people should know the importance of anonymity. Somebody could be listening in on our frequency," she reminded her.

Another click comes on.

"You could have at least warned us first," another voice adds.

Still in communication, at the Ramada Inn, Clark was failing miserably to properly get the earpiece on. Across from him, Lois stood with her arms crossed and relished watching Clark fidget with the tiny contraption. It was pure comedy.

"Anyway," Lois interrupts, unlike Clark; it didn't take her long to put it on with ease. "What exactly should we be calling you, and where in the world did you get Mad Dog?"

Clark smirked while still working his mini-microphone and ear piece.

"Umm…" Then he felt like a fool. The hell with it, he gave up. "Lois, could you help me?"

"Hold on, Cruella, I've got myself a situation," she says teasing her cousin with the name from 101 Dalmatians while imitating a cop as she walked towards her pretend husband.

Clark rolls his eyes, and Chloe laughs on the other line.

"I'm not having a situation," Clark tries to defend his pride. "I'm just… distracted," he says as Lois easily adjusted the earpiece and microphone, neither was aware of just how close their proximity to each other was.

"By what?" Chloe wonders aloud.

"Must be the bed," Lois commented as she took a step back.

Chloe raised her eye brows. "Bed?" she asks confusingly.

"It's circular," Lois answered.

But the answer didn't lessen the confusion. "Circular?"

"And pink," Clark pitched in, followed by an unnerving look. He hated that bed.

"You guys aren't doing… anything… um…"

The two caught the implication. "NO!" Lois and Clark say aloud.

Chloe jumped at the sound of her partners protests. God, they were loud and forceful. She cleared her thoughts and corrected her mistake.

"Okay, okay, sorry. I was just making sure," she apologized profusely.

"Get your mind out of the gutter!" says Lois.

"I'm sorry, I'm a reporter, I speculate. That was me speculating. Nothing's going on, got it!" Chloe understood loud and clear.

"So long as we got an understanding," Lois responded, clearing her mind as well. "Let's get this over with"

"Yes, please, lets" Clark agreed, straightening himself.

Then, out of everything that was crazy about the room, a hideous door bell rang out that played to the tune of Britney Spears, 'Hit me baby, one more time.' Lois and Clark stop in complete and utter revulsion.

"What is this, a honeymoon suite or the hotel's answer to Pimp My Ride?" Lois remarked with heavy sarcasm. "Not to sound cliché, but we have so entered the Twilight Zone."

About a good hour and a half later, while Lois was getting ready for the party that was taking place in the hotel's ballroom, she recommended Clark to head down first and do a little recon.

He was more than willing to oblige.

Their task was easy. Make contact, find anything incriminating and don't get caught. Yeah, easier said than done, right?

Walking about for almost 10 minutes, he saw dozens of people he thankfully didn't recognize.

All except one.

And he couldn't quite believe it.

There, at the top of the staircase stood Lois Lane, wearing a stunning white dress that hugged her body at all the appropriate places. He has seen her dressed up before, but she was always possessed at the time. Now, it was only her and the vision before him was absolutely breathtaking.

Clark gulped. "Wow," he whispered softly.

"What, Clark?" Chloe questioned. He had forgotten that she was on the other line.

Looking away, "I… uh… was just admiring the place," he stumbled to give her an unsuspecting answer.

"Well then… you… for… 9…" Clark hid himself behind a decorative statue; communications with Chloe had been spotty since entering the ballroom and he couldn't understand a single word she's saying.

"You're breaking up," he says. "Look, look, we'll get back in touch with you later," he tried to say without speaking so loud. He quickly removed the earpiece and microphone, stuffing them in his pocket before straightening his tuxedo to step back out into the ballroom.

And there she was again.

He smiled when he noticed she was having trouble with communicating with Chloe as well, indicative by the way she's moving about, her hand rising up and down but never quite making it to her ear.

"My God, she's gorgeous!" A man with his friend appeared beside him exclaimed; Clark felt the sudden urge to deck him but remained cool. The deviant grabbed a couple of champagne glasses from an incoming waitress with a tray and continued… "Man, I'd love to get a piece of that…"

"She's taken," Clark turns to them, his voice confident and resolute.

"Who the hell are you?"

He took a step forward and smiled taking the champagne glasses from the guy's hands and said, "Her husband." And with that, he left to join his wife on the opposite end, smirking as he did so as the men he left behind looked on, mouths hanging in surprise.

As he made his way closer to her, Clark subtly comes up.

"Care to join me for a drink, Mrs. Cain?" he says, extending a champagne glass to her.

A smile tugged at her lips and she takes it. "I don't mind if I do, Mr. Cain," she replied.

They give each other a brief toast before taking a sip. Clark couldn't help but lean in. "Off the record, you look beautiful," he complimented genuinely.

Lois was momentarily caught off guard at his overture.

She changed gears. "Have you heard from our other musketeer?" she asked pointing to her ear, hoping to alleviate whatever change of atmosphere just occurred between them.

"I lost communication a few minutes ago, but don't worry, she knows. I guess we'll be working in the black for the remainder of this party," he explained.

She chuckled.

"What?" he asks curiously.

"The term is blackout," she corrected, getting a nod from him. "And for the record, you don't look so bad yourself," she smiled, garnering an even bigger smile back from Clark.

There were suddenly at an impasse.

They spent the next two hours looking for their target and to no avail, he didn't show up, not the two minded so much, they were getting a lot of free stuff out of this mission.

As they waited for the elevator to come to a stop, it abruptly halts.

"What the..." says Lois.

"Lois," Clark says. "I think we're stuck"

Oh for crying out loud... she thought.

To be Continued...