Sing, Canary, Sing

Chapter 6: Restrained.

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: If I said I owned them, I lied.

It was dark. Very dark. And then, the pain kicked in. Dinah felt a throbbing sinsation on the back of, was that her neck? She thought so. And then, the darkness began to fade. When her eye's finally futtered open, the harsh, bright, white light made her shut them again. When they blinked open again, she looked around. The small, white room looked like it was a hospital room. But, she had a feeling that it wasn't. She tried to sit up, but found that her wrists and ankles were in restraints. It was a few moments until she heard the door open and two men in long, white coats entered the room. She tried to move as far back onto the bed as she could, but it was useless trying to move. They moved to the bed and she looked at them, terrified.

"Miss Lance, there's no reason to be alarmed. You're in the best of care."

"Says the man who has me strapped to a bed..." Dinah muttered, then asked, "What am I doing here? And, where is here, exactly?"

"You're in Bell Reve-"

"Last time I checked, I'm not crazy."

"You're only here for observation." The other doctor said, ever so calmly.

"How long are you planning on keeping me here against my will?" Dinah asked.

"You'll be here until we feel that you're stable enough to go back to Smallville."

"Stable enough? A second ago, you told me I was only here for observation!" Dinah exclaimed. The doctors didn't say anything, they just began to exit the room. "I wanna talk to my father!" Dinah yelled after them, but they just ignored her and shut the door, leaving her in the restraints.

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Back in Smallville, Dinah's father Larry walked in the front door. It was after eight o'clock at night, and he wondered why all of the lights were off. 'Maybe some weird thing with her mother,' he thought as he turned on the lights, went down the front hall to the kitchen, and put his briefe case down on the kitchen table. "Dinah?" He called, not sure of where she was. He called for her again, but when he got nothing in return, he picked up the cordless phone from the receiver on the wall, pushed the talk button and said, "Sorry to interrupt girls, but-" But he didn't hear Dinah's voice, nor the voice of his ex-wife. He only heard Dial Tone. He dialed the number of Diana Lance in Gotham City. "Dinah?" She asked, sounding slightly worried.

"Sorry, only half of her blood line," Larry answered.

"Larry? Where's Dinah?"

"You don't know?" Larry asked.

"I talked to her almost five hours ago, she said that she was going for a walk."

"To where?"

"How would I know, I've never even been to Smallville."

Larry began to pace the kitchen. "What were you guys talking about earlier."

"Sorry, but that's personal stuff. Nothing that would be pivital to knowing where to she is. Unless..." Diana trailed off. "Unless what?" He asked, the ever familiar impatience with his ex-wife begining to fester.

"Unless she went to Clark's."

"Clark..."

"Kent. Clark Kent. Their friends."

"Kent? Jonathon Kent's son?"

"I don't know. Is Jonathon Kent Clark's father."

"Yeah. Yeah he is. I'll go look there."

"She was frustrated with her emotions. Said she needed to clear her head. You remember the walks she used to take around the city. She used to go up into the hills, to the Wayne's mansion."

"Yeah, I remember. You know Dinah and her clearing walks." Larry said reassuringly.

"Yeah. Dinah and her walks." Diana said, not so sure. Larry told her that he was going to go, and that he or Dinah would call her later. Before just before he put the phone back on the reciever, he heard, "Larry?" He put the phone back to his ear. "Yeah?"

"Dinah doesn't go on five hour walks."

"I know." He put the phone back on the reciever, grabbed his coat off of the chair, then went out to his car and sped down the long gravel driveway.

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Clark and his parents were sitting in the livingroom when they heard someone nock on the kitchen door. Jonathon got up to answer it. "Larry, what can I do for you?" He asked with a welcoming smile.

"Dinah isn't here, is she?" Larry asked, not even bothering to say hello.

"Not now. She was, earlier. Atleast, thats what Martha said." He looked over to Martha and Kent.

"Yeah, Dinah stopped in around three thirty. Went up to the loft to see Clark." Martha explained.

"What time did she leave?" Larry asked. Martha looked as if she didn't know. She turned to her son.

"Clark?" Clark thought for a moment.

"I guess between four and four thirty." Clark told him.

"And you haven't heard from her since?" Larry asked.

"Larry," Martha said, getting up and joining the too men at the door, "Whats going on?"

"Dinah's not home."

"Maybe she's somewhere in town." Martha suggested.

"No." Larry said. "Every Wednseday night, at eight o'clock, she talks to her mom. They never miss a phone date. Tonight, she didn't call. When I got home, all the lights were off, like no one had been there for hours. Then, on my way over here, I called her cell phone a dozen times. Nothing."

"Dinah never doesn't answer her cell phone." Clark said, also joining them all at the door.

"Don't I know it." Larry said, looking more worried by the minuet.

"She never just leaves without telling me where she's going. And she never misses a phone call with her mom."

"I'll come help you look." Clark said, taking his coat off of the hook.

"Martha and I'll talke the truck, check some of the other farms and such. Places that aren't so obvious to parents, that teenagers sometimes sneak off to 'round here."

"I'd really appreciate that." Larry said, as they all left the yellow farm house.

Clark wished for the hundreth time that night that he hadn't let Dinah leave the way that he had.

Only more to come. I promise this time!