The darkness crept around the apartment-like cell, spreading itself around the already pitch-black room. Though the room seemed harmless enough, upon a closer inspection (when light was available) one might notice the individual cameras dotted around different zones of their quarters. Silence was only broken by the breathing of the two reporters currently occupying the bed located on the far side of the room, which created an unnervingly tense atmosphere, that was already laced with the awkward suspense of the same pair who were lying uncomfortably with their eyes closed, wishing to dear God that they could just saw a separation between them and sleep at the furthest possible points from each other.

Lois Lane was unfortunate enough to be one of those people who have to sleep a certain way, or not sleep at all. This meant that if she wished to rest at all, she would be forced to turn on her side and face Clark which was way too daring a feat, even when she couldn't see him. Clark, on the other hand, could fall asleep anywhere that offered him a slight support, be it: bed, floor, table, car, anything would do. However, his moral-rich upbringing made his situation with Lois wrong in so many ways. He liked her, but was not married, in a relationship or even on a slight romantic fling with her, which made him feel like he was taking advantage of their predicament and so, he couldn't sleep either. Whether one or both of them knew that the other was as awake as they were, it was not clear, but neither of them chose to move.

Dawn came too soon, and was announced by a rooster's cry being played through a number of speakers in the room. Surprisingly, Lois sprang from the bed and went straight to the kitchen area, which was in the top left-hand corner of the room. Instantly, the familiar scent of coffee filled the nostrils of Clark, who then tracked it to the source. Lois spared him a glance before choosing to concentrate on her hands, Clark kept his eyes on her though, even as he drank his coffee.

Something was different. He could tell. And as Clark rolled the idea over and over in his head, Lois knew that his brain was finally noticing what Lois had known about for too long. Her Smallville was actually figuring out that they had something between them. And it would ruin everything As much as she hated to admit it, Clark was the first real friend she'd ever had. As a child, Lois had never managed to stay in one place long enough to make friends, so it was understandable that the only people in her life happened to share a few chromosomes with her. She supposed that, yes, family can be classed as friends and Chloe was like the girl best friend she'd never had, but they were more like sisters if anything. Or what sisters would be in a 'normal' family, whatever that means.

Clark. Clark was something different. He had stood by her in spite of her being bossy, sarcastic and downright impossible and he didn't have the compulsary family bond that meant that they had to look out for each other. It was completely voluntary. All of it. And the thought of risking that, risking someone as precious as Clark was to her, well that was too fragile. Too easy to break. She was ecstatic to even have him in her life, but losing something like that... she wouldn't be able to cope.

"Lois, I think we need to talk. Y'no about us..." Clark voiced this quietly, aware of the microphones undoubtedly placed in prime spots around them.

She gulped, unable to think, unable to breathe. He had brought it up! This coming from the guy who had been in love with the same girl since he was ten years old and was only getting over her twelve years later. She had to think fast, how could she change the subject.

"...getting out of here? I think we need to too." Lois had her voice at a bare whisper. "But first we need to see what they want with us. They haven't killed us, so they must need us for something."

"I suppose bu-"

She cut him off, "And they have had to have planned this well in advance, since they happen to have supplied clothing in our sizes and everything. You can tell they did their research."

"They must have known you were coming, there's a fire extinguisher next to the oven." Lois didn't even need to look at him to see the smirk on his face. "But that's not what I wanted to talk about, I wanted to ask you if you've noticed..."

Lois prepared to make a sharp exit into the bathroom, but was saved by the booming voice of Harry Wright. "Mr Kent, Miss Lane, good morning. I hope you are comfortable..." He paused as if waiting for a response, but continued when none came, "I trust that you slept well, you will need your energy for today."

"Today? What's happening today?" Lois asked, not phased in interrupting the flow of the biggest crime boss in Metropolis.

"Well I'm glad you asked Miss Lane, you see, I believe you have some information. Some information I need... involving the Red-Blue Blur." Clark stiffened, and Lois showed no response, hiding her face well.

"What makes you think I know anything else? You saw the article, all the interesting stuff was in there. It's not like I'd gain anything from hiding any facts." Lois spoke directly to the middle of the room, sounding more confident than she felt.

"On the contrary Miss Lane, I think that you may know more than you're letting on. And I'm sure that Karl can help you remember any information you may know..."

The doors to the cell opened and four armed bodyguards entered, all pointing their guns at Clark. Another man, who seemed just a fraction shorter than Clark but almost twice as broad, had his bulging muscular arms crossed over his chest. This, she supposed, was Karl.

"Now Mr Kent, could you please stay here. Miss Lane, if you would please follow Karl." The voice cut out, meaning that Clark's voice was clearly audible.

"What do you think you're doing?" Lois, who had been taking a step forward, stopped. "You're not actually gunna listen to this guy are you?"

Lois took an obvious glance from Clark, to the guns and back to Clark again, then replied, "Yeah, I am."

With that, she left Clark and followed after the gorilla-named-Karl. Clark stared in disbelief after her, he couldn't believe it. She had actually walked right into an interrogation that could turn into torture. And with all of the cameras watching him, he could never help her.