The thoughts of what was awaiting her through the heavily-guarded, plain white door were troubling to one Lois Lane. She pictured something along the lines of a police interrogation room- the really dreary gray ones that had a single light shining over a gray table with two chairs on opposite sides of it and where one sided windows replaced the familiarity of walls- which frankly didn't phase her too much, since her military upbringing had prepared her for situations such as this. However, once the fifth form of protection was lifted from that white door, it opened to reveal something quite the opposite. A cozy room that reminded Lois of an expensive cabin home, which featured a theme of deep red: blood-toned pool table, crimson furniture, even a fireplace containing glowing coals which cast a scarlet light over the whole room.
"Welcome Miss Lane, can I offer you a drink?" A voice carried over to her from the armchair nearest to the mantelpiece. Harry Wright sat there holding a crystal bottle containing some familiar amber liquid, offering it to her.
"I'm fine thank you Mr Wright." Lois was unusually polite, but reasoned that a person is permitted to act unusually in unusual situations.
"Please take a seat." He twisted slightly so that he was facing the gaggle of bodyguards behind Lois. "You may leave."
Lois sat on the seat located on the other side of the fireplace and looked expectantly at her kidnapper. She knew that he would try to get information out of her but, frankly, there wasn't much to tell. She honestly didn't know anything interesting about the Red-Blue Blur, but letting him know that could mean that his use of Lois and Clark would vanish, meaning that they would become...gulp...disposable. So laying down all of her cards would not be a good move right now. She would just have to play it smart. Really smart.
"So Miss Lane, you already know what I want from you, so the question is: Will you give me what I want?" At this point Wright lent forward so that his palms were just above his knees as he sat.
"Well I'm not entirely convinced exactly what you do want." The answer seemed satisfactory to Lois, not too smart, but not too dumb either.
"I want to know everything you know about the Red-Blue Blur."
"Didn't you read the article in the Daily Prophet? It wasn't my name next to that headline, so I don't understand why you are asking me all of these questions."
"It may not have been you who wrote the original article, but did you not begin to investigate this mysterious hero after that article was written?"
"Well, yes but..."
"So you can see why I am asking you, a well-known investigative reporter, for information about the topic you have been researching for weeks."
"I have been trying to get information, but mostly I'm reaching dead-ends on my leads. This guy does not want to be found, he's worse than Green Arrow when publicity is concerned."
"But knowing you, what you are capable of Miss Lane, I find it hard to believe that you have not found a single piece of information about the Red-Blue Blur."
"Well, I'm sorry, but I haven't found out anything. If I had, it'd be on page one by now."
There was a slight pause, before Wright sighed and said finally, "Well we'll have to see about that, won't we?"
Lois hoped that she had been subtle enough to stop Wright from realising her own lack of knowledge, and obvious enough to imply that she was hiding something. But her most well-known characteristics did not include amazing acting skills, she just hoped that Harry Wright didn't know her well enough to notice...
Meanwhile, Clark Kent was pacing the floor concentrating on Lois' heartbeat, it being the only thing that could tell him Lois' state without being intrusive to her privacy or revealing his powers. Being Clark wasn't easy sometimes. He continued to pace back and forth, back and forth, Lois' average heartbeat not soothing his nerves in the slightest. He hated being left in the dark while being trapped in a luxury cage that watched his every move. It made him feel out of control and he hated that, as strange as it sounded when he had Lois as a best friend.
Clark kept on pacing, continually thinking to himself. 'Why did she go with him? It was stupid and dangerous. Who knows what they're doing to her? They could use torture, they could use blackmail, they could kill her!' These thoughts were only making him more unsettled, more unstable. He was on the brink of super-speeding to Lois and taking her far, far away from anything that could hurt her, then he heard the magnetic lock in the door release, and to his relief, Lois Lane entered the room.
"Lois! Are you okay? They didn't do anything to you did they?" He rushed over to her, his agitation evaporating, but his cautiousness still not fully returned.
She laughed, "Haven't been worrying about me have you Smallville?" A smirk spread across her face and Clark, instantly remembering his 'just friends' facade, placed one on his own.
"Wouldn't dream of it." He gave her a signature Kent mega Watt smile, one that caused ninety-nine per cent of the female population's hearts to melt.
"Sure, whatever you say Smallville." Lois gave him a final knowing smile before telling Clark what had happened with Wright, hinting at certain details that she did not want to be overheard. She didn't even need to say what they were both thinking. 'As long as Wright thinks we know something, we stay alive.'
Clark, however, was hit by a sudden rush of guilt at their reason for being trapped. It wasn't the story they were working on, well at least not only that, it was the Red-Blue Blur that was keeping them there. Clark, who had chosen to keep Lois out of his secret loop for this very reason, knowing about him and his secrets could get her hurt. Or worse.
"Clark, is everything okay?" Lois asked, noticing the glazed expression on his face.
"Wha...? Oh yeah I was just thinking that maybe we should eat something."
Soon the scent of spaghetti bolognese filled the cell while Lois and Clark continued their playful bickering, completely oblivious to the fact that outside of the building Chloe Sullivan was looking for them.