"Oliver! Have you got anything...Okay, well keep trying and remember that they were together the last time I had contact with them...Okay, yes...This morning...Right, give me an update in an hour."
Chloe Sullivan walked back towards the massive computer located in the ISIS foundation. She was panicky, and she cetainly had a right to be, her two best friends were lost, missing, vanished off of the face of the Earth. And when these two people happened to be Clark and Lois, well, it was worrying. They had made a few enemies over a short amount of time busting bad-guys' chops, and it's not like they weren't known for finding trouble.
She shook her head, hoping to get rid of all of the negative thoughts that were filling her head. Of course they would be fine, Lois was with Clark, and God knows he'd never let anything happen to her. 'Unless there was kryptonite involved...' Chloe returned to the computer, typing in a frantic motion in hope of finding out what could have happened to the investigative reporting team. But no matter how many CCTV cameras she hacked into, no matter how many hospital and police records she checked, Lois and Clark were nowhere to be found. It had been the same since the cops had found Lois' car abandoned on the road that led to Dr Stanford's home address.
Then it hit her.
When she'd been searching for leads on Wright, she had thought it a mixture of luck and her amazing computer skills that had brought up Stanford's name to her attention. But now, it seemed as if the information had been planted, rigged as bait in order to capture the two snoopy reporters who were sure to come across it... It all made sense!
So Lois and Clark weren't lost or mysteriously vanished off of the face of the Earth, they were kidnapped. Chloe grabbed her phone and pressed redial. "Hello? Oliver, it's Chloe. I have an idea about Lois and Clark..."
"Hey! That's cheating!" Clark exclaimed as he sat cross-legged opposite Lois.
"No it's not, it's just receiving a little extra help." she stated matter-of-factly.
After a few hours in captivity, Clark and Lois had begun to seek ways of entertaining themselves, and were lucky enough to find a pack of cards in a drawer. But things were getting competitive and the score currently lay at a draw.
"Lois, you can't get 'extra help' unless I can."
"What makes you think that you get the same privileges as I do Smallville?"
"What makes you think that I don't?"
Lois grinned at this then pretended to be thinking over his question. "Well... for starters there's your primary color fetish, then there's the whole personality thing which... Ahhh!"
She never managed to finish her sentence, since Clark had tackled her and pinned her down on the floor between his knees. He then did something that not even a brave man would be able to do. He tickled her. She thrashed from side to side and attempted to fling her limbs in all directions, she squealed as tears ran down her cheeks and squirmed as his hands assaulted her body.
"Do you give?" Clark had a mischievous grin on his face, though he knew he'd have to pay for his actions later.
"No! I will neve-" She screeched louder when he tickled her waist. "Okay! Okay! You win! Just stop!"
Smiling triumphantly, he stopped tickling her, his hands remaining at her hip bones, and waited as she panted heavily. "That, was unfair."
"I was just receiving a little extra help." His smile grew wider after throwing her own words back in her face and, surprisingly, she smiled back. They stayed there in that same position-Lois lying on the floor with Clark kneeling on top of her-for a moment, before Clark ambled up to his feet and helped Lois up with him. Well attempted to anyway. During those moments of closeness, Clark forgot to accommodate Lois' weight with his powers, which, upon attempting to help her up, pulled her too far and caused her to lose balance. Subsequently, she found herself being caught by Clark's chest and his arms which fell around her waist.
This sudden close proximity, the sudden rush of pheromones that hit Clark after getting a face-full of Lois' hair, made the two reporters do something they wouldn't have dreamed of doing otherwise. They looked at each other, at the exact same moment. Blue eyes met hazel and instinct overruled reason. Their faces, inches apart, grew closer and closer. Their eyes soon became hidden beneath eyelids. Their lips pursed slightly. Just a second before the inevitable moment would happen where Lois and Clark finally had their first voluntary, non-situation-induced kiss, the voice of Harry Wright boomed through the speakers.
"So sorry to interrupt..." They jumped apart, avoiding each others' gaze. "But I would like Mr Kent to follow Karl and meet me. Now."
The gorilla man, Karl, entered the room, and stood expectantly. Taking one last look at Lois, who was still looking intently at the floor, Clark followed him out of the cell and towards the room in which he'd meet Harry Wright.