Author's Note: This is AU. While at times it might encounter some of the original story lines of Smallville, it goes on it's on little path.

Another Author's Note: I don't own Smallville. If I did...Tom Welling would be living in my closet. I kid. I kid. Partially.

Clark tried very hard to put his full attention to the half finished document on his computer screen. The deadline was tonight and he had barely gotten to the point of his story. Yet even with the looming deadline hanging over his head like a weight, his eyes kept sliding over to the police scanner that sat quietly on his desk. He noticed his tapping foot in rhythm with his forceful tapping of the pen on his desk but he couldn't help but fidget; he was bored. As if that was a good enough reason to wish that some thug would rob a jewelry store or maybe even give him a good high speed chase. Clark hadn't been able to use his super-speed for something useful except to make quick dashes out whenever Lois got into one of her tantrums.

A small smile crept onto his face as he remembered Lois' latest tantrum over the coffee pot being broken and her lack of caffeinated beverages this morning when the police scanner gave a little burp. Clark had to restrain himself from grabbing it. His nerves jolted at the prospect of getting out his jacket and sweeping through Metropolis. God, was he drooling? He used his super-hearing to listen in but all thoughts of heroic rescues deflated with the cackle of a donuts pickup. He grumbled and in a spark of frustration threw the pen across the room.

"OW!" Nathan spun around, rubbing his head in confusion. Clark slid down in his seat, away from the glaring eyes and gave a big sigh.

As much as Clark liked the idea of a quiet Metropolis, he couldn't help but get a little tired of the same old routine every day. Metropolis had been on good behavior these past couple of weeks to the point where the Daily Planet had to run in circles to find decent stories to cover the front page and even that was becoming a tedious task. All Clark had been doing this past week was write the personals and he was getting a little annoyed at all the "tall busty blondes looking for tall busty male blondes." He wasn't asking for a big crime wave, he was just asking for the thugs that seemed to be on vacation to throw him a freaking bone. He slid up from his seat and ran his hands through his hair while he scanned the room. Everybody had gone home since there wasn't much to write about. Besides him and a rather hurt Nathan, Lois was the only one actually working. Speaking of Lois...Clark glanced around.

Where is she?

Before Clark could answer his own question, the sound of rapid high heels smacking the floor carried down the hallway. Clark sat up in his seat as Lois' brown hair came into view through the window.

"Smallville!" She barked as she entered the room, her face lit with a smile.

Clark gave a small smile as he pretended to so engrossed in his work. He glanced up when Lois bypassed her seat and came over to stand in front of him. Besides the steaming mug held in her hand, Lois had a huge stack of files cradled in the crook of her arm. With some fancy movements, she managed to dump all the files on Clark's desk and not spill the coffee.

Clark gazed at the stack of files, "What's all this?"

"Work, Smallville," She said between sips of her coffee, "Work."

Clark continued to gaze at the files with growing trepidation, "Work? Work for who?"

Lois just smiled and walked back to her seat, "Like I haven't taken notice of your sour puss looks lately over all those personals. So, being the gal that I am, I asked around and got you some new digs."

"Lois, how many people did you ask?!" Clark questioned, as he pulled a folder out randomly and flipping it open. "These are more ads!"

"Yeah, but their not personals." She corrected, giving a smirk at his glare. "Oh calm down. I had to go up to the twelfth floor to get you those babies."

"What a coincidence the twelfth floor also has a coffee bar." Clark grumbled as he flicked open another file.

"Well...that too." Lois sat in her seat and smiled over her coffee mug as she watched Clark fumble with a couple of folders and give a soft swear as the entire pile fell onto the floor.

"Here, let me help you with all that." She said smugly as she bent down to pick up a few files that had slid over.

Her and Clark were on hands and knees, picking up papers when they both reached for the same paper at the same time, the skins of their hands just barely touching. Lois' flinched as Clark's hand touched hers and tried with all her strength to ignore the crashing wave of emotion that suddenly filled her stomach. Clark noticed the flinched and the warm tingling sensation that erupted from where her hand had touched his to spread throughout his body like he had just walk through a waterfall of warm water. Slowly, he raised his eyes and found that her hazel eyes were staring at his blues. Lois' mouth was dry and she slowly parted them to give her tongue some moving room but stop when she noticed Clark staring at her lips now. Excitement traveled in both of them. Seconds seemed like minuets and the air around them crackled with electricity. They both didn't notice each others faces inching closer together, getting closer and closer as each small second passed.

"We have a robbery in progress at Smith's Jewelery Emporium between Third and Central. Sending units over. Possible hostages. Take caution." The police scanner crackled loudly, smashing them both back into reality. Clark tore his gaze away from Lois to the police scanner, standing up in the process. Lois watched him and then glanced down at the paper that had moments before, laid forgotten. Quickly, she picked it up and concentrated really hard on placing the paper in back into place even though she had no idea if it went there. Replacing the wall she had over years put over herself, she wiggled out of what happened and put her game face on.

"Looks like we might have you out of those personals and onto newer and better things, Clark." She said, grabbing her coat and purse.

Clark watched her grab her things and start walking out to the staircase.

Noticing a lack of persons, Lois turned to see Clark looking after her. "Well, what are you waiting for? The story to come to us?"

His mind was going in so many directions. What had just happened. The robbery. And how the Blur was going to make an appearance if a certain persistent reporter was around him.

"Uh...We might need pictures. Stan's in the copy room. We'll meet you there." He stumbled.

"Um...Sure. Probably for the best. We always know how warmhearted you get with officers and warmheartedness doesn't get stories. Just hurry up, kay."

"Yeah." He said, wondering if he really did see a flicker of disappointment cross her eyes or if it was just the florescent lighting. He watched her climb up the stairs, her curls bouncing with each step. Whatever had happened would have to wait. Clark had a job to do.

Finally!