Taken

Lois fumbled around with a stack of papers at her desk. School was closing for the Winter break, and she needed to get things in order before she left. Secretly, however, she knew that she was only using the work to distract herself.
   "Hey," Clark said from the doorway as he walked in.
   "Hey," Lois replied, slightly startled.
   Clark tried to make eye contact with Lois, but it seemed that no matter how he tried to lean towards her or move into her field of vision, she managed to turn the other way.
   "Lois, is something wrong?"
   "Nope. Nothing's wrong."
   "Then why are you avoiding me?"
   "I'm not avoiding you."
   "Yes you are; you've barely said ten words to me over the last week. What's going on?"
   Lois spun around and finally looked at him. "Nothing's going on, Clark, I just..."
   "...You just what?"
   Lois sighed. "I met up with Bart's 'grandma Iris' on Sunday."
   "You mean Iris West? The girl from the MJAs?"
   "No, I mean Iris Allen, the thirty-something-year-old lady from the future."
   "...Oh."
   "Yeah. She... she told me some things about the future. About you and me."
   "Really..."
   "Yeah."
   "...Good things?"
   "Well, yeah, it's just—"
   Bart and Diana suddenly walked in the room.
   "'Sup," Bart said, jumping into the nearest office chair and sending it rolling across the room.
   Diana nodded a "hello" at Clark and Lois.
   Lois gave a knowing look to Clark. "We'll talk later," she whispered.
   "So," Diana said, "What are all your plans for Christmas?"
   "I'm gonna stay in Smallville for the most part," Clark said.
   "I'm staying here with my family," Lois added.
   "Well," Bart said, leaning back in his chair, "I think I'm gonna go to Mexico."
   "Mexico?" Diana asked.
   "Sure. Cold 'aint really my thing. I figure I might go lay on a beach or something. And if I get bored, I can always just run back here in like five minutes."

   The other teens were in the middle of rolling their eyes at Bart when a gigantic BOOM shook the entire room, sending papers and desks flying in every direction. The four teens, aside from Clark, were all knocked to the floor. A blinding violet light flashed from the opposite side of the room. When the light dissolved, a woman stood in its place. She was tall, with long vibrant red-pink hair and robes made from golden metal and purple cloth. A mischievous grin was set on her face.
   The woman turned towards Diana. "Ah, there you are, little princess." With a wave of her hand, the woman cast a red sparkling light upon Diana's face. Without warning, Diana lost consciousness and slumped to the floor.
   Clark gritted his teeth, clenched his hand into a fist, and lunged toward the woman. Her hand raised toward him, however, halting his body in mid-air.
   The witch examined him. "Ooooh, you are a strong one. But I don't have time to play with you right now." She casually threw him into a wall without touching him. Once there, he remained pinned; unable to move by an unseen force.
   When the witch turned back towards the others, her face met with a blurred fist. She fell off her feet, glaring up at Bart with malevolent intensity. "HEARRGH!" she yelled, telekinetically pushing Bart with all her might into the wall opposite Clark. Bart collapsed, his head a bit too shaken for him to stand up or think clearly.
   "Who are you?!" Lois yelled.
   "Oh, honey, if you knew me, you'd be a lot more afraid. Good for you for not trying anything like these boys here, though."
   Without another word, the witch walked over to Diana's limp body, grabbed the Amazonian princess by her hair, and disappeared in another blinding flash.

   Bart, Lois, and Clark were left alone in silence. Clark abruptly fell off the wall, the holding spell apparently broken in the mysterious woman's absence.
   The three friends, shocked, looked at one another. They didn't need to speak; the shared look in their eyes all asked the same questions: What just happened? Who was that? What happened to Diana?