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Chapter 11: Hanging Out

It had been a few weeks since Kristin had met with Tom and Chloe and she felt that she had been cured. Health wise and emotionally too. Spring had begun and it was beautiful outside, just like Tom had said it would.

One spring Saturday afternoon Kristin decided to get some coffee and read her new book at Port City Java. She hadn't been able to actually have a good cup of coffee for a few weeks. All it had been was herbal tea, cold medicine, and cherry cough drops.

She sat at he bar next to window, facing outside. She sipped her coffee and started reading her new book "A Great and Terrible Beauty", leaning her head in her hand.

Tom walked down the street finishing up his coffee. He walked by Port City Java and spotted Kristin. He smiled and walked up to the window. He knocked on it and she jumped up and spotted him. She smiled and he motioned that he was going to come in. She hurriedly put away her book and moved her purse off of the stool nest to her. He came in and sat down and the greeted each other. He asked her about her e-mail buddy.

"Well I took your advice, and told him that I think we should meet and he said that we should but not now, because he has a project that needs tweaking." Kristin said.

"Tweaking?" Tom asked.

"Yes. Tweaking."

"T-W-E-A-K-I-N-G?"

"Yes, tweaking, that's what he said." Kristin said a little agitated that Tom was making fun of IL59.

"Hmm, well it sounds to me like he's married." Tom smiled.

"Married? How can you even say that?" Kristin said in a disbelieving tone.

"Well, I think he is. He's married with kids." Tom nodded.

"He is not. I know it."

They argued for a few more minutes until Kristin had to leave.

"Hey how about the same time next week?" We can have lunch at the Bellagio café. I want to hear more about your friend." Tom said.

"Sure, but why don't I just e-mail it to you?" Kristin asked.

Tom's eyes got wide but then he covered with, "No I never check my e-mail."

"Ok, Same time at the Bellagio Café. See you then!"

"Yep, bye."

"Bye!"

As soon as Kristin got home she went to her computer and to her e-mail. She opened a new e-mail and wrote to IL59. She wrote:

I know it's a little late, but I was wondering…are you married?

Tom's Yacht

Tom cracked his knuckles responded to Kristin's e-mail. He wrote:

How can you ask me that? Oh, ok, I get it. You friends told you that why I'm going to meet you is because I'm married, is that right?

He was playing her again and he was happy about it. For once in a while he felt in charge of something and he knew the outcome.

The Daily Planet

The next day at work Tom came in whistling happily.

"Well I think that's a sign that something's going well." Chloe said.

"Yeah, it is." He smiled.

"And what, may I ask, is making you so happy?" Chloe asked as they walked into the lounge. They were the only two in there and the door was shut tight.

"Well, for once in a while I feel that that my life is in control. My best friend is getting married, my job is going well, I've made up with Kristin, and life is just so sweet." He grinned.

"Well that's good to know. WO!" Chloe yelled as she slipped on a big puddle.

But Tom saw it all in slow motion. She slowly was falling and when she would hit the ground she would fall on a glass cup that was sure to break and hurt her. He acted quickly and super-sped over and caught her.

"Wow, thanks," Chloe said, "Why are you using your powers?"

"Well, I, uh…" he faltered. He was lost. Why did he use his powers? It's not like he and Lana had made up. Well they had, but she didn't really know it and they didn't make up as Clark and Lana they made up as Tom and Kristin. Well, he definitely was in a good mood. Maybe that was why.

"Um, I'm happy?" he tried.

"Well, since you're so happy will you please use that heat vision of yours and heat the coffee. The machine is broken again." Chloe said.

"Sure." He answered heating it up.

"Thanks." Chloe smiled. Then Lois barged in and Tom and Chloe jumped up straight and pretended nothing had happened.

"I need a cup of coffee before I explode!" Lois barked.

"Here." Chloe said handing her one of Clark's.

Lois warily took it. Normally she wouldn't drink anything that didn't have Starbucks or another professional coffee label on it. She sipped it cautiously and said, "Man, that is damn good coffee."

"Don't tell me, tell him." Chloe said pointing to Tom.

"Welling, good coffee. You should make it more often." Lois said walking out. Chloe laughed heartily and Tom smiled sheepishly.

Bellagio Café

"He said, 'How can you even ask me that? Oh, ok I get it; your friends told you the reason I wouldn't go out with you is because I'm married? Is that right?' so, that explains it, he's not married." Kristin said.

"No it doesn't." Tom said.

"Yes, it does."

"No, he didn't say that he wasn't married."

"Ah-but-" Kristin stammered.

"Maybe he's fat."

"I don't care about that." Kristin said defending IL59.

"Yep, he's a fatty."

"I don't care."

"He's so fat that he has to be removed from his house by a crane and you don't care?" Tom laughed at his remark.

"That is very unlikely. That is completely ridiculous." Kristin laughed.

"Ok, what's his handle?"

"What?"

"His e-mail, what is it?"

"What? Why would I tell you that?" Kristin asked.

"What do you think I'm gonna e-mail him?" Tom asked.

Kristin gave him a look and he said, "Don't worry, I won't I just want to know." He started to pay the bill and she sighed, "All right. It's IL59."

He made a funny face and said, "I-L-59. I-L-fifty-nine. Wonder what it stands for."

"I know I've been thinking about that ever since I met him." Kristin said as they got up and left. They walked to a nearby outside shopping center and walked around.

"He's 59 years old," Tom teased, "He's been married 59 times." She gaped at him and playfully hit him in the arm. "The number of times he's been ill. The number of moles that's he's had removed and now that number of pot marks on his face." He laughed. Even Kristin had to laugh at that one.

"The number of people that thinks he looks like Brad Pitt." Kristin retorted.

"The number of people that think he looks like and arm-pit." Tom laughed even more.

"How about…how about…His address? No, he wouldn't do something that prosaic." She then changed her mind. Tom wiped his forehead at the close call he made.

"Well the only other thing I care about, beside the married thing, and the jail thing, is the boat thing." Kristin said picking out daisies.

"What boat thing?"

"I could never be with a man who had a boat.'

"I have a boat." Tom confessed.

"Oh." She said sounding somewhat disappointed.

"Which clinches it, we'll never be together." He teased while paying for her daisies.

"Thank-you." She smiled.

"Well, I could never be with anyone who likes Joni Mitchell. 'It's cloud's illusions I recall I don't know clouds at all.' What does that mean? Is she a pilot, is she taking a flying lesson?" Tom asked knowing that Kristin was very fond of the author Joni Mitchell, " It must be a metaphor for something, but I don't know what it is."

They walked over to a bench and sat down eating apples that they had bought.

"So how's your artwork coming?" Tom asked casually.

"Well, there's an art publisher I know and she's excited to see it when I'm done. Who would ever think that I would be an artist? You know what?"

"What?"

"The truth is that he was the one who started me thinking about painting again."

"Mr. 59 Felony Indictments." Tom smiled.

"Mr. 59 Insights Into My Soul." Kristin retorted.

Tom laughed and said, "Oho, no competing with that one." They gathered their things and started to leave.

"Hey, how about I bump into you again, say Saturday around lunchtime?"

"Yeah." Kristin replied excitedly.

"Ok, later."

"Bye." She said as she got up and they left in their opposite directions.

As soon as Tom got home he knew exactly what he was going to do. He dropped his keys on the counter and jogged to his computer. He waited edgily while the Internet loaded. It seemed to take twice as long and Tom thought he was going to explode if it didn't load soon. Finally it opened and he typed e-mail to Kristin. It read:

We should meet on Saturday. Say around 4:00? There's a garden in Spence Park on 91st street. I'll see you around the corner where the two sidewalks meet. I'll be there with Pete.

He sent it and roughed Pete around, excited about what he was doing. He had a big plan in his head and he knew it was going to be perfect.

A/N: Ok, hope you liked it! The next chapter is the last one! But I won't put it out for another week just to keep you guys hanging on your toes! Now REVIEW, REVIEW, And REVIEW!