Lois heard a familiar 'Hey' as Clark and Chloe walked out the door.
She sighed. Jack.
She turned to the front door when he knocked and invited him in.
"Hey, Jack."
"Hi Lois. How are you?"
"I'm good. You?"
"Oh, you know…same old, same old."
Actually, she didn't know.
There was an uncomfortable silence that followed. Lois hated it.
"Any particular reason you're here, Jack?"
He suddenly grew nervous, as if he were a boy guilty of a crime that was under scrutiny.
"Uh…yeah, actually, I did come by for a reason."
Lois waited for him to continue for about ten seconds. When he did not, she prompted him. "And…"
"Uh, well…I was wondering if you'd…uh…like to go out and grab a cup of coffee or something."
Lois sighed. "Jack…you know I can't."
"Why? He's not coming back, Lois. You know he's not! It's been fourteen years!"
"He'll come back."
"Oh, come on, Lois! He left you when you were nine months pregnant with twins. What does that tell you? He left you! Probably for some other girl, too! He didn't care about you like I do!" Jack waited for a response, and when he didn't get one, he ask her, "Will you at least give me a chance?"
Lois sighed again. "I'm sorry Jack, but no. He will come back. You never knew him. I did."
"Lois –" Jack began.
"Jack, just…please…leave."
Jack shot Lois a pleading look, one which she ignored. He sighed, defeated, and walked out of her house, slamming the screen door behind him.
Lois turned her back against the door and leaned on the counter, silent tears splatting on the surface.
"Why won't you come home, Clark?"
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