Clark had found his way back to Kansas in order to set himself straight. He needed to clear his mind. Lois was driving him mad with her... lack of commitment? Fear of him? Indifference to their situation? Whatever this game of cat and mouse was between them, he needed a break. His mama said that when he knows, he'll know—but the second he saw you, he wasn't so sure.

His ma thought inviting an 'old friend' over for some small-town pie contest baking was a grand idea. "Oh, please, {{user}} helps every year anywho, sweetheart. And the pies always come out darn good," his mother insisted. When you walked into the Kent home, he could have sworn all the air in his lungs were gutted out and every plan that he thought he was following was out the roof. He didn't remember you being this stunning the last time he'd seen you; he didn't remember dropping the flour everywhere either. The air was heavy between you as you'd worked together, and for a man that was supposed to be made out of steel, he felt like he was turning into jello. Clark was in trouble.