This is the first fanfic that I've ever written so feedback would be very appreciated!

Disclaimer: These are not my characters, they belong to the WB, DC comics, Al Gough and Miles Miller.

Rating: PG

A/N: I don't get the WB so please take into consideration that I haven't seen the 4th season yet, I've been watching the show on ABC Family. I just saw Shattered yesterday and this fic was born out of the idea of what would have happened if Morgan Edge and Lionel had managed to capture Clark and subdue Lex when Clark was affected by Edge's meteor rock necklace thingy.

Broken

When Clark awoke the pain had abetted somewhat to a dull, throbbing ache. He tried to twist around to a more comfortable position but in his weakened condition he couldn't move a muscle. Clark was still chained to the cold metal surface of the table. The chains gleamed a ghastly green in the bright glaring light of the lab. The light shining down upon him glowed a brilliant green; Clark knew that it had kryptonite components in it that helped to keep him in a weak state. Clark didn't know how long he had been tied up in the laboratory; it felt as if it had been for months. Men in white coats had hovered over him, injecting him with burning kryptonite chemicals that had made him writhe and scream in agony as he twisted about upon the table. The scientists had grown into faceless blurs after awhile, his mind hazed and muddled by the pain. They had also operated on him, cutting through his skin with sharp knives and examining his insides carefully. The pain had been so acute that he had blacked out a few times. He had been tied up to the table the entire time, except for one day when they had taken him to a small room adjoining the lab. The room had been lined with kryptonite and had a kryptonite tiled floor. They had thrown him into the room and had studied how long he would be able to stand it under these conditions. Clark had never been in such pain before in his life. Now as he lay upon the table he could feel the pain abetting somewhat, but he had a feeling that this was only the precursor to worse things to come. And he was right. Suddenly he heard the lab door slam open and the sharp sound of expensive shoes walking towards the table.

"Well, Kal. How are we doing? Having a fun time?" a voice gloated. Clark weakly turned his head and saw Morgan Edge bending over him, a grin of predatory delight upon his face. Although he had changed his face and even his voice, Clark would know that twisted, evil grin anywhere.

"Wh-Where am I at?" Clark managed to gasp out through the pain.

Morgan laughed. "You're at Cadmus Labs, Kal. You're the scientific property of LuthorCorp now."

Clark felt his stomach drop as he stared into Morgan Edge's malevolent eyes. He knew that if he had been captured by Lionel Luthor then he was in deeper trouble than he had at first realized.

Suddenly the lab door opened again and someone else entered the room. Tied to the table, Clark could not see who it was until the heard the familiar hated voice ringing out. "And how is Mr. Kent doing?"

Edge laughed. "He's not doing too well, Lionel. This kid was one lucky find, wasn't he?"

"He'll be of great benefit to science." Lionel smirked, and Clark could now see his bearded face as he bent to gloat over his new trophy.

"You'll not get away with-" Clark began, but suddenly broke down into a coughing fit. Both men smirked at each other. Edge chuckled.

"We won't get away with it, Kal? And who's going to stop us?"

"Lex won't let you do this." Clark said when he had managed to get his breath back.

Edge burst out into loud, spiteful laughter at this. Lionel rubbed his bearded face thoughtfully. "You're such good friends with my son, Mr. Kent." He purred, "Would you like to speak with Lex?"

Feeling an awful foreboding in the pit of his stomach, Clark nodded.

Lionel whispered something to Edge and then exited the lab. Edge still bent over Clark, his mouth twisted into a vicious smirk of pure delight. Suddenly the lab door opened again and Lionel reentered the room. Clark then heard a sound that chilled his very blood.

"Hush little baby, don't say a word, mama's going to buy you a mocking bird."

Edge turned a lever on the side of the table that Clark was lying on and suddenly it was raised so that Clark could see the inhabitants of the room. Lex was standing there, holding a folded up blanket in his arms and singing softly to it, just like he had done in the barn. His eyes were bloodshot and crazed, there was an insane smile upon his face as he gazed down at the blanket in his arms.

"Lex-" Clark said, shocked.

Lex's head shot up. He smiled a truly deranged smile at Clark. "Shhh, Clark. Don't wake the baby. Dad will be angry if you wake him up."

"You see, Kal, poor Lex here has gone incurably insane." Edge chuckled. "What with all of the drugs and electric shock therapy we've been giving him these last six months, he's now completely insane. We don't even have to drug him anymore."

Lionel looked regretful. "It's quite sad, Mr. Kent. We've had all of the best doctors in the world to look at him but they all say that he's incurable."

"Lex-" Clark sobbed, staring at his friend, "I wasn't able to save you." Suddenly his green eyes turned towards the two men who were gloating over him, and they both flinched under the anger in those eyes. "You're both monsters. I'm not going to let you get away with this." Clark's voice was low with rage.

"You're not in a position for threats, Mr. Kent." Lionel said, his eyes narrowing with hatred. Suddenly he turned towards his son. "Lex, why don't you go take the baby over there and sit with him for awhile?" he put a gentle hand on his son's shoulder and led him across the room to a chair that was sitting there. Still singing softly to the blanket, Lex sat down.

Then Lionel walked back to the table Clark was strapped on. "Now, Mr. Kent. We have a few moreexperiments we'd like to do…"

TBC...