A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first ever fanfiction so be kind to me! I absolutely adore Luke so I did what all fans do when they love a character; torture him! :D

This fic does not, nor will it ever, contain Slash.

Please forgive the punctuation and other errors - feel free to correct me.

Warnings: Contains child abuse later on- nothing sexual

Disclaimer: I do not own Clark or Luke Triton. [Insert something funny here]

*****Edit 1: So I decided to change up the wording...like a lot. I mostly added and made the sentences sound better. The basic idea and events of this chapter are still here, but I felt I could do much better than what I had.

Prologue Part 1:

Dinner Disaster

~L~

The Violet Swan, a restaurant of high class, was bustling with activity on this June evening. Plates clanked, waiters hastily took orders, and a calming melody was being played by a corner pianist. It was the perfect atmosphere to conduct any business meeting in.

Young Luke Triton was feeling rather conflicted at the moment. He was currently seated at his father's right and among many of the man's colleagues and employers. He shuffled slightly in he seat as he contemplated the best course of action to take. You see, the plate Luke had been presented held a thick piece of fillet mignon. The boy prodded at it with his fork and cringed when the meat's juice dripped onto his plate. It wasn't so much that the dish was distasteful, in fact many would be more than happy to consume this meal, but rather that Luke did not tolerate meat. Being able to gossip with animals, it was only natural that the boy was a vegetarian.

"Um...excuse me, father." He said addressing the gentleman next to him. Luke spoke so low that his voice was almost lost among the chatter of the table.

Clark Triton had been in the midst of conducting a more-than-friendly conversation with one of his female colleagues when his son had spoken. "Please excuse me for a moment Libby." The man stated before turning to his son. In a somewhat annoyed tone, he asked, "What is it Luke?"

Luke couldn't help but shutter at his father's tone. He had been more than fearful that he would make a bad impression on the individuals at the table. "W-well...It's just that as you know I don't eat meat and-"

The woman known as Libby interjected forcibly."You don't eat meat? How comical! What are you afraid of cows? It's dead sweetheart." She flipped her curled blonde locks and smirked. The fur coat hanging loosely around her petite build made it obvious to everyone what she thought of animals.

"T-that's not it at all! I have a moral obligation not to-"

A gentleman higher up on the corporate ladder was next to interrupt Luke. He was known as Mr. Holder. Said man did not find the current conversation humorous so much as disgraceful. "A moral obligation? What are you some tree-hugger? If you ask me all animals are good for is meat!" He said thickly before adding; "All real men eat meat."

"Then I guess I'm not a real man." Luke pondered saying, but did not have the bravery after noting his father's cold glare.

"Now that statement wasn't quite accurate," Libby added. "they make fine coats." As if to prove her point, she affectionately patted her mink covering.

"How could say such a thing?" Luke yelled, desperately trying to plead his case. "Animals are the friends of humans!"

By now Clark's face was pale. Many of the colleagues who had been tending to their meals and separate conversations now gawked at Luke.

"Friends? Such uncivilized beasts can't be friends to humans!" One woman stated, laughing.

Another man added; "How foolish a thought!"

Mr. Holder's angry eyes met Clark's. He was not amused in the least. "Clark, you should be ashamed to have a boy that defends beasts!"

"Animals are not beasts! And they are so much more than food and fur!" It was becoming a lost cause to poor Luke, he was completely out numbered by adults.

"How would you know? They can't even think!" Libby laughed. She then began to apply more of her striking red lipstick.

Something inside Luke snapped at this moment. The boy rose from his chair. All of his previous fear melted away for an instant as he stated, "I know because I can talk to them!"

The boy's father shot up from his seat. "Please excuse him, friends. As you can probably tell, he has quite the imagination!" Giving a soft laugh that did well in hiding his ultimate rage, Clark put a hand on Luke's shoulder. Most at the table were too busy laughing at the turn of events to notice the force behind Clark's hand- and the quite visible cringe on his son's face.

~L~

Eventually, things calmed down. The individuals had all turned back to conversing amongst themselves- leaving Luke to think of the trouble he was in. The bruise forming on his shoulder was more than proof of this fact.

Mr. Triton had been able to convince Mr. Holder that his son had merely been joking and was actually full from his large lunch. This was of course untrue, but the gentleman decided not to pursue the matter. If his employee was raising a tree-hugger, it was none of his concern. The two were currently discussing the best way to expand the company. Clark was trying to convince the man that his idea would be most beneficial. (Not just to the company, but to him as well)

Luke's demeanor brightened slightly when a group of waiters appeared bearing pieces of chocolate cake. So far, the boy was finding it true that all troubles could be melted away by the sweet taste of processed cocoa beans, if only for a short while.

It was then that a plump woman with a rather tall head of red hair spoke to him. "So, Luke was it? Do you have any plans for the future? I don't presume you are planning to be a veterinarian are you?"

The boy finished chewing his cake before replying. "No ma'am. I was hoping to study in the field of law enforcement." He smiled widely. "I want to be a great detective!"

The woman frowned slightly. "Well that doesn't seem productive! Detectives don't make much money at all. How do you expect to raise a family with such a career?" She looked to Clark who was still discussing the conditions of his deal. "I recommend you study business like your father. He is quite sharp when it comes to the subject. Perhaps he can teach you a thing or two."

After a quick glance in his direction, Luke noted his father's light smile. He must have been listening.

"With all due respect ma'am, I don't think business is my calling." Luke said slightly ashamed. While he had become somewhat accustomed to people frowning on his chosen profession, the boy hoped this time it would be different. "I feel that-" Luke stopped when he accidentally swept a fork off onto the floor. With an embarrassed smile, he said, "Um, please excuse me for a moment." and ducked down under the table to retrieve it.

After a bit of searching, Luke found the piece of silverware. It lay under the leg of a certain male occupant of the table. Unaware of whom the gentleman was Luke reached for it, touching the leg in the process.

What happened next was an utter disaster.

The conversation Mr. Holder was having stopped abruptly when he felt something under his leg. "Oh lord a rat! A rat is under the table!" The stern man screamed as his leg leapt up in panic. It had quite harshly hit the underside of the table. "Bloody Hell!" He cursed while grabbing his knee.

The force from the blow caused the table to shake. Plates tumbled to the ground and shattered. The people around the table were in hysterics. Luke, who was scared out of his wits and being kicked from all sides, hastily crawled out from the table. In the process of getting up however his head hit the edge. This time a glass of red wine tipped over…spilling all of its contents on a certain fur coated Libby.

"LUKE!" Clark Triton bellowed, his face beet red.

A/N: So how is it so far? I'm pretty much writing this as I go along, but I do have a basic Idea in mind.

If you review I will update sooner!

-Jay