In Supernatural TV/Vampire Diaries with The Force as the Chosen One

The darkness stretched endlessly in all directions, neither too warm nor too cold.

It was a canvas of infinite potential waiting to be shaped.

Lucien stood somewhere in it, cradling the small form in his arms. The infant-shaped manifestation of the Dark Side glowed with deep crimson light, pulsing gently against his chest.

Tendrils of darkness swirled around them both, occasionally brushing against Lucien's skin like curious fingers.

For minutes that felt like hours, Lucien simply held the child, rocking slightly as one would with a human infant.

The motion came naturally despite never having done it before. The Dark Side's presence felt in some ways alien and in others familiar – a feeling that made sense given this being his son- made from a piece of his own soul and his power- the Dark Side.

The infant's eyes – twin points of yellow light – gazed up at him.

Though it couldn't speak, Lucien felt its contentment flowing through their connection, a sensation like warm water gently hitting the skin, after being cold for a long time- slowly warming up.

"So," Lucien finally said, breaking the silence. "I guess I should say something, huh?"

The infant shifted slightly, its glow pulsing once in response.

"I've been researching Samuel Colt's journal," Lucien continued, finding it easier to start with something... practical rather than diving straight into the more... emotional side of things.

"Trying to see if there are any clues about how he made the Colt – you know, the gun that can kill almost anything."

The crimson glow flickered with interest, and Lucien felt a spark of curiosity that wasn't his own.

"Bobby and I think that if the instructions are there, they're not obvious. These journals have been hunted by monsters wanting them destroyed, and copied by hunters who managed to get their hands on them."

Lucien adjusted his hold as the infant squirmed slightly. "Colt wouldn't have made it easy to find. He'd have hidden it in plain sight, made it look natural so the copies wouldn't be pursued too intensely."

The Dark Side pulsed again, this time with something that felt like... appreciation? Respect for cunning, perhaps.

"That's assuming he left instructions at all," Lucien sighed. "We might be wasting our time. But if a way to create another weapon like that exists, we need to find it. There are things out there..." He trailed off, thinking of yellow eyes watching from shadows.

The infant's form suddenly intensified, burning brighter as it sensed Lucien's unease. Tendrils of darkness curled protectively around his wrists and arms.

"Hey, it's okay," Lucien soothed, instinctively stroking the child's back in small circles. "I'm fine. We're safe here."

The glow settled somewhat, though the protective tendrils remained.

Lucien looked around at the endless darkness and decided to make himself more comfortable. With a thought, he sat down, the darkness beneath him solidifying to support his weight. He settled the infant on his lap, facing him.

"This is strange, isn't it?" he said with a small laugh. "I'm not sure how to do this whole father thing."

The infant tilted its head slightly, yellow eyes unblinking.

"I mean, yes, I'm older than I look, but..." Lucien ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit from his first life that had carried over. "As you probably know, I'm not exactly great at connecting with people. Not by choice, anyway."

The Dark Side pulsed, sending a questioning sensation through their link.

"My family is different. They're... well, they're mine. People I naturally have and can trust – mostly, anyway." Lucien's mouth twisted slightly. "Others though... connecting is hard."

He looked down at the infant, whose glow had dimmed slightly as if in contemplation.

"I'm quite possessive," Lucien admitted. "I know that about myself. Loyalty is everything to me. It's probably why I've never sought out romantic relationships in either life. My possessiveness can be..." he searched for the right word, "...intense."

The Dark Side flared brightly in response, as if in perfect understanding and agreement. The sensation that flowed back to Lucien was one of fierce approval.

Lucien couldn't help but laugh. "Of course you'd understand that. You're part of me, after all."

He ran a finger gently over what would be the infant's cheek if it were human. The crimson light leaned into his touch like a cat seeking affection.

"So, I'm sorry, but I can't promise you'll have a mother anytime soon. Being physically eleven aside, I know myself well enough to know I wouldn't take betrayal lightly."

The Dark Side pulsed darkly, sending Lucien impressions of rage and retribution that matched his own unspoken thoughts.

"Yeah," Lucien said softly. "I've run the scenarios in my head sometimes in my past life. The very thought makes me want to..." He stopped himself, though the infant seemed to understand perfectly, its glow intensifying with shared sentiment.

"If I ever do get with anyone," Lucien continued, "they'd need to understand what they're getting into. I'm not unfair that way."

The infant made a movement that resembled nodding, its form shifting slightly in Lucien's lap.

"Anyway," Lucien said, changing the subject. "I've been thinking about names. You should have one – both of you should. It doesn't seem right to just call you 'the Dark Side' and 'the Light Side.'"

The crimson glow brightened with interest, the infant's full attention focused on Lucien.

"I've been researching some options," Lucien said, absently stroking the child's back as he spoke. "Names with meaning, that would suit who you are."

The infant leaned forward slightly, clearly eager.

"There's Erebus – primordial darkness in Greek mythology. Or Thanatos, personification of death. Khaos, the void from which everything emerged." Lucien listed each option carefully. "Apeiron, the unlimited or boundless."

With each suggestion, the infant's reaction varied – mild interest for some, indifference for others. None seemed to truly resonate.

"Personally," Lucien said finally, "I don't like any of them - too connected to those so called 'gods', but I want you to at least have some options. I've been thinking about Malek."

He watched the infant carefully. "It means 'King' in Arabic. Because in many ways, that's what you are – or could be. The ruling force of destruction and transformation."

The effect was immediate and dramatic. The infant's crimson glow flared brilliantly, filling the dark around them with ruby light. The yellow eyes burned like twin suns, and waves of approval – no, delight – washed through their connection.

Lucien laughed, genuine joy bubbling up at the enthusiastic response. "You like that one, huh? Malek it is, then."

Overcome with sudden affection, Lucien pulled the infant – Malek – closer against his chest in a crushing hug. The Dark Side's form molded against him, radiating contentment and happiness so intense it was almost painful.

"Malek," Lucien repeated, testing the name. It felt right on his tongue. He pressed his lips to the top of the infant's head, then its cheeks, overcome with a surge of fatherly love that surprised him with how much it was.

They remained like that for what could have been minutes or hours, time having little meaning in this place.

Eventually, Malek's head came to rest against Lucien's collar, the crimson glow pulsing in a rhythm that reminded Lucien of a heartbeat.

"I'm - as I said before - not experienced in this fatherhood business," Lucien said softly, breaking the comfortable silence. "But I know one thing for certain."

Malek's glow flickered questioningly.

"Even though we've only just properly met, I love you." The words came easily, without embarrassment or hesitation. "I think it's that 'unconditional love' of fatherhood people talk about."

Malek pulsed warmly against Lucien's chest.

"Though I find the term 'unconditional love' nonsensical, really," Lucien continued, unable to resist correcting the term, "It is very much conditional. The condition is that you're my son, born from a piece of me. That's the condition for this love, and it will always remain so long as you are my son."

The darkness around them seemed to deepen, wrapping around them both like a protective cocoon. Malek's form brightened slightly, as if pleased by this declaration.

Lucien's expression grew more serious. "I need to apologize to you," he said. "I'm sorry for making you feel neglected compared to your sister. That was never my intention."

Malek's glow dimmed slightly at the mention of his sister, the Light Side.

"The Force is new to this world," Lucien explained, gently stroking Malek's back as he spoke. "If I tried finding a fitting analogy – it's like an already finished structure suddenly having a completely new piece added. One that doesn't normally fit, but is forced to fit by moving things around until it does."

The infant shifted in his arms, listening.

"The Force is that new piece, and Creation is the structure. It's still in that volatile state it was in the moment it became part of everything, trying to stabilize."

Lucien's voice dropped lower. "And the Dark Side that you, my Son, have access to, are fashioned from, connected to, embodiment of, able to feel through, is the most destructive aspect of it – able to unmake all of Creation at full power."

Malek pulsed with something that felt like pride.

"I was worried about losing control," Lucien admitted. "It was never because I didn't love you or want to connect with you. I didn't know you felt jealous until you conveyed it through Sam."

The crimson glow flickered with what felt like embarrassment.

"I don't want to play favorites," Lucien continued earnestly. "In my first life, I was an only child, so I never had to compete with anyone. I loved my parents equally."

Malek's form shifted slightly, sending a questioning sensation through their link.

"Some people find it impossible to love people equally," Lucien acknowledged. "But I know that's not true. Love is conditional, based on what one likes about a person. Unless someone is perfect, they have flaws – flaws and good aspects that together make someone love them to whatever extent fitting those attributes."

The darkness around them swirled, conveying thinking about it.

"Two people don't need to be the same to be loved the same," Lucien explained. "They just need to have the same balance of flaws and good aspects. I see no flaws in either you or your sister. You're both perfect in my eyes, so I love you equally."

Lucien felt a subtle shift in their connection – a questioning that wasn't quite words but was understood anyway: Who is your favorite in your human family?

The question gave Lucien pause. He frowned thoughtfully, considering.

"I don't have one," he finally said. "It's just not in me to have favorites, I suppose. I don't know how."

Malek's glow pulsed with skepticism.

"It's true," Lucien insisted. "I don't look at just the immediate, but the past, present, and who they'll be in the future based on the present. Each one has enough flaws and good aspects that distinguishing who I favor more is nearly impossible."

He sighed, shifting Malek in his arms. "My point is, I won't play favorites. I never intended to, and I'm sorry if I did. It won't happen again – I promise."

The crimson glow brightened, radiating acceptance and something that felt remarkably like forgiveness.

"But you know," Lucien added softly, "I may not have experienced it in my first life, but in this one, I know how it feels to not be the favorite."

Malek's attention sharpened, yellow eyes fixed intently on Lucien's face.

"They seem to forget, but I can sense their emotions if I want to, no matter how they try to hide them." Lucien's voice took on a distant quality. "Sam is Dad's favorite. Dean is Bobby's. Sam and Dean are each other's. And Adam..." he hesitated, "Adam is Mom's."

"Maybe it was different before my memories returned," Lucien continued. "I don't know. But I'm not as close to Adam now because he doesn't understand me anymore. That creates distance."

Malek pulsed with protective indignation on Lucien's behalf.

"And Mom – Mom's favorite has always been Adam. I'm the mature one, always have been, even more so now with my memory return. It's become disconcerting to her."

Lucien gave a small, sad smile. "Don't get me wrong, they all love each other – love me – but they have favorites."

He stroked Malek's form gently. "To Mom, Adam is simply... well, simpler. She understands him better and can be a normal mom. With me, I've always been more complex to parent, especially now with all the cosmic baggage."

After a long moment of silence, Lucien shook his head, dispelling the melancholy. "Anyway, that's not important. What matters is that I feel our connection growing stronger."

Indeed, the link between them had solidified during their conversation, becoming a permanent bridge rather than the tentative connection it had been before.

"I think I need to go soon," Lucien said, feeling fatigue beginning to set in. Maintaining this level of connection was draining, especially so soon after his recovery from Force exhaustion. "But I'll come back. And I'll call on you more often – that's a promise."

Malek's form brightened anxiously, tendrils of darkness clinging to Lucien's arms as if reluctant to let him go.

"It's okay," Lucien soothed, pressing one final kiss to Malek's forehead. "We're connected now. Properly connected. I'm not abandoning you."

The infant's glow pulsed once more with acceptance, though the tendrils withdrew reluctantly.

"Goodnight, Malek," Lucien whispered. "My son."

His form began to dissolve into particles of twilight – neither fully light nor dark, but a perfect balance of both.

The last thing he saw was Malek floating in the ocean of darkness, content in the knowledge that he was loved.

Lucien's eyes opened to the familiar ceiling of his bedroom at Bobby's house. The connection to the Dark Side – to Malek – hummed steadily in the back of his mind, a new constant like the beating of his heart.

A small smile curved his lips as he whispered into the darkness, "Goodnight, Malek."

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(Author note: Hello everyone! I hope you all enjoyed the chapter!

Do tell me how you found it. I hope you all liked Lucien's... Talk? One-sided convo? Whatever the term for it is - with Malek.

Do tell me what you think about Lucien's words about love, and favorites and the like.

Well, I hope to see you all later,

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