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

Awareness returned to Lucien in a violent rush, like surfacing from deep water.

One moment he'd been channeling Force Lightning at Damon in the collapsing chamber, the next...

This.

His arms were spread wide, wrists bound by chains that gleamed with an otherworldly light. The restraints extended outward into the distance, disappearing among distant stars and nebulae.

Stars. Nebulae.

Lucien blinked, trying to process what he was seeing. He appeared to be suspended in the middle of space itself – planets, stars, and cosmic phenomena surrounded him in every direction.

Some seemed impossibly distant, others close enough to touch.

"What the hell?" he muttered, testing the chains. They held firm despite his efforts.

The Force flowed differently here – stronger, purer, more responsive. It was like standing next to its source, the raw energy practically singing through his veins. He reached for it instinctively, trying to break his bonds.

The chains merely absorbed the energy, glowing brighter.

"Interesting," a feminine voice echoed through the void.

"Most interesting," agreed a second, slightly deeper voice.

"Most troubling," concluded a third, this one ancient and rasping.

The space before Lucien shimmered and warped. Three women materialized from the cosmic void, floating several feet away.

They appeared as if stepping through a curtain of reality itself, their forms becoming more solid with each passing second.

The first appeared youthful, with flowing golden hair and bright eyes that seemed to contain swirling galaxies.

The second was middle-aged, her silver-streaked dark hair pulled back severely, her expression calculating.

The third was elderly, withered hands clutching a pair of golden shears that glinted ominously in the starlight.

Despite his unknown, bizarre situation, Lucien straightened his posture, chin lifting defiantly. Show no fear. Project confidence. Predators sensed weakness.

'Okay, time to take big bro's advice- if ever caught, channel your inner Dean. Never appear weak.'

"The Moirai," the youngest spoke, her voice melodic. "The Fates. I am Clotho, spinner of the thread of life."

"Lachesis," continued the middle-aged woman. "I measure the thread, determining its length."

"Atropos," finished the eldest, clicking her shears meaningfully. "I cut the thread when its time has come."

They circled him slowly, moving in perfect synchronization like planets in orbit.

"Do you always chain up your guests?" Lucien asked casually, masking his internal alarm. "Or am I getting special treatment?"

The Fates exchanged glances, seemingly taken aback by his tone.

"He does not tremble," Clotho observed.

"He will," Atropos promised, her ancient fingers tightening around her shears.

Lachesis moved closer, studying Lucien like a curious specimen. "We have been watching you, Lucien Winchester."

"For nearly four years," Clotho continued, "we have observed as you've twisted the fabric of destiny."

"Unraveled carefully measured threads," added Lachesis with clear disapproval.

"Prevented necessary endings," Atropos concluded, her shears snipping at empty air.

With a wave of Lachesis's hand, the space around them transformed. Floating images appeared – windows into moments from the past four years.

A grizzled hunter named Carter - having been on a hunt with John, pinned beneath a fallen tree as a wendigo approached. In the image, John Winchester's phone rang – Lucien calling with a feeling like Carter is in danger, that made John rush in just in time and torch the bastard.

"Carter Finch," Clotho intoned. "Thread measured to end that night."

Another image: a suburban house at night, flames just beginning to lick at the curtains as a family slept.

A anonymous call to emergency services, made minutes after Lucien had bolted awake from a precognitive dream - this being one of the times he was trying to train his awareness of danger and the future outward of things directly affecting him.

Nearly had him down for a week - decided to never do it again.

"The Sullivan family," Lachesis said. "Four threads, all measured to end in that fire."

More images appeared: a young psychic girl who hunters had mistaken for a witch; a sheriff who survived a shapeshifter attack because Lucien had sensed the danger and warned Dean when he was on another observation hunt.

"Dozens of lives," Atropos hissed, "that should have ended."

"Hundreds of threads," Lachesis added, "now tangled beyond measure."

"So what?" Lucien challenged, his voice steady despite his racing thoughts. "I saved lives. Since when is that a crime?"

"Since it disrupts the cosmic balance!" the three answered in perfect unison, their voices reverberating through the void.

'But I am the cosmic fucking Balance,' was just on Lucien's tongue, wanting to annoy them, tease them in a pouty voice.

Something he's had quite the practice of doing, with how many times, Sam and Dean trained him on the art of making your captors slip up, with them, binding him to a chair, and acting like kidnappers.

But he held himself back. That wasn't something he wanted to reveal to anyone- ever.

Clotho floated closer. "When mortals change small fates, the pattern corrects itself. A life saved here means another taken there. Balance maintained."

"But you," Lachesis continued, her eyes narrowing, "your changes become permanent. The pattern does not correct."

"You exude life like no other," Atropos finished, studying him with ancient eyes. "You are an anomaly. It is why we directed you to your death, through Damon Salvatore. But yet still, you survive."

As they spoke, Lucien felt the Force flowing around him, responding to his emotions. He realized with sudden clarity that the Dark Side felt particularly potent here. This place – whatever it was – existed close to the cosmic fabric of reality itself.

'So that's why Damon was there. But why Damon if they want me dead? There are surely stronger beings out there if they can truly control the direction of people's destinies. No, they have limits, flaws- like all finite beings have. Ones I'm going to enjoy exploiting.'

Carefully, subtly, he reached out with the Dark Side, directing its influence toward the Fates. Not an attack, but a gentle manipulation – enhancing their frustration, their confusion, their doubt, to draw power from them, weaken them.

Something he's never tried before, but just feels right, and so easy in this place.

"Perhaps," he suggested mildly, "What you decide to be fate isn't as fixed as you believe."

The effect was immediate. Clotho's brow furrowed, her next words coming out sharper than before. "Nonsense! The threads are absolute."

"They must be," Lachesis added, speaking over her sister with unusual impatience. "Otherwise chaos-"

"Enough debate," Atropos interrupted, her ancient voice cracking with irritation. "The anomaly must be eliminated."

"Not before we correct this fool on-"

"There is no need for convincing when death-"

Their arguing continued for a long minute before the three Fates suddenly stopped, their expressions shifting from anger to confusion. They backed away from Lucien in perfect unison, their eyes widening.

"What manner of creature are you?" they demanded together, genuine fear creeping into their voices. "No human should be able to touch our minds!"

Lucien realized his manipulation had been detected, but it was of no matter. He realised what type of place he was in- or rather, what the best comparison to it was.

The Dark Dimension.

The place closest place to the threads of Space and Time- to possibilities.

The same place Darth Vader was able to unlock the full power of the Dark Side.

A slow, confident smile spread across his face.

"I should thank you for bringing me here," he said, his voice echoing through the cosmos like place.

"Thank us?" Clotho asked, confusion evident.

"What trickery is this?" demanded Lachesis.

Internally, Lucien acknowledged how close he'd come to losing control during his battle with Damon.

The Force Lightning had nearly consumed him, wild and untamed. Another few seconds and it might have rebounded, destroying him along with the vampire.

But he wasn't going to tell them that of course.

"Nothing. Just wanted to thank you, is all," he said cryptically, beginning to grasp the chains that bound his wrists, beginning to pull.

The Fates exchanged wary glances before breaking into mocking laughter.

"You cannot possibly believe you can break free," Atropos scoffed.

"Those chains stretch the length of Earth itself," Clotho explained condescendingly.

"They are the same that Zeus uses to bind Pandora's Mountain to Cronos's back," Lachesis added. "No mortal could break them."

Lucien met their gaze steadily, his smile never wavering. "We'll see about that."

He closed his eyes, reaching deeper into the Dark Side than ever before. In this realm, so filled with possibility- with life, the Force responded more intensily than ever before.

Power flooded through him, cold and exhilarating.

His spiritual form began to transform. His outline blurred, slowly becoming a silhouette of crimson energy and dark shadows that swirled around and through him like living smoke.

The Fates' mocking expressions faltered as they sensed the building power.

Lucien gripped the chains tighter, his being straining against bonds that had held for millennia. The metal began to glow red-hot where he touched it, responding to the Dark Side energy flowing through him.

"Impossible," whispered Clotho.

"No mortal has such strength," Lachesis insisted, though uncertainty had crept into her voice.

"Cease this futile effort," Atropos commanded, but there was fear behind her words now.

Lucien ignored them, focusing entirely on the chains. With a primal scream that echoed, he yanked with everything he had.

The chains snapped free from their anchors with a sound like reality itself tearing.

Lucien stumbled forward, now free but still dragging the broken chains behind him. The metal links clanked against the space beneath his feet, sparking with power.

The Fates' expressions shifted from disbelief to terror.

"What have you done?" they cried in unison. "No mortal has ever broken the chains of fate!"

"I'm not your average mortal," Lucien replied casually, with a manic smile.

The Fates didn't waste another moment. Their earlier curiosity vanished, replaced by pure self-preservation. They began chanting in an ancient language, cosmic energy gathering at their fingertips.

"You have upset the balance," Clotho declared, her youthful face now hard with determination.

"The anomaly must be eliminated," Lachesis agreed, her hands weaving patterns in the air.

"Your thread ends now," Atropos concluded, raising her shears high.

They attacked as one, launching bolts of cosmic energy that rippled with the power of endings.

Lucien raised his hands defensively, instinctively calling on the Dark Side. 

Suddenly Force Lightning erupted from his fingertips – not the blue-white energy he'd used against Damon, but blood-red lightning that crackled- destruction incarnated.

The red lightning tore through the Fates' initial attack, scattering their cosmic energy like dust in the wind.

Clotho took a direct hit and screamed in agony, her form for a moment almost ceasing to exist- becoming transparent before solidifying again.

Lachesis and Atropos quickly created a protective barrier, their expressions showing genuine fear now.

"What is this power?" Lachesis gasped, maintaining the shield as Lucien's lightning continued to assault it.

"It feels like... unmaking," Atropos responded, her eyes wide with shock.

Lucien advanced, dragging the broken chains that continued to spark and echo like they were hitting metal.

'I can't unlike Vader use the full potential of the Dark Side, the red lightning is so basic, that it holds not even a candle to its full potential. This place may be an amplifier, but it is nothing compared to the real deal. Still, it will do.' Lucien thought to himself, as his teeth-filled manic grin never faltered.

"Power! So much power! I can feel it! Unlimited Power!" Lucien roared in ecstacy to himself - his focus not even much on the Fates more on what he was feeling - as the red lightning intensified, branching out in all directions like a web of destruction.

The cosmic realm shuddered with each attack, stars flickering and planets trembling in the distance.

'Oh, I can understand so well now why Palpatine was so obsessed with power, it feels so good. I may have never had sex- but this feels orgasmic!'

"Ooooh... Yes..." Lucien moaned slightly, as he drew even more power, and poured even more into the lightning.

The Fates combined their powers, but found themselves being overwhelmed. Atropos was struck next, her form nearly unraveling under the assault.

"Sisters," she cried, "we must retreat!"

The Fates began moving backward through the realm, maintaining their weakening defenses while conferring hastily among themselves. They joined hands, beginning a different chant – one focused on escape.

"This is not over, abomination," they hissed in unison, their voices echoing through the void. "You may have broken our chains, but we will blind you."

"Your sight served you well," Clotho declared, her form beginning to fade.

"No longer," continued Lachesis, similarly becoming transparent. "We will block the rivers of time from your sight."

"We will seek the mighty Healer's aid if necessary," Atropos threatened, her ancient face contorted with hatred.

"Your sight will show only darkness," they proclaimed together as they faded. "We will make sure of that."

As they disappeared, the cosmic realm began to collapse around Lucien. The stars, planets, and nebulae blurred together, reality itself seeming to fold inward.

Lucien felt himself falling, the broken chains still wrapped around his wrists, until the lightning shattered them too, before they disappeared as he no longer poured power into them.

'Well... That was fun while it lasted. Let's do that again next time.' Lucien thought to himself with lopsided smile, almost looking drunk.

His last glimpse was of the Fates' hateful expressions as they vanished completely.

Then he was plummeting through space, falling faster and faster toward...

Reality slammed back into focus.

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Lucien gasped, finding himself exactly where he'd been – in the collapsing chamber beneath the plantation house, Force Lightning immediately pouring once more from his fingertips toward Damon's charred form.

Only a second had passed in the real world.

The lightning, now unstable without his conscious control, crackled erratically. A bolt arced back toward him, too fast to dodge completely. Lucien jerked his head aside, but the lightning still struck near his right eye, searing his flesh.

Pain exploded across his face as he collapsed to his knees, completely drained. His hands he realised were severely burned from channeling the Force Lightning, the skin blistered and raw.

The ceiling groaned ominously above him, massive stones threatening to crush him at any moment.

With his remaining strength, Lucien focused on keeping the structure from collapsing entirely. Across the chamber, Damon lay motionless against the wall, his body charred but still intact.

Lucien's vision blurred as he struggled to remain conscious. The Force felt distant now, harder to grasp, after becoming so tired.

A noise from above caught his attention. Through the haze of pain, he saw a figure dropping through a hole in the ceiling, descending on a rope.

"Lucien!" Dean's voice cut through his fog. His brother landed and rushed toward him, eyes widening at the sight of his injuries.

"Holy shit," Dean breathed, taking in the burns on Lucien's hands and the fresh wound by his eye. "What the hell happened to you?"

"Long... story," Lucien managed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Dean glanced at Damon's unconscious form. "Is he...?"

"Not dead. Just... out."

"Good enough for now," Dean decided, crouching beside Lucien. "Can you move?"

Lucien tried to stand but his legs gave out immediately. "Not really."

"Alright, little brother. I've got you." Dean hoisted Lucien onto his back, as he looked up, seeing the ceiling groaning, reasoning what was going on. "Hold on and keep that ceiling up just a little longer, Lu." he said with haste.

Lucien wrapped his burned arms around Dean's neck, biting back a cry of pain. "I'll try."

Dean moved quickly to the rope, calling up to the hole above. "Sam! Dad! I've got him!"

Dean began climbing, Lucien clinging to his back with the last of his strength. Sam and John pulled from above, helping them ascend faster.

As they reached the upper level, Lucien felt the last of his energy draining away. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I can't hold it anymore."

The telekinetic grip he'd maintained on the ceiling below released. Immediately, the rumbling intensified.

"Time to go!" John ordered, helping Dean get Lucien to his feet.

The three Winchesters ran through the collapsing mansion, John and Dean supporting Lucien between them. They burst through the front door just as the structure began imploding behind them.

The ground shook as they sprinted toward the Impala. Behind them, the Fairchild plantation house folded in on itself, centuries of history disappearing in a cloud of dust and debris.

"What about the vampire?" Sam asked as they reached the car.

"Still down there," Dean answered, helping Lucien into the backseat. "Buried under about fifty tons of house."

John slid in beside Lucien, examining his injuries with growing concern. The burns on his hands were severe, the skin already blistering. The wound near his eye had formed two vertical lines of burned flesh.

"Hospital. Now," John ordered as Dean started the engine.

"No," Lucien protested weakly. "They'll ask questions."

"You need medical attention," John insisted.

"Mom can... treat burns," Lucien managed before darkness took him. "Just need... bandages..."

As the Impala roared away from the plantation house, Lucien's head came to rest on John's lap. His father's calloused hand gently brushed hair from his forehead, careful to avoid the fresh wound.

"It's okay, son," John murmured, his gruff voice gentle. "We've got you."

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

Do tell me how you found it.

I hope you liked Lucien's short fight against the Fates.

So... The fates are going to make it so Lucien can't see the future as well as before. Let's see how Luci will adapt to that, and how far they could actually block him.

Well, I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)