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

Lucien sat cross-legged on the floor of his bedroom at Bobby's house, staring intently at the pen on his desk. His jaw clenched as he extended his hand toward it, fingers splayed.

"Come on," he muttered, focusing on the Light Side of the Force.

The pen wobbled slightly, then lay still. Frustration bubbled in his chest as he tried again, reaching deeper for that familiar warmth that had once come so easily.

Before Roanoke. Before Damon. Before Katherine.

His hands trembled as he extended them again, and an uncomfortable warmth spread through his body. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the cool room.

"Just a pen," he whispered. "I used to move cars."

The memory flashed unbidden – Katherine's cool fingers on his cheek, trailing down his neck. Her lips brushing against his skin as she whispered about worship and gods. Her hands sliding lower, touching him in places that made his body react against his will.

The pen clattered to the floor as Lucien dropped his hands, breathing hard.

He couldn't concentrate.

That was the problem. His emotions were chaotic, scattered like leaves in a storm. And the Light Side required calm, control – exactly what he couldn't manage right now.

He didn't want to use the Dark Side either. He's been using too much of it - he doesn't want to become unbalanced.

That... Would probably not be good.

Not just for him. But the entire universe.

Lucien ran his fingers through his hair, exhaling sharply.

He'd been waiting for his daughter to reach out to him, as Malek had done. But she hadn't and hadn't and hadn't.

He has been connected to her the longest, yet she never reached out to him.

Does she dislike him or something?

He was afraid of hurting her before, but it may be worse to not act now than stay anymore patient.

"Enough waiting," he decided aloud.

He adjusted his position, straightening his spine and resting his hands on his knees. Closing his eyes, he focused on his breathing – in, out, steady and deep.

The physical world began to recede, sounds growing distant as he reached inward, searching for that gentle luminescence he'd felt only fleetingly before.

The bedroom around him dissolve, as he felt his soul leave his body, and pass through a veil into an elsewhere - a thread binding him still through it with his body, causing whatever happened to his body to happen to his soul.

A most vulnerable state, but the only way to meet them on a ground where they would gravitate towards each other.

-----------------------

When Lucien opened his eyes, he stood in a garden of beauty.

Sunlight filtered through trees with leaves that shimmered like polished jade.

Flowers in colors he'd never seen on Earth bloomed in cascading patterns.

Crystal streams wound through the landscape, their water so clear it seemed almost invisible.

The air smelled of jasmine, vanilla, and something else – something pure and indescribable. The temperature was perfect, neither warm nor cool, as if the concept of discomfort couldn't exist here.

"This is..." he began, turning slowly to take in the paradise surrounding him.

A small figure crashed into his legs with surprising force, nearly knocking him over. Lucien stumbled backward, landing on soft grass as tiny arms wrapped around his waist.

"Daddy! Daddy! You finally came!" a high, musical voice exclaimed.

Lucien looked down in surprise at the child clinging to him. She appeared as a little girl perhaps four years old, with flowing golden hair that moved as if underwater despite the still air.

Her skin emitted a soft white glow, and when she looked up at him, her eyes shifted between bright blue and molten gold.

"You're..." Lucien began, awkwardly returning the hug.

"Light been waiting and waiting!" she exclaimed, pressing her face against his chest. "So long!"

When Lucien tried to create some space between them, her arms tightened around him. Rather than risk hurting her, he remained seated, letting her nestle against him.

"Why are you holding on so tight?" he asked gently.

She pulled back slightly, just enough to look at his face. "Light afraid Daddy leave too quick. Light waited so long for Daddy to visit."

Confusion furrowed Lucien's brow. "I was waiting for you to call me, like Malek did."

Her golden eyes widened. "Light thought... Light thought Daddy mad."

"Mad? Why would I be mad at you?"

She fidgeted with the hem of her flowing white dress. "Light knew Mally was hurting. Didn't tell Daddy." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Light bad for keeping secrets?"

Understanding dawned on Lucien. "No, you're not bad. I could never be angry with you. Yes, I was confused, and disliked it, but there was never any geniune anger towards you."

Relief washed over her features as she relaxed slightly, though she maintained her grip on his shirt.

Lucien noticed how her light pulsed with her emotions, brightening with her relief. Around them, flowers turned toward her like sunflowers following the sun.

"Have you been alone here all this time?" Lucien asked.

"Not alone-alone. Light feels Mally sometimes." She tapped her chest. "Here. But not same as Daddy visiting." She looked up at him with innocent hope. "Daddy stay long?"

Guilt twisted in Lucien's chest as he realized how he'd unknowingly neglected this aspect of the Force – his daugther.

He shifted position, sitting cross-legged with her in his lap.

"I'd like to give you something," he said.

Her glow intensified slightly. "Present for Light?"

"A name," Lucien said softly. "Your own name, like Malek has."

The effect was immediate and dramatic. Her light flared so brightly that the entire garden was illuminated, as if a second sun had appeared.

Flowers that had been closed burst into bloom, and butterflies materialized from nowhere, their wings catching the golden radiance.

"Light can have name too? Like Mally?" she asked, bouncing slightly in his lap, barely containing her excitement.

Lucien nodded, smiling at her enthusiasm. "I've been thinking about it for some time, and have come to a decision too. Was simply waiting for you to call me."

The fact is - he was afraid of overwhelming her. The Light Side is all about peace, calm emotions, not the overwhelming, all consuming kind, but the one where one still has a clear head.

Her being the literal embodiment of it - he was afraid of hurting her, injuring her by forcing a meeting, thinking it best that she sought him out like her brother did.

It seems he was wrong.

She held her breath, entire body vibrating with anticipation.

"Elara," Lucien said, the name feeling right on his tongue. "It means light and brightness."

The moment the name was spoken, the garden pulsed with golden light, as if the realm itself recognized and accepted the naming.

Elara's eyes widened, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' of delight.

"Elara!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck. "Daddy gave Light name! Elara, Elara, Elara!" She repeated it joyfully, testing how it sounded.

"And you can be Ela for short," Lucien added, surprised by how moved he felt watching her reaction.

"Ela," she tested, then nodded vigorously. "Elara when serious. Ela when happy. Both good, good, good!"

She sprang from his lap and danced around him, trailing light like a comet's tail, repeating her name in a singsong voice.

Flowers bloomed instantaneously in her footsteps, and the butterflies followed her movement in a kaleidoscope of color.

After completing her circle, she launched herself back into his arms, hugging him fiercely.

"Thank you, Daddy! Best present ever! Elara so happy!"

Lucien held her, struck by the purity of her joy. "I'm sorry it took me so long to visit you."

Her light dimmed slightly as she settled in his arms. "Elara thought Daddy busy with important things."

"Nothing's more important than you and Malek," Lucien assured her.

Elara fidgeted with his fingers, her small hands tracing the lines of his palm. "Elara knew about Mally hurting. Didn't tell Daddy." She looked up, eyes wide and solemn. "Light... Elara didn't want to make Daddy talk to Mally if Daddy was mad at Mally."

Lucien's brow furrowed. "Why would you think I was mad at him?"

"Daddy not visit Mally for long time after Mally first called. Then Daddy only visit when Mally very, very loud." She tapped her chest again. "Elara loves Mally but loves Daddy most. Didn't want to make Daddy sad or angry."

The simple statement struck Lucien, hard. "You were protecting me?"

Elara nodded solemnly. "Elara never want Daddy hurt or mad. Especially not with Elara." Her light pulsed with anxiety. "Elara not want to bother Daddy or make Daddy come if Daddy busy."

Lucien pulled her close, deeply moved by her concern. "Listen to me," he said gently. "I love you and Malek equally. I will always be there when either of you needs me. You never have to be afraid to call for me, understand?"

"Promise?" she whispered.

"Always," Lucien assured her. "Always, always, always."

Relief brightened her glow once more as she nestled against him. "Elara loves Daddy most of all people."

They sat together in a long comfortable silence, Elara playing contentedly with his fingers while Lucien watched her.

The garden around them seemed to breathe with her happiness, colors intensifying wherever her attention fell.

As he observed her innocent joy, a realization began to dawn on him – slow at first, then with increasing clarity.

For Elara and Malek, he truly came first. Not as an obligation or responsibility, but as the center of their existence.

The contrast with his human family struck him suddenly.

Dean's focus inevitably fixed on Sam when things were dangerous.

Dad's protectiveness, while covering all his sons, burned strongest for Sam and Dean – the boys from his marriage, his sons with Mary, the true love of his life.

His mother's growing distance and preference for Adam had become so normal he barely noticed it anymore.

Adam himself, confused by the changes in Lucien, had naturally gravitated toward the familiar comfort Kate provided.

Even Bobby, the least obviously preferential, had a special bond with Dean – recognizing in him the burden of responsibility that mirrored his own life. Seeing himself in him.

For years, Lucien had lived with the knowledge that in a crisis, if choices had to be made, if they just HAD to choose, he... would never be the choice.

He'd felt it through their emotions initially, unable to control his empathic abilities

Like a constant whisper in his head, an understanding of who they loved more, and what they would do for them - conscious and subconscious level.

Later, when he could shield himself, he'd chosen not to – preferring the constant low ache to being... blindsided by the truth in a moment of crisis.

He didn't want to be broken were the time to come where they had to choose.

The worst of it though... Despite all of this, he didn't really hold any grudge against them. He couldn't feel any anger, or hate, or bitterness towards them for it, because it isn't their fault their love moves towards who it does.

Dean isn't a bad brother for loving the little brother he himself raised like a son above everyone else.

Sam isn't evil for loving Dean - the brother who was essentially a 2nd father, and sometimes his only father - above everyone else.

John wasn't a bad father for loving his older sons more than his younger ones - he makes sure not to let it bleed into his actions. It is not his fault his 2nd youngest is an empath who can feel it, when he tries so hard to not let it make him unfair.

Bobby isn't a bad person for being more drawn to someone he can understand, it is simply human nature.

As is that his mother loves the son who didn't ruin her life more than the son who did.

Same thing with Adam.

That his brother is a reincarnator, a freak of nature, one that he can't understand, having become an entirely different person overnight and pulled him inadvertibly in a world of monsters, causing him to gravitate towards their mother more, rather than the stranger in the skin of his brother, is completely natural.

Elara sensed his emotional shift, looking up with concern.

She reached up to touch his face, her small fingers cool against his skin.

"Daddy sad? Elara make better?"

The innocent question broke something in Lucien.

For the first time since regaining his memories, since creating the Force, since becoming something more than human – he began to cry.

Tears welled up and spilled over, years of feeling secondary, of being the afterthought, suddenly finding... release.

Elara's eyes widened in alarm. "Daddy crying! Elara do bad thing?"

Lucien shook his head, unable to speak as sobs wracked his body. He pulled her closer, hugging her with desperation.

She didn't complain despite the tightness of his embrace. Instead, her light enveloped him in warmth as she repeated, "I love you, Daddy, don' cry." over and over, her small hand patting his back.

Yet he could only cry harder. And so that is what he did.

For a long time - as he held his beloved daughter close. Promising himself to never treat them like they were second.

Placing them before even himself.

--------------------------

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

Do tell me how you found it.

I know - I know, back to back emotional chapters, can be... emotionally tiring. But! It was... necessary.

I'll get back to training, and action next chapter, don't worry.

Well, I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)