Dune
The Spice Always Triumphs
BeautifulAlice
Summary: Missing scene for after the assassin's attempt on Paul. Paul and his father both meet, along with his mother.
Rated: G
Tags: family, aftermath, spies, assassins, major spoilers, lots of feels, light humor, other
Characters: Paul Atreis, other
Notes: I do not own Dune. This fic was written for fun not profit. This is my first ever Dune fanfic, after having watched some of the SciFi Original Series, Dune. Dune is written and owned by Frank Herbert.
"Mother-father," Paul greeted, hugging both of them as they entered his quarters. His father radiated with fury-but not at him, Paul realized. His mother looked anxious and upset, clearly stunned that someone dared to attack her son. "I'm alright," He reassured them quietly. "Really, the one who got more harm than I was the serving girl-she was utterly terrified," Paul admitted.
"I will see to her wellbeing," His father said swiftly. "You did well in protecting her," He added, proud-though fury still radiated from him.
"I was more surprised than anything…who would want to kill me?" Paul asked, frowning.
"Many of my enemies on this world…and the old," His father admitted, looking suddenly guilty. "Son, I am sorry, I should have forewarned you better of the danger…"
"No, father. It's not you. It's the coward who sent an assassin that couldn't face me in battle," Paul said seriously.
"The man may not be a coward, son, for sending an assassin is a wise move on his part. It shows that he is more interested in seeing the downfall of our home from a distance, rather than from up close." His father said. "It may yet keep your killer alive," He added, grimly.
"I can't stand it," His mother said, and then enfolded Paul into another hug. "You almost died!"
"Mother…if I had died, I would have died saving that girl's life. It senses movement, and she was as still as a rock-but she was clearly terrified. I think at first she didn't realize what was happening, as we had been talking before…"
"Oh?" His father asked, curious in spite of everything.
"About the spice-and how it affects the food and the air and everything. Why is it so potent? Where does it come from? How is it made?" Paul wondered. Then shook his head. "Nevermind. Was the assassin caught?"
"It will be shortly." His father reassured him, his face tight and angry once more at the thought of the assassin. "You will stay with Paul. Armed guards will be outside your door until the assassin in caught. I will have you both safe and sound." He hesitated, and said slowly, "The spice may always triumph over all else, but my love for you both will never compare to that of the spice." He said softly.
For a moment, the three of them stood together-silently, staring at one another-before that one, perfect moment was broken. Paul's father smiled, and said,
"Be safe,"
And then…he left.
Paul couldn't help but smile even as he was leaving, for it was one of the few times that he could recall his father displaying such emotion towards the pair of them.
And all it took was a near death experience.
Perhaps he should have them more often, he thought with an inner chuckle, while he turned towards his mother and began to escort her into his rooms.
End