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Myfanwy 2

A Mother's Love - Chapter Six

A Mother's Love - Chapter Six
Author: Milady Dragon
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): JackHarkness/Ianto Jones, Rowena Harkness-Jones/Henry Morgan, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton, Arthur/Merlin
Warnings: A little angst, a lot of fluff
Spoilers:  Mostly for S2, E12 and E13 of Torchwood
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better. Neither do I own Merlin, or anything here except for the concept and the OC's
Author's Note: This is the first story in the "Samara Wells Trilogy", and follows Jack's mother as she discovers a family she didn't even know she had.  This takes place in the Future-Verse, between the stories "Time Trap" and "Lost and Found"

Summary:  Doctor Samara Wells really hadn't been prepared for the two people who dropped into her life, ostensibly to hire her boat out for a trip to the Boeshane reefs...



 

1 April 5115 (Earth Standard Date)

Boeshane Peninsula, Planet Maker’s World

 

Samara had been told that he was dead.  The Time Agents who’d informed her had sounded so apologetic, so sympathetic when they’d come to her tiny flat in town to let her know that her son had been killed while on duty.  They’d brought back some of the belongings he’d collected through the years he’d been gone, and she’d never had the heart to even look through them.  The sealed box was in the bottom of her closet.

Samara was aware of everything that Anwyn had told her about her other father: Jack Harkness, immortal Director of the Torchwood Institute, who had taken that organisation and had made it great.  He’d been alive for over three thousand years, had once been a Time Agent, and who was mated to the progenitor of the Star Dragons. 

Who was her own beloved son, Jamys.

It wasn’t possible.  How had all this happened?  What had made Jamys into Jack Harkness?

And why hadn’t he come home?

Of course the answer to that was obvious.  After the way Samara had blamed him for losing Gray, of course Jamys hadn’t come back to that abuse.  She’d forced him away and into the military, and then into the Time Agents. 

Samara couldn’t even weep over it, because it was her fault that her only living son hadn’t let her know he was still alive.

The boat rocked heavily, and Samara ignored it, lost in her own misery.  Anwyn turned off the computer and stood up, and Samara ignored that too.  She heard Jones come back on board, and talk to his daughter, and that was ignored as well.  All she could think of was that her son was still alive out there, with a family that he loved and was loved by in return, and she hadn’t known.  That the Time Agency had lied to her.  Had they known that Jamys Franklinson and Jack Harkness were one and the same person?  Had they been covering up something, something they’d done to have made her son immortal?

What had they done?

“Are you alright?” a concerned voice startled her out of her thoughts.

Samara looked up, and saw Jones staring down at her, hair wet and worry in his eyes.  She didn’t know to react around him anymore, knowing that he was her son-by-marriage and not some stranger who’d simply come to the Peninsula to find reef stones for his mate. 

“Did you know?” she whispered, the words tumbling from her lips, not realising where they came from only that she suddenly needed to know if they had come on purpose, if they’d found her because of who she was, and that her son was the man this being loved for eternity.  Or had it been some sort of cosmic joke on her, to come this close to her son and perhaps not realising and that it had been the whim of a Star Dragon to prove that her Jamys had survived what had been thrown at him when she’d been convinced she’d never see him again.

Jones’ brows drew together, and he turned his gaze toward his daughter. “Anwyn, what have you done?”

The younger Jones looked defiant as she faced her father.  “I showed her, Tad.  I wanted her to know.”

The dragon sighed.  “I thought we’d agreed to find out more information before we did anything rash?”

“I couldn’t wait.  She wanted to know about our family, and then she asked about Dad…I didn’t show her anything until she asked.”

“You’re as impetuous as your Dad.”  Jones touched Samara on the arm, and carefully pulled her to her feet, steadying her as she swayed. “I apologise for my daughter, Dr Wells.  She had no right to break the news to you so baldly without us somehow preparing you first.”  His eyes then went hard.  “But we had to know…I had to know if you were going to reject Jack like you did Jamys.  I’m not about to put him through that again.”  He glanced at Anwyn, who was suddenly contrite in the face of her father’s anger.

“But you knew.”  She needed the confirmation, even though any anger at them for hiding something so important was quickly fleeing. 

Of course they’d want to make certain she wasn’t going to hurt Jamys again if they told her who they truly were…who her son had become.  Because she was absolutely certain that they would have told him straight away, to keep him from searching for her if he so chose and to keep him from being hurt in that eventuality. 

They had no way of knowing she’d do no such thing.

Not after being told that he’d died, and living with the idea that she’d never be able to hold him again, and to let him know just how sorry she’d been about what she’d done to him. 

She let herself slump against the Day Dream’s rail as father confronted daughter.  He was unhappy, quietly berating her as Anwyn stood her ground, determination writ large on her face.  She really wasn’t paying all that much attention, as she considered her own thoughts in the matter.

Would Jamys even want to see her?  Surely he would only think badly of her, after her harsh words to him.  Of course it hadn’t been his fault about Gray, but had he come to figure that out for himself?  Or did he still believe what she’d said, day after day, in her own misery, as she mourned her husband and her youngest?

Samara certainly hadn’t been in her right mind, and it had taken the loss of Jamys to knock her back to her senses.  Oh, not the loss of him to the army; she’d scoffed at that at first, thinking he would be washed out of training soon enough.  Jamys had always been a sensitive boy, and Samara hadn’t even considered that he’d end up on a battlefield somewhere and not right back home where he belonged.  It had never occurred to her that he might have forced himself to fit, in order not to have to come home. 

Everything he’d been through had, in the end, been because of her.

Would he have joined the Time Agency if she hadn’t forced him out of the only home he’d known?  Would he have become immortal in whatever way that had been done?  How much had his suffered because of her?

But then, as her attention went between each of the arguing pair in front of her, he would never have met this dragon; never had this child, or any of the other children.  They would not have discovered the five little dragon orphans. 

Chances were the universe would have been a very different place if she hadn’t been so negligent toward her own son.

Jamys Franklinson had grown into the extraordinary person, Jack Harkness, the man responsible for so much good in the Twelve Galaxies. 

She wished she could be proud of her own behaviour.  But she could never be.

But she could show Jamys the pride she felt in him, and to beg for his forgiveness.  Hopefully, he’d grant it.

“I want to see him.”

Her words cut through the rather heated discussion.  Father and daughter both turned toward her, Jones – she’d have to get used to calling him Ianto now – uncertain, while Anwyn was grinning as if Samara had given her the best present ever.

Maybe she had.  Samara would have to live up to that.

“I want to see him,” she repeated.  Samara held her hands out beseechingly, needing to break through the dragon’s doubt in her.  “He’s my son.  I might have treated him badly but…I need to see him.  To at least tell him I’m sorry…”

She didn’t want to think what she would do if Jamys didn’t accept her apology.  It would most likely kill something inside she’d long thought dead already, but was simply sleeping, waiting for the chance to let him know just how much she still loved him.

That she didn’t blame him for Gray.  That it had been her grief needing an outlet, and he’d been the closest one to her that she could heap all her pain onto.  It had been so very wrong of her. 

Ianto’s shoulders slumped at her words, his denial dissipating.  “He’s been through so much…” he began, only to be cut off by Anwyn.

“But this is why we’re here, Tad!  We decided this, the entire family, to see how our Gran felt about Dad, and if she wanted to see him!”

Gran.

The word made Samara’s heart throb, a pleasant pain that warmed her through to her very soul.  She’d dreamt of a child, someone she would love as much as she had her two boys, and there she was, a proud and intelligent person who’d grown up without a grandmother but who wanted one now.

Before she even knew it, Samara had pulled Anwyn into a fierce hug, tears flowing fast and furious as Samara held onto her with all her strength.  She didn’t ever want to let go.  She’d already missed so much, and to have a second chance had been beyond hope for so long.

Anwyn embraced her just as tightly, and Samara could feel answering tears soaking her blouse.  “I want to know everything about you,” she whispered, not sure if she was speaking loudly enough for Anwyn to hear, but she went on, unable to stop.  “I want to be there when you need me.  Please let me try?”

The Star Dragon – her granddaughter! – stepped back just enough to meet Samara’s eyes.  She was smiling so brightly, and it was Jamys’ smile, and Samara didn’t know how she’d missed the resemblance.  “I can call you Gran, right?  I’ve never had a Gran before, and I don’t think I’m too old to have one now.”

Samara returned the smile.  “You’re never too old to have a Gran, Anwyn.”

She was practically vibrating as she looked toward Ianto, her smile never diminishing.  “See, Tad?  I told you everything would work out.”

Ianto was shaking his head, his lips crooked upward in a helpless-looking grin.  “I admit, I wasn’t so sure.  But then I suppose I’ve gotten just a touch more cynical in my old age.”

“You’re not old, Tad.” She waved him off with one hand, the other still tightly around Samara’s waist.  “You’ve just been disappointed a bit too much not to be cautious.  Besides, I know how much you want to protect Dad.”

Samara smile was watery when she met Ianto’s eyes.  “I want to meet him,” she repeated.  “I know I don’t have the right, but you were checking me out to see if I still felt the same way as I did when he left…”

“We were,” Ianto admitted.  “He misses you.  Of all the memories he holds dear is his time here on the Peninsula, with you and his father and Gray.  There are times when he’ll forget things, because the human mind just wasn’t meant to hold all those years, but he’s never forgotten you.  But he’d never come back himself because he was afraid of his reception.  I don’t think any of us even considered the idea that the Time Agency would have told you he’d died when he escaped them, though.”

“I…” she swallowed against the lump in her throat, “I don’t blame him for that.  I was horrid.  I had no right to blame him for what happened to Gray.  Jamys had been a child, and if anyone was responsible it was his father.  Franklin should never have left them alone.  Every day, I regretted not being able to find him and tell him that.”

“Well,” the dragon said, squeezing her shoulders, “you’ll get the chance to do just that.”

 



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