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Myfanwy 2

A Mother's Duty - Chapter One

A Mother's Duty - Chapter One
Author: Milady Dragon
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): JackHarkness/Ianto Jones, Anwyn Harkness-Jones/Gwaine, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton, Arthur/Merlin (Mentioned)
Warnings: Angst, Mental Health Issues, Reincarnation
Spoilers:  Mostly for S2, E12 and E13 of Torchwood
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better.
Author's Note: This is the second story in the "Samara Wells Trilogy".  It deals with some issues that might be distressing to some, especially mental health issues concerning Jack's brother, Gray.  I'm not a trained therapist, so anything in here that might not work in the real world...well, it's all on me.

Summary:  Samara Wells got one of her sons back.  It's time to try and get the other back as well. 


 

15 August 5115 (Earth Standard Date)

Gliese 581g (Hubworld)

 

Samara quite liked Gliese City.

This was only the second time she’d been there, but it had impressed her easily; not that that was difficult, as she was from a colony world that wasn’t up to cosmopolitan standards as yet.  Gliese City wasn’t that large, only taking up about fifty square miles out of the entirety of the planet, but it was where anyone who lived and worked on Hubworld could be found. 

Tall buildings stretched up into the red sky, the almost-lurid light of the planet’s primary glittering against the glass. Brass-coloured clouds scudded overhead, and Samara could have sworn they were rainclouds from their shape; she’d long ago learned to read the weather.  It had been necessary on Maker’s World, where storms could come up from the sea quickly, and it didn’t do to get trapped out on the open ocean when that happened.

Still, it wasn’t raining as Samara crossed the Harkness Plass that led toward Torchwood Tower, the tallest building in Gliese City.  The crowds were bustling through the open plaza, of all races and genders, some of them Samara not recognising right off.  This was another reason Gliese City impressed her: the sheer number of different peoples that could be seen at any given time, all of them either working for or having family members that worked for Torchwood.

Of course, she’d heard of Torchwood back on Maker’s World, but what she’d been told had seemed like a lot of baseless rumours, and even what she’d been able to research herself had seemed far-fetched.  It wasn’t until Jack and Ianto had brought her here the first time that Samara realised just how large the organisation was…just what it was her son and his mate had built.  Torchwood was the power at the very foundation of the Empire; it was what made certain the various races of the wide-flung Human Empire and their allies could work together.  It also policed the time lines, since the Time Agency had been disbanded – not that Samara was ever going to miss it, after they’d lied to her about her son – and it helped those that were victims of the Rifts that were sprinkled all over the Universe. 

It had seemed like an impossible task to Samara, and yet it had been her son – her wonderful, immortal son – who’d managed to accomplish this thing.  She couldn’t have been more proud.

She’d taken the transmat from Ddraig Llyn.  The receiving station was situated on one corner of the Plass, diagonal from the entrance to the Tower, and according to her son it had always been there even though the transmat system was only used for quick trips and emergencies, and by locals who wanted to get from the outskirts to work in the various offices in the area.  Nearly every other visitor came through the spaceport or through the orbital platform that acted as a third moon for Hubworld.  She knew for a fact that her granddaughter, Anwyn, kept her ship, the Serpent’s Tooth, at the ground-based port when she was on-world, in its own docking bay.

At the present time, though, Anwyn was on Earth; Samara knew that because she’d just seen her this morning at breakfast.

No one back home – and it was home, even though she hadn’t lived there for very long – even knew that Samara had come.  She knew Jack would have tried to talk her out of it if he knew her purpose in coming to Hubworld.  Ianto would have sided with her, though, and the last thing she really wanted to do was cause any form of strife between her son and his mate.  She loved them both too much to have this become a bone of contention.

The front doors of Torchwood Tower were glass and gleamed invitingly in the sunlight as Samara approached, sliding open as soon as she got close enough for the sensors to read her presence.  The lobby of the tower was several storeys, piercing up into the upper floors; the moment the doors had shut the light within the building polarised so that the redness was gone, leaving it compatible for the majority of the eyes that worked within.  Samara blinked for a second to clear her vision of the faint, reddish tinged spots, even as she kept heading toward the reception desk where an Earth Reptile – also known as the horribly misnamed Silurians – sat, a comm looped over one head ridge so that it pressed up against the tiny hole that was the being’s ear.

“Welcome to Torchwood,” the Earth Reptile greeted, his third eye blinking even as the primary pair smiled at her. 

“I’d like to see Director Coulson please,” she requested, returning the smile.  “Can you let him know that Dr Samara Wells would like a moment of his time?”

The receptionist touched the comm on his head.  “Bratsk, could you please inform the Director that Dr Samara Wells would like to see him?”

Samara knew that it was addressing Phillip’s personal assistant, Bratsk.  She’d met the Zygon on her first visit to Hubworld, and had thought she could like hir if they ever had the chance to really talk.  Bratsk was efficient, and could pull off being friendly while getting a person to do exactly what hir wanted them to do.  The Zygon managed to handle Phillip’s schedule with the aplomb of someone who was well aware that they were working for one of the most important people in the Empire and yet made it look disgustingly easy.

There was a moment’s pause in conversation, and then the Earth Reptile was nodding.  “Yes, I’ll send her right up.”  He disconnected the comm and blinked up at Samara.  “The Director is free and will see you now, Dr Wells.”  He looked impressed, and Samara had to guess it was very unusual to have someone just walk up, ask to speak to the Director of the Institute, and be let in without an appointment with little wait time.  That made sense, considering that Phillip would be a very busy man.

Still, she wasn’t just anyone; she was the Director’s Grandmother-by-mating, and Samara figured that earned her a little consideration.  Not that the Earth Reptile knew that, of course.

The receptionist told her where the Director Level lift was, and Samara thanked him before heading across the foyer in the direction she was given.  When she found it, all Samara could do was stare at the keypad that was at chest level on the wall, and she sighed as she realised she didn’t have the codes to open the lift, let alone get it to go up to where she needed it to.

Samara sighed again.  Of course there was a code.  She could recall Jack inputting the numbers into the pad on the one time previous that she’d visited.  She hadn’t paid any attention to it at the time, and now she was wishing she’d looked over her son’s shoulder and memorised it. 

Just as she was thinking she needed to go back to the reception desk and ask for someone to come and get her so she could avoid the curious eyes that were staring at her as she stood there, helpless to Torchwood’s security, the double doors hissed open.

The inside of the lift was empty, but Samara didn’t hesitate.  She stepped inside, and the doors slid shut.  There was a small, quiet slide as the car began to move upward.  Pleasant-sounding music was piped into the car, but she managed to ignore it.

Samara took a deep breath.  To tell the truth, she was a bit nervous about what was going to happen next.  She’d thought about this ever since she’d come to stay on Earth, with her family, but that didn’t make it any easier.

Still, she didn’t think Phillip would turn her down.  If from what she’d heard was true – and she didn’t have any reason to doubt – what she was about to ask had been one of the motivations behind Phillip’s participation in the plan to bring her to Earth, and back into her son’s life.  It was why she believed Ianto would back her on this, and why Phillip wouldn’t have any issue with acceding to her request…unless there was something going on that she wasn’t aware of.  And she was certain that Phillip would tell her if there was.

There was still Jack to consider.  Of course she knew the story; Ianto had told her about it during their trip from Maker’s World.  It had been just one more thing that played into Jack’s guilt, and despite Samara doing her utmost to convince him that nothing was his fault, that he’d been a child himself and should never have been given such responsibility, she knew Jack still didn’t quite believe it.  He might never. 

Still, that didn’t mean she’d ever stop trying to convince him, even if it took her last breath.

 



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