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Myfanwy 2

A Mother's Life - Chapter Eleven

A Mother's Life - Chapter Eleven
Author: Milady Dragon
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, Anwyn Harkness-Jones/Gwaine, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton, Arthur/Merlin, Rowena Harkess-Jones/Henry Morgan, Other Pairings
Warnings: Fluff, a little Angst, Reincarnation, Lots of Timey Wimey.
Spoilers:  Small ones for Doctor Who and for Warehouse 13.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better.
Author's Note: This is the third story of the Samara Wells trilogy.  It does a little skip in time, taking place immediately after the events of "Lost and Found"

Summary:  Someone arrives in Samara's life that turns it upside down, and makes her a part of history she never knew she would be.



19 July 5119 (Earth Standard Date)

Ddraig Llyn

 

Later that day, after River had gone and things had settled back into some semblance of normality, Samara found herself standing on the edge of the lake, looking out over the calm water, the reflections of the mountains dark in its clear surface.  Birds were singing somewhere in the distance, and she simply listened to the sound of it as its peace soothed her mind.

It was hard to believe that so much had happened in just such a short of time.

She was a little irritated at River for not staying, but at the same time she was happy, as it would cause too much pain to Merlin, knowing that his mother was dead and yet standing there in the home he’d practically grew up in.  She’d pled business, and when she’d mentioned the Great Library everyone had known that it was a good idea that Merlin not see her.  This was her death, and it would have been too tempting to say anything to her about it, to try to avert it.  They couldn’t do that; too many lives relied on River and her team going to the Library, and for her to sacrifice herself there. 

Rhys had been right when he’d said that time travel wasn’t a good thing, but he’d been wrong at the same time.

If it hadn’t been for River and her Vortex Manipulator, there currently wouldn’t be eighty-seven children waiting to be born. 

Ianto had called the entire family.  He and Jack had decided that they weren’t going to have any more children at this time, but they were going to give the other members of the clan their choice to pick as many of the eggs as they wanted.  Merlin would be able to call the children forth.

A part of her wanted to accept one of the children for herself, but she couldn’t.  She was a mere mortal, and any child she adopted wouldn’t even make it to adulthood before it was her time.  Still, that wouldn’t stop her from being a great-grandmother to them; to love them fully and well. 

Samara felt so very grateful that Ianto and Anwyn had come for her on Maker’s World.  She’d been alone, and now she was surrounded by family who loved her, and who she loved in return.  She’d never be alone again.

“Your thoughts are deep,” the unmistakable voice of the Water Dragon startled her.  As Samara watched, the Great Dragon breached the surface of the lake, hovering on blue-green wings, her kind eyes regarding Samara as if she could see into her very soul.

Maybe she could. It certainly wouldn’t surprise Samara in the least.

“I’m sure you already know why.”

The Water Dragon smiled, revealing curved, sharp teeth.  “I do.  It is a happy day indeed.  For so very long, our son was the Last.  That will never be true again.  Together, he and his mate will bring the dragons out of the darkness and into the light of the universe once more, as it was foretold.”

“You might want to have said that to them,” Samara said exasperatedly.

“We did…well, in perhaps not so many words…”

“You are insufferable.”

“That did not need to be said,” the Water Dragon laughed.

Samara shook her head fondly.  She couldn’t help it.  The moment a dragon and his daughter had stepped foot onto her boat, her life had changed for the stranger.  It was a wonderful sort of strange, though, and Samara wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

“Have you given any thought to becoming my Named Friend?”

Honestly, she really hadn’t.  Far too much had happened in the last several hours for her to have considered anything else but getting those eggs back from the Warehouse, and of her ancestor and what was going to be Helena Wells’ future.  It saddened her, but there was nothing to be done.

She’d also been thinking about Rhys Williams, far more than she should have.

She hadn’t known him long enough.

As if summoned by that single consideration, Rhys stepped up next to her, his own eyes watching the Water Dragon as she settled carefully on the lakeshore, shaking out her wings and flinging moisture everywhere.  He laughed at that.

“I was really glad to know you lot were still around,” he commented. 

“Rhys Williams,” the Dragon said warmly.  “Welcome home.”

“You met the Great Dragons before?” Even as Samara was asking, she was mentally smacking herself for it. “Of course you have.  You were on Jack’s original team.”

“I was at his and Ianto’s first mating,” Rhys replied.  “Now, that was a party and no mistake.” He laughed.  “We had a lot of parties in our time, but that one…it was special.  Knowing that Jack can still change into a dragon, if only in the valley…I’m glad to hear it.  Guess it was just the old romantic in me, but knowing that Ianto and Jack could do the whole mating thing officially was a wonderful thing.”  He took a step toward the Water Dragon, as if he was going to stroke her scales, but then stopped just short of actually doing it.  “I should have thanked you and the others for that, years ago.  Sorry I never got around to it.”

“Late is better than never,” the Water Dragon answered, smiling, her eyes twinkling.  “You are a good friend to our son, Rhys.  Never doubt that.”

The ground rumbled slightly underfoot, and a shadow seemed to rise up around them.  Samara wasn’t worried; she knew very well who was making an appearance.

Brown and green scales formed in the air beside the seated figure of the Water Dragon.  The Earth Dragon seemed more solid to Samara, and she had to wonder if it was the nature of the Great Dragon to be that way, as deeply connected to the planet as he was. 

Rhys laughed.  “So, you’re putting in an appearance as well.  I’m not surprised.”

The Earth Dragon’s wise, dark eyes crinkled at the corners in what was unmistakably joy.  “It is a fine day, is it not?  I am certain our other siblings will be here shortly, to see the miracle that River Song has brought to the valley.”

“I believe they are giving us a chance to get some business out of the way,” the Water Dragon said teasingly.

“Indeed.” The Earth Dragon met Samara’s eyes.  “I am, of course, aware of the offer my sister has made to you, Samara.  She shows excellent taste.”

“Wait a minute,” Rhys broke in, “I must have missed that part!”  His eyes were filled with awe as he looked at Samara.  “You were asked?”

Samara didn’t need to have the question spelled out for her.  “I was, but I haven’t come to a decision yet.”

“It’s a great honour,” her friend went on.  “I knew the Great Dragon Friends back in my time.” His face took on a faraway look, as he remembered.  “Rhiannon was the Friend of Water then.  She was descended from the line of priests and priestesses that took in a young, traumatised dragon who’d lost his family in a horrific way.”

“Ianto,” Samara murmured.  He’d told her the story on their journey from Maker’s World, and Samara had wept for him.  It had been so very long ago, and yet those murders kept shaping him even to this day. 

Rhys nodded.  “She was a force of nature!  She was the one who presided over Jack and Ianto’s mating.  I know she’d be pleased that you were asked.”

“What about the others?” Samara hadn’t heard this story yet, and she was intrigued. 

“Alice was the first, at least that’s what we all thought until Rhiannon mentioned something about it.  She was the Friend of Air, and Jack’s daughter by a marriage that ended badly, cause her Mam couldn’t handle Jack’s immortality.”  Rhys sounded a bit outraged by that, and Samara couldn’t blame him.  It wasn’t Jack’s fault that he was immortal, and to reject him for it…that was just wrong.  “She went on to marry Patrick.  He was one of my best mates.  He was also Phillip Coulson’s nephew.  Did Torchwood and Jack and Ianto proud when he took over the London branch.

“Then there was Kathy. Kathy Swanson.  Friend of Fire and the best damned copper I’d ever had the pleasure to meet.  She was a friend of Torchwood’s as well, but she always refused to formally join the team, even after she and Tosh got married.  That’s Toshiko.  She was Torchwood’s technical expert.  Brilliant, she was.  There was no one like her.  Ianto thought of her as a sister, and made no secret of it.  That was why the Earth Dragon asked her; because she was willing to do anything to make sure Jack and Ianto were happy.”

“Toshiko was an excellent Friend,” the Earth Dragon confirmed.  “I still miss her.  However you, Rhys Williams, would also make an excellent Friend of Earth, if you so choose.”

 



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