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Myfanwy 2

A Mother's Life - Chapter Twelve

A Mother's Life - Chapter Twelve
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"

A/N2:  After this one, there are two more chapters, which I'll post both tomorrow. 

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

 

Rhys’ mouth dropped open.  “Wait…what?” He was completely and totally blindsided by the offer.

Samara knew exactly how he felt.

“It is time for us to choose new Friends,” the Earth Dragon explained.  “There have been no Great Dragon Friends in many years.  Water and I have chosen.  As for Fire and Air…I am certain they have someone in mind as well, although they do not share with us.”  He looked amused by the whole idea.

“Why don’t you ever choose immortal Friends?” Samara asked, thinking of Jack, Phillip, Merlin, and Henry, of all whom deserved this more than she did.

“Their destinies lie elsewhere,” the Earth Dragon answered.  “Or else, yes, we may have chosen any of them.  However, we are constrained against it.  Mortals are meant to be Great Dragon Friends, not immortals.”

She wondered why that was, but didn’t argue about it.  “But why me?  I’m not that special.”

“Bloody hell, woman,” Rhys exclaimed.  “You so very much deserve this!  Everything you’ve been through, everything you’ve lost…and yet you’re still amazing!  Smart, gorgeous, compassionate, courageous…plus, there’s that whole marine biologist thing you’ve got going on. The Water Dragon couldn’t have chosen anymore better.”

Samara was warmed by his words.  But, still…  “I wasn’t so compassionate to my own son, after Gray was taken.”  She wanted to think she’d made up for all of that, by coming back into Jack’s life and by making the decision to send Gray to the Lost Lands, when Jack wouldn’t have been able to.

Rhys sighed.  “You were hurt.  And you did eventually see the wrong in what you did to Jack.  He doesn’t blame you…and I don’t blame you.  I was there, Samara…I was there when Gray came back, and I saw what he did.”  He reached out, taking her hand in his.  “Neither of you were to blame for any of that.  Shit happens, and you just have to deal with it the best you could.  You were mad; losing your husband, and losing Gray, and you took it out on the person who was available.  We’re only human, Samara.  And Jack forgave you a long time ago.”

She grasped his hand tightly, hoping that she would see her gratitude since she was incapable of speaking in that moment.  Somehow, hearing it from this man was different than hearing it from her own son, and she didn’t know why.

Wait…yes, she did.

It came to her.

Rhys wasn’t obligated to love her, not like her own son and his mate and their entire family.  Rhys wasn’t under any sort of pressure to forgive her, simply because of the family aspect.  He was, in essence, an outsider, although one that had been accepted wholeheartedly within the Harkness-Jones clan.  He had nothing to gain or lose by saying the truth to her.

“Rhys is correct,” the Water Dragon affirmed.  “Humans are capable of so much forgiveness, and your son has done this for you, knowing that you – being human – needed a focus for your anger and loss.  I will not lie…it will take Jack a very long time to accept that he was blameless in what happened to Grayson, but he will…and now, you must do the same for this.”

“Listen to the Dragon,” a voice murmured behind them.  “She speaks a hell of a lot of sense…for a spirit who usually likes riddles far too much to give a straight answer.”

Jack was there, standing just a few steps away, hands deep in his pockets and his feet bare.  He had a bashful expression that Samara could recall seeing only when he’d been a child, before blood and death had caused him to grow up so quickly. 

The Water Dragon was laughing.  “If we spoke not in riddles, you would not be able to figure things out for yourselves.”

Samara’s eldest son snorted in amusement.  “Keep saying it, and some day we might even accept it.”  He took a step closer.  “Did I hear that right? You asked my mother to be one of your Friends?  And Rhys to be an Earth Friend?”

“Yes, you did.”

“It’s about time you do something about being Friendless.  Ianto swears you’ve all been pining, but I haven’t seen it.  Still, he has a better sense of these sorts of things than I do.”

“Do not sell yourself short, my son,” the Earth Dragon chided softly.  “You see better than most.”

“Yeah, but Ianto’s got me beat, at least where you’re all concerned.”  He glanced at Samara and then Rhys, and back again.  “If you want an opinion, I would think you’d both make fantastic Great Dragon Friends.”

Samara hadn’t been certain about it, not until Jack had said what he had.  If anyone’s opinion meant more to her than anyone’s, it was her son. 

She wrapped him up into the fiercest hug she could manage.  Samara had come so very close to losing him, and to have him back in her life was the ultimate gift. 

And now, she was being offered yet another way for her to completely belong to this wonderful family that had grown up around him.

After a while, she stepped away, and then turned toward the Water Dragon.  “Alright, I agree.  Is there anything I need to do in particular?”

The Water Dragon looked very happy indeed.  She rose from the curled-up position she’d adopted, her wings flaring out behind her.  “I Name you Dragon-Friend, Samara Christina Wells Harkness.  You are a True Friend, and your memory will be cherished by all who come after.  I Bless you.  Will you receive my Mark, as a symbol of your acceptance?”

Samara wasn’t magical but even she could sense the power from just those words.  This meant she would be bound to this place forever…and she wasn’t at all bothered by that idea.  “I will,” she said, sealing the magic.

There was a sudden tingling at the small of her back, that quickly grew into a burning.  She leaned forward, resting her hands on her knees, until it was gone, and she took a deep breath as she stood upright once more.  “I take it, that was the mark you were mentioning?”

“It was.”

Samara wanted to see it, but kept where she was.  “Rhys, it’s your turn.”

“I’m still not sure I’m the right man for the job,” he said uncertainly. 

“You are,” the Earth Dragon said.  “Will you take my Mark, Rhys?  Will you be Named?”

He looked hesitant.  His eyes darted toward Samara, who gave him an encouraging nod.

“Alright,” he finally answered.  “I’ll do it.”

“Then I Name you Dragon-Friend, Rhys Alun Williams.  You are a True Friend, and your memory will be cherished by all who come after.  I Bless you.  Will you receive my Mark, as a symbol of your acceptance?”

“Yeah,” he answered.  “Yes, I will.”

Rhys flinched, which Samara recognised as the mark coming in; it had to have felt the same way hers had, and it hadn’t been comfortable. 

When it was done, he grinned at Jack.  “It’s in the same place Tosh’s was,” he said, awestruck.

Jack was beaming.  He reached forward and pulled them both in for a hug at the same time.  Samara had absolutely no problem with that, wrapping one arm about her son, and the other about the man who’d become special to her in such a short amount of time. 

As they stood there, on the shore of an ancient lake, with two dragon spirits watching over them.  Samara Harkness – formerly Wells – finally, inevitably, felt as if she was home for good.







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