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Myfanwy 2

September 2018



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Myfanwy 2

A Mother's Love - Chapter Three

A Mother's Love - Chapter Three
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 found them in the small main cabin.  Anwyn was seated at the table, holding onto it with both hands and looking just a little bit green.  Jones was standing at the tiny counter, working Samara’s coffee machine as if he’d been born to it.  “I’ve got us on a course that should take us to one of the best sections of the reef,” she reported as she took the seat opposite Anwyn.  She took a second look at Anwyn.  “I do have something you could take to keep the nausea under control,” she offered.

“Oh thank Goddess,” Anwyn moaned.  “I had no idea it would be this rough.”

Jones laughed at his very seasick daughter.  “I did try to warn you.”

Anwyn gave him a dirty look as she rested her forehead onto the hand-carved wood of the table.

Samara got up, making her way around Jones and to her medicine cabinet where she kept her anti-nausea tablets.  She returned to the table, handing the blister pack over.  “These are universal, so they should work.  You’re not allergic to anything, are you?”

Anwyn received the pack as if it was the most precious treasure.  “No, I’m not.  Thank you so much.”  She popped one of the tiny while pills out of its wrap and dry swallowed it. 

“I suppose this means you don’t want any coffee,” Jones asked mildly, as if he found the entire situation amusing.  He didn’t seem to have any trouble with the choppiness at all. 

The younger Star Dragon simply moaned, putting her head down again.

“It must be bad if she’s refusing coffee,” Jones commented.  He handed Samara one of the mismatched mugs she kept in the cupboard.  “I hope you don’t mind me going through the cabinets, but I wanted to contribute something to our quest.”

Truth be told, Samara was a little bit bothered by it, but one sip of the coffee had her changing her mind.  “This is…amazing,” she gasped, taking another sip.  Samara knew damned well that she only had some of the cheaper grade grounds on board; what Jones had done with them was something along the lines of a miracle. 

Jones shrugged, one-shouldered, looking pleased.  “Thank you,” he answered, bowing slightly, “I try.”

“Tad’s coffee is gorgeous.”  Anwyn sounded slightly jealous, not that Samara could blame her.  It must have been awful being seasick and caffeine deprived at the same time.

“Anwyn is more used to travelling by spaceship, not boat,” Jones explained, sipping his own coffee.  “Space is quite a bit less…turbulent.”

“Don’t make me say how much you hate space travel, Tad.”  Anwyn’s voice was muffled by the table.

Jones rolled his eyes good-naturedly, offering Samara a refill.  She almost turned him down until she realised that she’d drank nearly all of her coffee and hadn’t noticed.  She held the mug out, smiling as he poured. 

“Not everyone is cut out for flying around the galaxies.  It’s a case of not liking when I’m not flying under my own power,” the dragon explained.  “I just happen to love the feel of the wind on my scales.”

Samara couldn’t believe that she was sitting there, listening to an ancient being discussing their dislike of space travel. 

She had so many questions, but the one that came out first was, “You said your mate is from Boeshane,” she clarified.

“Jack,” Jones answered, a soft, fond smile on his handsome features.  “Yes he is.”

“You have an anniversary coming up?” As she spoke, Samara’s mind flashed on how she and Franklin had met, all those years ago.  They’d been so very happy, even though they both knew Maker’s World to be one of the more dangerous places to live on the frontier, but that hadn’t stopped them from having their own family. 

That had been a disaster.

“Their first mating was three thousand, one hundred and six years ago,” Anwyn mumbled.  “They get disgustingly sappy the closer they get to the actual date.  We all avoid them.”

Samara frowned.  That brought up other memories…visions of the two Time Agents, who had come to tell her that her eldest son had been killed in the line of duty.  If Jones’ mate was from Boeshane, that could only mean one thing. 

She hated time travel.  It had taken her only living son and had murdered him before his time.

“I can understand your confusion,” Jones answered, misreading her expression.  “My mate fell in with a time traveller and accidentally became immortal.  He was subsequently abandoned in the past.”  That last part came out in a growl that had Samara leaning slightly away from the being even though she realised his anger was not directed at her.

He must have noticed, because his expression changed from dark to chagrined.  “I apologise, Dr Wells, but what happened to Jack is still a sore point for me, even though it put him into a position to do amazing things.”

“And if it hadn’t happened,” Anwyn, raising her head, “then you and Dad would never have met and you wouldn’t have had me, so it’s a win-win situation.”  Her complexion was slightly less green, which meant the medication was working.

“Yes,” Jones said dryly, “we only got together so you could be born.”

Anwyn looked triumphant.  “It’s good that you’re admitting all that other stuff you and Dad did really didn’t come into it at all, Tad.”

“Of course it didn’t,” Jones sighed, sounding put upon, but his eyes were glittering with mirth.

Samara felt a pang around her heart at the obvious affection between father and daughter.  She’d loved her own children, of course, but after it had all fallen apart she’d had to blame someone, and her eldest had gotten the brunt of her misplaced anger.  It had driven him away…and Samara hadn’t known what had happened to him until the two Time Agents had come to her door, informing her of her darling boy’s death. 

She hadn’t realised that her world hadn’t come crashing down on her yet…not until she’d learned she would never get the chance to apologise to him for all the harsh words Samara had thrown at him. 

Even after the years had passed, it still hadn’t stopped hurting.

There were times when she thought about just leaving Boeshane; of finding a spaceship that was heading anywhere she could lose herself and just forget about the three large holes in her soul.  But, this was where she and Franklin had met; where they’d had their children; where they’d been the happiest.  She couldn’t leave.

“Are you alright?” Jones’ quiet voice broke through her melancholy.

Samara dragged her thoughts back into the present, trying to put a smile on her face…but something in Jones’ expression told her she might have failed.  “I’m fine,” she assured him.  “Just…thinking about the past, that’s all.”

He seemed to have accepted her word for it.  “After so many centuries it’s getting pretty hard in coming up with gifts for him that he hasn’t already had at some point.  Then I recalled him speaking about reef stones, and thought that would be perfect.”  He grimaced.  “Of course, this means I’ll have to somehow top that next anniversary…”

“I can’t even imagine two people staying together that long,” Samara admitted.  The sheer number of years that Jones and his Jack had been together was staggering.  A small thought in the back of her mind wondered how they would have coped if they hadn’t found each other, but she didn’t let it linger, afraid to even consider that question.

What was it like to be immortal?  Living through so many centuries, people living and dying around them while they continued on, not changing and never aging…it was truly mind boggling.  She wasn’t sure she could even comprehend it all.

“I’m not saying that we haven’t had our moments,” Jones replied.  “There have been many times when Jack and I have needed time apart, but we always come back to each other.  You can’t be with someone constantly for that length of time; it’s impossible.  But we love each other through all that.  We are truly mates, and we have our eternity together.”

“Dad and Tad give all us kids hope for our own happiness,” Anwyn put in, “even if we tease them about being all mushy.”

“If I might be so bold,” Jones said, “but do you have anyone to spend your eternity with, Dr Wells?”

A part of Samara was upset by the question, thinking it was way too personal, but at the same time she’d asked questions she probably hadn’t really had a right to answer.  It was only fair that she allow a certain amount of inquiry into her own life.

“No,” she answered.  “I did have a family, but they’re all gone now.”  She took a deep breath.  “I lost my husband and younger son during an attack on the colony, and my older son left to join the army and then moved on to the Time Agency.  I…I was told he’d died.”

Both Star Dragons gave her looks of equal sympathy, which drove home to Samara that they, too, must have lost so much as well.  She swallowed thickly, not even aware that she was basking in that sympathy.

“My own family was killed when I was quite young,” Jones whispered.  “I still miss them, even after all these millennia.  So I know what you’re feeling.”

Somehow she knew this wasn’t some sort of platitude; that Jones really did feel her loneliness and pain.  But she was certain he didn’t have the same regrets she did. 

It was something she didn’t want to share.  It was hers alone, and she would keep it tucked away, deep within her soul, where it would stay until the day of her own death.