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Myfanwy 2

A Mother's Love - Chapter Seven

A Mother's Love - Chapter Seven
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...


8 April 5115 (Earth Standard Date)

Maker’s World

It took them a bit to get Samara’s affairs in order.

Samara knew she’d never be returning to Maker’s World, now that her son was out there in the universe somewhere.  She’d be spending the rest of her life with her new family, and that mean relocating to Earth.

She found she didn’t care, as long as she was with Jamys.


She’d have to remember that was his name now, and had been longer than Samara could even conceive.

Her boat was the first thing to be sold off.  Samara had taken a pittance for it, but Old Man Humphries had wanted it and Samara didn’t think she’d lack for money since she had a home waiting for her.  She’d never been to Earth herself, but her ancestors had come from there.  She was looking forward to finally seeing it.

Samara’s tiny flat had taken a little longer to clean out and find a buyer for.  Property wasn’t that much in demand in the city, much less the Peninsula, and she’d finally decided to just leave it in the hands of the local Adjudicator to handle instead of staying around and waiting for it to sell.  Together, the three of them got her meagre belongings packed up and loaded onto Anwyn’s ship, Serpent’s Tooth. Her cabin on board might have been smaller than what she was used to, but it was still a pleasant space.  The majority of her things had ended up in the hold, but Anwyn had showed her where they were stored so she could get whatever she wanted, when she needed something. 

A week to the day of a dragon and his daughter showing up on her boat and asking to be taken out to the reefs, Samara Wells was leaving the planet she’d lived almost her entire life on.

She was seated in the small bridge of the Serpent’s Tooth as her home receded under the ship as it moved out of orbit.  Samara couldn’t help but watch, and something came loose in her chest, a weight she hadn’t even been aware of being there of her memories and regret and loneliness.  She was shedding it all like a sand snake shed its skin, and Samara felt so much lighter than she had in years.

“Will you miss it?”

Samara twisted in her seat, smiling at Ianto where he’d taken a fold-down seat behind his daughter, who was expertly piloting the ship away from Maker’s World.  She shrugged.  “I will.  There were some good memories there, along with the bad, but this is a chance for me to finally do the right thing with my son.  I’m going to grab onto it with both hands and hold on as tight as I can.”

His eyes were sad as he said, “I’ve often wished for a second chance with my own family.  But they’re long gone now, and I miss them every day.  Still,” and then he looked cheerful, “I have my own family now.  And you’re a part of that.”

Her chest warmed at his words even as she felt sad at what he’d lost.  “If Jamys chooses to forgive me.”

“Ah, Samara…he forgave you long before you were even born.”

Tears blurred her vision at his assurance.  Still, she needed to hear it from him, and not his mate, for it to be real for her. 

“I can’t wait for you to meet everyone,” Anwyn gushed. “They are going to love you.”

Samara couldn’t help but laugh.  “I love them already.”  She did.  There was still so much she needed to know about the family she hadn’t known she’d had, and both Anwyn and Ianto had promised to give her all the lowdown.

Never had she even dreamed of being a part of a family so large.  Before, it had just been the four of them, and then two.  Now she was being introduced into a clan that not only was made up of children, but adopted children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren, mates and nephews and nieces, and were considered their own race by the Imperial Court. 

And now they would all be hers.

It was almost too much to accept.

A warm hand grasped hers, and Ianto was searching her face and reading the uncertainty under the love she already felt for a group of total strangers who most were related to her by blood.  “It’s a bit daunting, I know,” he murmured, “but you’ll be fine.”

Once he’d believed her word that she wasn’t going to hurt Jamys again, Ianto had fully accepted her into the family.  He’d been the one to admit that he and Anwyn had conceived the plan to come and see her, to find out her feelings toward Jamys, and that the rest of the family had backed their plan even to the extent that they’d keep Jamys – Jack, why couldn’t she remember that? – busy while the pair had gone.  They’d claimed it was some sort of archaeological dig, where there had been possible signs of dragons in a long-dead race.  Apparently Ianto had a standing appointment with any such finds, and it was about the only thing that Jack would accept to take his mate that far away from home and for so long. 

Oh, Ianto had said there had been times when they’d been separated for much longer; people who had eternity together sometimes had to take breaks from each other.  But this time he was leaving Jamys with the six youngest children, many of them suffering issues with what had been done before they’d been hidden away.  It wasn’t the best time for Ianto to have taken off for an extended period of time, but he and Anwyn had done their best to plan for every eventuality. 

However, Ianto had confided that his mate was getting more antsier than usual, and that it really was time to head home.

Still, he’d gotten the two things he’d come to Maker’s World for: a reef stone, and his new mother.

Samara really enjoyed being called mother once more, even if it was by a five-thousand-year old dragon.

But truth be told, it was Anwyn’s use of the word ‘Gran” that really made her happy.

“We won’t dump you into the deep end,” Anwyn reassured her.  “So don’t worry about that.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” she couldn’t help but say.  It wasn’t to the point she was overwhelmed yet, but she knew the moment that Ianto and Anwyn began teaching her all about her new family that things might get weird.

The ship was passing the early warning nets that had been set up in the outer system, just on the edge of the inside of the asteroid belt that marked the edge of the star system.  Samara watched as they moved clear, the silver of the satellites glinting in the now-faint sunlight from Maker’s World’s primary.  She wanted to see her home one last time, and Anwyn, as if reading her mind, flipped a switch on the control panel and a screen flickered on, showing a rear view of the Serpent’s Tooth with the yellow-blue of her world a small point in the far distance.

Surprisingly, there weren’t any more tears.  Samara had done enough of that back planetside.

Anwyn made the final check-in with planetary defence as the last of the satellites were left behind.  “It’s going to take us two standard weeks to get to Farpoint Station,” she said, toggling off the comm. For some reason her face turned nostalgic for a split second, and then she was smiling once more. “Clint is going to meet us there, but I’m not sure who’s going to be with him.”

“Most likely Rowena and Henry,” Ianto replied. “They are part of our cover, after all.”

From what little she’d been told so far, Samara knew that both Rowena and Henry were historians, and they had been the one to come up with the idea of the archaeological dig in order to explain Ianto’s long absence. 

“That leaves us plenty of time to explain our crazy family to you,” Anwyn went on. “We might be able to give you the basics in that time.”

Ianto rolled his eyes.  “It’s not that bad, Anwyn.”

“Yes it is, Tad.”

“I want to know it all,” Samara answered. She didn’t care about anything but learning about her now-found extended family.  She’s already lost so much time. 

She wasn’t about to waste anymore.