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March 2018



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Myfanwy 2

A Mother's Love - Chapter Eight

A Mother's Love - Chapter Eight
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"

A/N2:  Have two more chapters today...

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..


16 April 5115 (Earth Standard Date)

Enroute to ISS Tintagel (Farpoint Station), Imperial Space


Despite knowing who she was going to see, Samara hadn’t been prepared for hearing her son’s voice, live, for the first time since she’d forced him from their home, a week out from Maker’s World.

It had been by complete accident.

Or maybe it wasn’t, because it had been Anwyn to send her after Ianto, asking for Samara to call him up to the small galley for dinner, when she could have used the onboard comm system to do it.

One of the many things that Samara had learned about her new son-by-marriage – or mating, as it was in dragon parlance – was that he absolutely hated space travel.  Anwyn would tease him mercilessly about it, but Samara supposed she could see his point: he was used to the open air, to be able to fly under his own power and not be reliant on technology to get where he needed to go.  He felt trapped, he’d confided, by metal walls and the vacuum of space surrounding them, and the knowledge that he was totally helpless was difficult for him to accept.  Still, it was something he’d had to deal with if he wanted to travel the galaxies, unless he could go by the system of transmats that connected many of the planets where Torchwood had set up bases around the Human Empire.

Another thing she learned was that Ianto had trouble sleeping while in his human form.  There were times when it couldn’t be helped, and he accepted such times with grace, but if he could he would always transform to sleep. 

To accommodate this, every spaceship that was owned or operated by one of their far-flung family had either a special room or a section of the hold fitted out with what was considered a traditional dragon bed: basically, a pile of blankets and pillows made into a kind of nest, where a dragon could stretch out and be comfortable. 

As she entered the large room where Ianto had been relaxing, she could hear a conversation taking place.

Confused, she walked toward the large creature in the middle of the room, who – surprisingly enough – looked as if he belonged in the almost empty cargo bay.  She’d seen him several times now in his true form, and it never ceased to take her breath away to be witness to something so amazing…something that not a lot of people ever got to see.  She felt honoured that she was now a part of this family.

Ianto was curled up amid the cushions, his head resting on an enormous red pillow, and he was speaking into a communication unit, the screen pointed toward him.  “– home soon,” he was saying to whoever was on the other end of the connection.

“I can’t believe you left me with the hellions so long.”

The answering voice was slightly distorted from the size of the speaker, and it had changed over the years, but Samara would have recognised it anywhere.

Her heart rose into her throat, keeping her from saying anything even if she wanted to.  Her hand went up to her chest involuntarily, as tears flooded her eyes.

She’d known where she was going.  She’d known that she was finally going to see her one surviving son again after living in remorse and guilt for what she’d done to him and believing that she would never get to hold him, to apologise to him for taking out her grief on him for so long and forcing him away. 

But now, hearing Jamys’ voice over that comm, it really hit her that she was finally going to see her baby boy once again.  To be a part of his life for as long as she had left in this universe, and to be surrounded by a family she thought she’d never have.  Ianto must have seen her enter; those wise eyes were watching her even as he was answering Jamys’ teasing comment.  He looked concerned, and she waved him off, not wanting to give away her presence there as he chatted with his mate who was waiting for them all back on Earth.

“You okay?” Jamys – Jack – asked, his own voice curious.

“I’m fine,” the dragon answered, eyes turning back to the screen.  “You know how much I love flying.”

A throaty laugh warmed Samara.  She was suddenly content to just listen to Jamys speak, to be able to etch his words into her memory and her heart. 

“I wanted you to stay home, but no…you had to go on a wild goose chase halfway across the Empire.” 

He sounded put-upon, and Samara had to stuff her fist in her mouth to keep herself from laughing out loud.  Anwyn had once commented that her Dad was overly dramatic, and there was the evidence.  Samara didn’t need to even see the pout to know it was there.

But then, a change in tone proved to her just how much her son loved this impossible being.  “I know how important it is to you.”

“I wouldn’t leave if it wasn’t,” Ianto answered honestly, his own love apparent and so poignant.  “And you know I’m on my way home…”

“Did you have any luck?”

The dragon’s large eyes flicked in Samara’s direction and then back to the screen, and if she hadn’t been concentrating on them at that moment she would have completely missed it.  “That is to be seen,” was the bland answer.  “There are still a few things to check out, but I have hope.”

“Then it was worth it.”

The subject changed then, and Samara listened as they chatted about their children, and especially the aforementioned ‘hellions’.  She’d learned that was what the entire family had affectionately nicknamed the five little foundling dragons.  She also knew they’d each had issues that they’d been ‘hatched’ with. 

From what she’d gathered from what she’s been told so far, they were particularly worried about little Lisa, who should have gained her human form a couple of years ago but hadn’t yet done so.  Samara could understand; with that intuition that came with being a mother of her two boys realising that something was going on with a cherished child and not being able to figure it out was something every parent dreaded.  Maybe she’d be able to help them discover the problem; it would be some small payment for Ianto and Anwyn coming to her and bringing her to her new home, with her son and his wonderful family.

Oh, she knew there would be problems.  Samara didn’t doubt for a moment that it wouldn’t go smoothly all the time.  There had been too much that had gone on between herself and Jamys for things to be totally fine.  But she wasn’t going to give up, and she was going to show her boy just how sorry she truly was.  Nothing was going to stand in the way of her making things up with Jamys and to stay with him for the rest of her natural life.

She really didn’t want to think about what would happen when she died, and Jamys would have to go on without her.  Samara couldn’t even imagine what being immortal was like.  It truly frightened her to even have that word come to mind when considering Jamys and the life he’d built up.

Still, she knew she didn’t have to worry because Ianto would be with him.  The dragon had said it would be forever, and Samara believed him.  She didn’t even need to watch the pair together to be certain of their bond.  She was so very happy for Jamys to have found such a rare thing, even though he’d have had to go through so much terror and pain in order to achieve it.

Samara was about to leave the dragon to his comm but he looked up at her, smiling, and said, “I think I’m being summoned for dinner.”  He looked back, and the smile softened.  “I’ll call again.”

“You better,” Jamys chided.  “And tell those daughters of mine that they need to come home soon.  Rowena’s even out of classes for the season so she doesn’t even have an excuse not to visit.”

Samara was a little confused by that comment, but then recalled that Rowena and her own mate were supposed to be with them, as the cover Ianto and Anwyn had used to get away for the time it had taken for them to come and fetch her. 

“Give the babies my love, and let them know I’ll call earlier next time so I can say hello to them as well.”

“That would be great.  I think William is pining, and he’s getting twitchy as a result, which means James and Oswyn are on the verge of doing the exact same thing.  At least Robyn isn’t as bad…and as for Lisa…” he sighed.  “She’s pulling away from us, Ianto, but maybe seeing you again will bring her back a little.”

“Maybe we should have waited to release them from their eggs until Alyce was born and a little older…”

“No, because I think Alyce is the only one of us who doesn’t treat them all like they’re broken, and that’s something each of them need.  And she’s the one Lisa turns to, if it’s not Phillip.”

Ianto sighed.  “Please let them know I’m fine. I will call tomorrow and talk to them.” He reached out a dangerous talon and gently touched the screen.  “I love you.”

“Of course you do,” Jamys answered, laughing.  “I am imminently loveable.”

It was all Samara could do not to laugh right along with the dragon at that.

“Goodbye, Jack.” The dragon’s tone was amused, the rough rumble not hiding the laughter.

He delicately used one of those talons to shut down the link, and the screen closed on its own as the call was disconnected. 

“I’m sorry,” she blurted, “I didn’t mean to listen in…”

“No apology is needed,” the dragon assured her.  “In fact, as my eldest daughter knows when I’m using the comm due to the fact that this is her ship, she would have known I was speaking with Jack when she sent you down to fetch me.”  His eyes narrowed as he regarded her.  “I do suspect though it’s just became real to you.”

Samara suddenly couldn’t speak.  She simply nodded, and the tears that she’d been holding back sprang free.