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Myfanwy 2

October 2018



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Myfanwy 2

A Mother's Love - Chapter Nine

A Mother's Love - Chapter Nine
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:  And number two...

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


She found herself curled up against the warm side of the dragon, not able to control her emotions any longer.  There was a tiny voice saying that this was her son-by-marriage, that it wasn’t right that she was seeking comfort from him when she should have been the one to offer it when the time was right, but Samara couldn’t help herself.  He was right; this had become real to her, even though she knew her son was alive and well and these two were part of his family. 

Samara had expected to never see him again.  Jamys had been dead to her for a long time, and to know that he was alive and happy and scared to come to her…it made her so very happy even while it broke her heart. 

Her Jamys had had to go through so much without her.  Well, she could change that now.  She would change it; she would be the mother Jamys deserved, and make up for all the time he’d been away, hating her.

No…that was it.  He didn’t hate her.  Of that Samara was certain.  Her son still loved the mother he’d had to leave.  No, it wasn’t hate…he was afraid.  Of her.  Of what her reaction to him would be.

Silently, she thanked every deity she could think of for bringing Ianto and Anwyn into her life. 

Samara had no idea how long she laid against the dragon’s side, crying out her pain and loneliness and the horror of knowing what she’d done to her only living son. 

However, she was aware of the singing.

It was a quiet song, words in a language she didn’t recognise.  It was soothing and she let herself drift along with it, feeling the soft inhalation of the dragon’s side under her cheek.  Samara could almost sleep as she was, wrung out from emotion and too tired to move. 

She eventually did move, though, pulling away from the warmth and wiping her eyes with her hand.  “I’m sorry,” she apologised once more, her face sore from the salt of her tears.

“Don’t be.”  The long neck was twisted so that sad blue eyes could see her, and Samara thought there might have been tears on the fine green scales.  “This is difficult for you, after thinking Jack was dead for so long.  I’d have been surprised if you hadn’t broken down at some point.”

She sniffled.  “I just…you’re right.  I’ve been moving along with the tide, and now the wave has overwhelmed me.”

He smiled down at her, and while the display of all those teeth should have bothered her, instead Samara found herself calming from the roil of feelings that were still tumbling through her. 

Still, she wasn’t sure she wanted to talk to him about it, so she changed the subject.  “Tell me about them.” At his baffled expression, she added, “Tell me about the hellions.”

He accepted the question and didn’t push her for anything.  “Of course, there are five, as I’m certain Anwyn has told you…and shown you…”

Ianto went on to tell her about the five young foundling dragons that he and Jamys had adopted.  “Even though James was hatched first, we’re certain that William is the oldest.  He still remembers his true parents, and he realises that they had to leave him, so that makes him terrified that Jack and I will leave him as well.  He’s made James and Oswyn feel the same, although it’s not his fault, but the three of them still have nightmares about being abandoned.  They’re getting better though, but I’m quite sure Jack is understating their emotional states with me being gone so long.”

Samara didn’t say it, but she knew that Jamys would be able to empathise with the little dragons.  After all, wasn’t that what she’d basically done?  Abandon him, by blaming him for Gray’s loss? 

Her son was the best possible person to help those poor children.  Samara was very glad that they’d found them, and had taken them in. 

Maybe she’d be able to help as well.

“And then there’s Robyn,” Ianto went on.  “I had never met another dragon that was so afraid of flying before.  It must have something to do with her infanthood, but she simply doesn’t remember any of it.  It’s easier now that she’s gained her human form, so she doesn’t have to fly, but Jack and I have been working with her and we have hope she’ll someday get over it.  It’s been difficult but we have all the time in the universe to help her get through this.”

Then he sighed, and his voice was so much sadder than before.  “Lisa was the last one called from her shell, and at first she was close to both of us.  She wasn’t as clingy as the others, but that was fine.  However, as she’s gotten older…there are times when I see such fear in her eyes, of me and Jack and others, and we don’t know why she should be afraid of us.  Once again, it must be because of something that occurred when she was a baby and she just can’t recall it, but it’s just getting worse.  The only people she doesn’t flinch away from are our youngest, Alyce, and Phillip; we think it’s because he’s such a calm person and he doesn’t do anything to scare her.  She hasn’t even gained her human form yet, and she should have when she reached about ten years old.  She’s now a teenager, and it worries us that her development hasn’t been the same as the other children.”

Samara could understand his concern.  It was a parent’s every fear, that something could cause a beloved child to turn away from the very people they should be turning to when they needed someone.  “Have you thought about asking Phillip if he and Clint would take her for a bit?”

“We have, and they would do it in a heartbeat if Lisa wanted it, although Phillip has expressed his worry for us over the arrangement.  He knows how much it would hurt us to give her up, but at the same time if it’s in her best interests we would do anything.  Lisa hasn’t said anything to us yet, but it’s only a matter of time.”

“You just want her to be happy.”  Her heart swelled for both of them.  They loved their little girl but only wanted what she wanted, and that was truly a wonderful thing.

Samara wished she’d felt like that back after Gray and Franklin had died.  But she hadn’t, and now it felt truly ashamed of her actions towards Jamys.  A part of her wished she could go back and tell her younger self to get her head out of her ass, but then that would change things.  She didn’t even want to think about that sort of thing.

“Are you going to let dinner get cold?” Anwyn’s voice broke her from her thoughts. 

The captain of their spaceship was standing just inside the hold, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.  She was dressed in what Samara had realised was her usual wardrobe: colourful blouse over black trousers tucked into low-heeled boots.  She wasn’t wearing the gun rig that Samara knew must usually accompany the outfit, but then they were on Anwyn’s home territory, and she was most likely comfortable without it, especially with her family near.

“I was speaking with your father until just recently,” Ianto replied as Samara stood.  It was kind of him not to mention the weeping mess Samara had become after hearing her son’s voice.  “And don’t think you’ve gotten away with sending your grandmother down here right at this particular moment.”

Anwyn shrugged, looking not at all apologetic.  “I just thought she’d like hearing Dad’s voice after so long.”

“I did,” she sighed, rubbing her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt, not bothering to hide her emotions.  Not from these two.

At that gesture, Anwyn looked contrite.  “I’m sorry if I upset you – “

“A little,” she admitted.  “But I’m fine.”

Golden light flared against the metal of the ship’s walls, signalling Ianto’s change to human form.  An arm went around her, and Samara was once again grateful for the support.  “Let’s get some dinner,” the dragon suggested.  “Give you some time to process.”

“That sounds like an excellent idea,” Samara agreed.