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Myfanwy 2

A Mother's Love - Chapter Thirteen

A Mother's Love - Chapter Thirteen
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..

14 May 5115 (Earth Standard Date)

ISS Alpha One, Earth Orbit

The closer Samara had gotten to Earth, the more out of control her emotions became.

She looked out of the cockpit window of the Serpent’s Tooth and down at a planet she’d only ever seen on vids, and honestly thought she’d never get this close to. She had to admit, it was a pretty little world, green and blue and brown, and it didn’t look at all like the legend that had grown up around it: the homeworld of humankind, where Torchwood originated, the planet where the Last of the Dragons had been born and where the Star Dragons had arisen from the ashes of their Earthbound kin.

It was an impossible planet. So much had come from it, and yet it was still in what could be considered the backwater of the Milky Way galaxy. The Imperial Throneworld was much more central to the Empire, and yet this was where it all began, and her own family had such roots there that they were practically created from the bones of the very world they called home.

Even her son, who had been conceived and raised on a planet long removed. Jack Harkness was more a child of Earth than Jamys Franklinson ever had been a child of Boeshane.

“You alright?”

Samara looked away from the planet below, smiling as she met Ianto’s concerned eyes. “Not really, but I don’t think I will be until I see Jack again and he forgives me.”

“He forgave you long before you were even born,” the dragon said. He’d said the exact same thing several times over their voyage.

She gasped out a breathless laugh. “That sounds absolutely ridiculous, even when I know it’s probably true.”

“It is.” He reached out, clasping a hand in both of his overly warm ones. “It’s very true. And I cannot wait to see his reaction to you being there.” He squeezed her fingers. “Trust me, Samara…Mam…Jack will have the shock of his life when he sees you.”

The thing was, she did. She trusted Ianto Jones with her very life…and more importantly, her son’s heart. She knew the dragon was stating the absolute truth, that Jack had forgiven her for her harsh words and her even harsher accusations, and that the only thing that had kept him from coming to her himself was that deep-seated doubt that she hadn’t forgiven him, that she still hated him for what she’d accused him of doing: of letting go of Gray, when he’d been given the responsibility for his younger brother’s safety.

What made things worse, was that Ianto had explained to her about what had happened to Gray. That her younger child had also blamed Jack and had attempted to murder his old team, back in the twenty-first century. He’d told her that they’d managed to stop Gray, but they’d had to put him into cryogenic suspension, because the only other alternative had been to kill him, something that Jack would never have done or condoned. Ianto also informed her that Gray was still in suspension, under the custody of Torchwood, and that Phillip had been the one to suggest that she might be the one to help him when the time came to wake him up once Ianto had gone to the current Director of Torchwood for help with his plan to find Samara.

She didn’t know what sort of plan Phillip had in mind, but she knew she’d help her younger child in any way she could. Even though she’d never met Phillip Coulson, she trusted him, simply because Ianto did. It didn’t hurt that he was Clint’s mate, either.

Samara took a deep breath. “So, what’s the plan?”

Ianto accepted the change of subject with grace. “We’re going to have a shuttle at Alpha Station.” He motioned toward the front window again; hanging in orbit was Earth’s major space platform, so large it cast a shadow across the planet’s surface. “It’s one of a couple of our family’s personal ships, ones we use whenever the children come home and they need a way to get down to the planet’s surface. With the new conservation efforts going on, larger ships like the Serpent’s Tooth are encouraged to dock up on Alpha and then use smaller shuttles to get to their destinations. The only major spaceport on the planet is over in the United Americas, and we’d still have to shuttle over to Ddraig Llyn anyway if we did land there. So it’s just easier to leave the ship up here.” The dragon sighed. “We do have a personal transmat up on Alpha, but for this the shuttle is the best way.”

“I’ll bet you’ll be glad to set foot on your homeworld once more.” She hadn’t helped but notice how jittery the dragon became the closer they got to their destination.

“I will be,” he admitted. “I might have spent almost six hundred years on Hubworld, but there’s something about Earth that’s home to me. It always will be.” He smiled fondly. “And I hope it will be for you, as well.”

“It will be,” Samara assured him. “My family is there. It’s automatically my home now.”

That earned her another squeeze from the hands that held hers, and the happiness that shone from those ancient eyes warmed her.

“If you two are done being sappy over my control deck,” Anwyn spoke up from the pilot’s chair, where she’d had a front-row seat for their conversation, “we’re coming up on Alpha now. I’ll call in for our flight path to our docking port and we should be ready to disembark in about fifteen minutes. Better go back and let Rowena and Henry know.”

Ianto gave her a salute that had Anwyn snorting in pleased exasperation, and Samara smirking. If there was one thing she’d learned over the long trip to Earth, was that Anwyn loved being the captain of her own ship, and she enjoyed it when her various family members acknowledged that fact. She was justly proud of the Serpent’s Tooth.

Samara followed Ianto back into the ship, where they found Rowena and Henry in the galley, sipping the coffee that Ianto had made earlier. “Fifteen minutes,” Ianto said as they entered the small room.

Rowena looked excited at the prospect, while Henry simply took her coffee mug from her hand then turned to wash it and his own out in the sink. She’d noticed that he was the more domestic of the two.

“The rest of the family will be waiting,” Rowena said, “although they’ll give us time to get you to Dad before descending in full strength.” Her eyes practically glowed with happiness. “We’re all so pleased that you’re here and that you’ll be reunited with Dad.”

That was one thing she didn’t doubt in the slightest, not after both Rowena and Anwyn had made that perfectly clear. Of course her greeting by Clint and the others had helped, as well. They were truly glad she was going to be more of a presence in all their lives, and Samara was humbled by it.

She just had to get past the hump of seeing her son again after all these years.

Fifteen minutes passed like snails crawling along the beach. Samara already had her personal items packed away for transfer to the Harkness-Jones family shuttle, so really all she could do was wait.

She was so close. Jack was just down on the planet below, unsuspecting that his mother was in a ship that was about to dock at Earth’s primary space station. Samara found herself pacing her small cabin, wringing her hands as she imagined what their meeting would be like. What would he do when he saw her? There were so many ways this could go, and her mind was throwing up all sorts of scenarios.

It was noticeable when the ship docked; the slight hum under her feet settled, and the background noise she’d grown accustomed to ceased. She didn’t need the knock at her door to alert her to their arrival, but she used it to take a deep breath before leaving the cabin. Ianto stood on the other side, and he took her hand in support.

She hoped he didn’t mind just how sweaty her palms were.

Alpha Station was different from Farpoint. Instead of the impersonal gangway that had greeted them at Farpoint Station, there was a comfortable lounge just outside the airlock, with sofas and chairs spaced around a carpeted room and artwork on the tastefully painted walls. A small kitchenette was against one wall, and there were several doors that Samara guessed led to either a bedroom or bath.

A man was awaiting them. Samara knew him immediately from his pictures: Phillip Coulson, once Grand Master of the Imperial Shieldsmen, and now current Director of the Torchwood Institute. He looked like some sort of management type, wearing black trousers and a tunic with the stylised red T and dragon of Torchwood on its breast. He wasn’t armed, but Samara didn’t doubt Anwyn’s words to her back on Maker’s World: this man was dangerous, he just hid it really well.

Phillip wasn’t alone. With him was a black dragon, sitting next to him, silver-green eyes watching closely as they disembarked the Serpent’s Tooth. This was Lisa, the last of the orphans hatched into the Harkness-Jones family, and Samara’s heart went out to the wary little dragon as she ducked slightly behind Phillip, her trust in him evident.

It was all Samara could do not to go up to her and hug her.

The smile that greeted them lit up Phillip’s blue eyes, and if Samara wasn’t mistaken there were actual blue flames deep within them. She’d been informed of Phillip’s ice magic, and how he’d gained it after being killed by a mad God. “Welcome,” he greeted warmly. He stepped forward and took Samara’s hands from Ianto. Phillip’s fingers were slightly chilled compared to the dragon’s. “I’m very pleased to finally meet you.”

Samara was instantly charmed by him, but not in the way she’d been charmed by others of the Harkness-Jones family. He was serious behind his welcoming smile, and that seriousness was enough to convince her of his total sincerity. “As am I,” she said, equally sincere.

Phillip twisted slightly, and Samara found herself looking into silver-green eyes once more. “Lisa, this is your grandmother,” he introduced solemnly. “Samara, this is Lisa Harkness-Jones.”

Releasing Phillip’s hands, Samara knelt on the plush sea-blue carpet. It put her a little lower than the young dragon, but somehow she felt that she needed to make herself as less imposing as possible. “Hello, Lisa.”

“You…you’re really my grandmother now?” she asked timidly. Her wings fluttered slightly, and Samara took that to mean that Lisa was just as nervous as Samara herself was.

“I am,” she answered.

And then, to her complete surprise, Lisa launched herself at Samara, clinging to her as if she didn’t want to ever let her go.

Samara held her just as closely. She could feel the little dragon shaking against her, so she pulled her tightly against her, amazed that such a child who’d never met her before would be so inclined to accept her so completely. She knew her history, and of her strange fear of certain members of her own family, so to have her want to be close to Samara was a very pleasant surprise.

“You’re never going to leave, are you?” Her words were slightly sibilant, almost as if she had some sort of lisp.

“No,” Samara promised. “I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”

Lisa settled against her even more closely. “Good.”

Her eyes twitching up at Phillip, she caught his very own surprise at Lisa’s reaction to her. Then that surprise softened into happiness, as if he was glad that there was another adult that Lisa had taken a shine to. It meant sharing the burden of responsibility for the child, and that was something Samara was more than glad to do.

She was determined to find out what was going on with Lisa, and she would have an ally in that purpose.

Eventually the little girl let go, and Samara stood. She managed to catch the expressions on her family’s faces, and to a person they were all looking at her with varying degrees of happiness. Chief among those was Ianto, whose eyes were glittering with unshed tears. He nodded at her, giving her his silent permission to help his daughter however she could.

Phillip cleared his throat. “The shuttle is waiting,” he said. “Do you want to unload the Serpent’s Tooth now, or wait for another trip down?”

“Let’s head down now,” Ianto replied. “I’m sure Samara wants to see Jack as soon as she can. We can always come back up for everything but our cases later.”

Samara nodded. There wasn’t anything on the ship that couldn’t wait.