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Myfanwy 2

October 2018



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Myfanwy 2

A Mother's Duty - Chapter Three

A Mother's Duty - Chapter Three
Author: Milady Dragon
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): JackHarkness/Ianto Jones, Anwyn Harkness-Jones/Gwaine, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton, Arthur/Merlin (Mentioned)
Warnings: Angst, Mental Health Issues, Reincarnation
Spoilers:  Mostly for S2, E12 and E13 of Torchwood
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better.
Author's Note: This is the second story in the "Samara Wells Trilogy".  It deals with some issues that might be distressing to some, especially mental health issues concerning Jack's brother, Gray.  I'm not a trained therapist, so anything in here that might not work in the real world...well, it's all on me.

Summary:  Samara Wells got one of her sons back.  It's time to try and get the other back as well. 

15 August 5115 (Earth Standard Date)

Ddraig Llyn


The tingle of the transport subsided, leaving Samara on the small pad that had been installed under the stairs in her son’s home.  She sighed, wondering if anyone had noticed that she was gone…

And she got her answer the moment she opened the door.

Ianto was in the hallway, leaning against the wall, and he smiled when he saw her exiting the transmat station.  He was dressed casually, and of all things his feet were bare; one of the things Samara had noticed about her son-by-mating was that the dragon always took off his shoes when he was in the house, and encouraged others to do the same.  It was the reason there was a shoe rack just outside the transmat terminal, and Samara slipped hers off and placed them beside a pair of Jack’s sturdy work boots.

When she’d asked him about it, Ianto had simply shrugged and claimed that the tradition dated back to when the ancient Roman Empire had ruled this land, and something about sandals and getting things dusty.  Samara wasn’t an historian, but it made a certain amount of sense.

“How did it go?” Ianto asked as soon as she was done with her shoes.

Samara couldn’t help but chuckle.  “I should have known you’d figure it out.”

Ianto rolled his eyes.  “I was actually expecting you to go and see Phillip sooner.”

“I wanted to get settled in first,” she explained as the two of them left the transmat cubicle and made their way out into the house’s large lounge.  She didn’t see anyone around, and she looked at Ianto askance, curious to know where everyone was.

“Jack has the children out by the lake,” the dragon answered.  “James and William wanted to go for a flight, and we still like to make sure they aren’t alone when they do.  Not that I don’t trust them, of course…it’s just that things happen, and I know Jack wanted to keep an eye on them.”

Quite possibly the hardest thing Samara had found accepting was that her son had somehow gained the ability to change into a dragon himself.  Ianto had explained that it was a magical form, and that Jack couldn’t change outside of the valley, but it still had been a shock to her that magic could actually accomplish such a feat.  It was still taking her a bit of getting used to.

“Does he know?” she asked.

“Where you went?” Ianto shook his head.  “I told him that you were off visiting, but I didn’t say with whom.  Although I don’t think it would be a good idea to hide it from him.”

“I’m just worried about how he’s going to react.  Phillip says there’s a chance that Gray might not even wake up…” That was hard, knowing that her baby boy might have been more damaged by being frozen than he already was, but she was glad that Phillip had been honest with her.  “Phillip explained that he really should have been awakened once a year…”

“Yes, but we couldn’t take the risk.  Gray is highly unstable…and Jack, well…he still feels guilty for everything, and he just didn’t want something to happen and Gray escape from Torchwood.  There was no telling what he might have done.”

Samara could understand.  What had happened to Gray…it had been horrific, and it would have killed a lesser person.  Instead, he’d survived but had been so damaged by events that he hadn’t been acting rationally.  She knew it had only made sense for Jack to do what he’d done, and she would tell him that herself.  She didn’t want him to blame himself any longer.  None of what happened on that beach all those years ago had been his fault.  It had been so far beyond a child’s control. 

She was just happy that she recognised that, now.

“You should tell him,” Ianto encouraged softly.  “Yes, he’d been so very hurt by what had happened, but there’s always been that sliver of hope that things could change, that he could get his family back.”  He reached out, taking her hand, and it was so very different from Phillip’s touch, and yet the same…so supporting and understanding.  “He got you back, Mam.  He needs to see that, maybe, he could get his brother back as well.”

Samara could understand having that sort of hope.  For so long she’d despaired of seeing either of her boys again, believing they were both dead.  Now, she had her Jack – her Jamys – back in her life, and with him came a large family that had accepted her instantly despite what she’d done to Jack in the past. 

“And to be honest,” the dragon went on, “I think, of anyone, you would be the one with the best chance to bring Gray back.  You’re his mother…and I’ve long known that a child needs their mother.”  His lips quirked upward in a self-deprecating half-smile.  “I hadn’t had one in a very long time…until you came along.  My mother would have liked you very much, Samara.  She wouldn’t have hesitated to Name you a dragon-friend.”

That sent a surge of pride through Samara.  She’d had a crash-course in dragon traditions since she’d been found on Maker’s World, and she knew exactly what sort of honour that was.  She’d also been present when Ianto had Named her, the second night she’d spent in Ddraig Llyn, surrounded by her new family and their friends…and the Great Dragons, who had taken her breath away with their power and majesty.  She’d never truly believed in any sort of deity until then, and while the Great Dragons had denied being Gods, Samara felt that they were the closest she’d ever get to seeing such celestial beings.

She squeezed Ianto’s hand.  “Then let’s go see what Jack and the little ones are up to?”

That made Ianto’s small smile grow in to a large one.  He tugged on her hand lightly, and Samara accompanied him through the house and out onto the front lawn, then down the small path to the lake. 

Samara loved Ddraig Llyn.  Until she’d come to Earth, she’d spent the majority of her life on Maker’s World, surrounded by sea and sand and the chillness of the desert.  Her all-too-few forays offworld hadn’t prepared her for the sheer impressiveness and peacefulness of the valley where her family had lived for centuries.  The mountains that surrounded Ddraig Llyn were the tallest she’d ever seen; several of them capped with snow even in summer.  Trees of so many types clad their slopes, trees ancient almost beyond imagining.  On one of the mountains there was a dark, scar-like place that gave evidence of the fire that had broken out there after a lightning strike ten years ago; Ianto had told her the story of their family rallying around to stop it before it damaged more than just trees, and how fires did happen periodically…but that was simply the cycle of life in the valley, where fire cleansed and rain nurtured and the air circulated seeds and the earth accepted it all, steady and strong under their feet.

The lake was the bluest water that Samara had ever seen, so clear and deep it reflected the mountains in its depths.  Laughter sounded over the placid surface, and Samara looked up to see her son, now a magnificent blue-grey dragon, circling overhead and surrounded by four smaller dragons: red, brown, green, and black.  Another dragon, this one the colour of the purest sapphires – Anwyn, Samara knew – batted at the larger dragon playfully with her tail, making Jack growl and dart toward her, and she gracefully moved out of the way of a snapping wing.

Samara couldn’t help but grin at the sight.  They were all so playful, and it warmed her heart.