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July 2018



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Myfanwy 2

A Mother's Duty - Chapter Five

A Mother's Duty - Chapter Five
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.

A/N2:  I feel like two chapters today.  That sound alright?  *winks*

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


16 August 5115 (Earth Standard Date)

Gliese 851g (Hubworld)


“I’m going to be right in the security centre,” Phillip reassured Samara.  “We have cameras in the room, so we can be there in moments if anything happens.”

Samara nodded, but his words did nothing to calm her raging nerves.  She had arrived at Torchwood Tower that morning, with Lisa in tow, and one of the first things Phillip had done was sit her down and tell her exactly what they’d discovered last night when they’d taken Gray out of cryo-sleep.  All readings on the equipment had been nominal, but there was still a chance that being that long frozen might have done damage that they wouldn’t know anything about until Gray was fully conscious.  Samara had accepted that news, outwardly calm and determined, but her insides were squirming and she thought she might throw up from the feelings of dread that were washing over her like the high tide. 

Lisa had gone to stay with Clint and Nicole at their home.  She really didn’t need to be anywhere near the tower if this didn’t work.

A warm hand rested on her shoulder, and she smiled up at Ianto.  The dragon had also insisted on coming along, telling her it was to give them a level of security they might not have in case something went wrong.  Samara also knew it was because Ianto had once sworn a Vow of Vengeance against Gray, and it was only his word to Jack, a long time ago, that had stayed his hand.  He wanted to make absolutely certain that, if he needed to act, he could without Gray doing anything else to Jack. 

That meant he would be watching on the same cameras that Phillip was.

Jack, however, had stayed home.  Samara could tell just how terrified he was, and while usually she knew he was quite brave, this was throwing him badly.  In fact, Jack had volunteered to come with them, but Ianto had practically ordered him to stay home.  The relief Jack had felt at that command had been palpable in the atmosphere of the Harkness-Jones kitchen that morning.

“He won’t hurt me,” Samara said with more conviction than she was actually feeling.  Gray had been physically and psychologically damaged; there was no telling what he might do, even if he woke up with his mind intact.     

Phillip didn’t look that sure himself, but he nodded in response.  “We have him restrained, and I’m afraid he’s going to need to stay that way for the time being, until we can determine if he’s a security risk.  We don’t want him escaping.”

Samara could certainly understand that.  After all the chaos that Gray had once rained down on Old Cardiff, they wouldn’t want him to get away to do the same thing on Hubworld.  Despite the planet being Torchwood’s main base, there were families that lived in Gliese City, and she didn’t want anyone innocent hurt or killed simply because she’d felt the overwhelming need to have her younger son back with her. 

“Samara,” Ianto spoke up quietly, “you don’t have to be here.  We know you love Gray, but if this is too much for you…”

“No, I’ll be fine.  It’s just…” she let out a small sob that there had been no way she would have held in, “he’s my baby.  I thought he was lost for so long…almost as long as I’d thought I’d lost Jamys.  Franklin and I failed him, Ianto…we failed both our sons.  I have my older boy back; now I need to do the same thing for my youngest.”

She could see the empathy in his oh-so ancient eyes.  “I understand.  If I could somehow save my own family, I’d do everything in my power.” 

Samara could hear what the dragon wasn’t saying.  But I wouldn’t risk my current family to do it. 

That wasn’t what she was doing in this instance, however.  There would be no risk if she could somehow get through to Gray.  And, if there wasn’t, then she would approve Phillip putting him back into cryo-freeze to be awakened again at another time.

“I’ve also contacted a couple of the best therapists out there,” Phillip said.  “They’re standing by.  And if I have to call in medical specialists, I will.  This is possibly the best chance we have to rehabilitate him, Samara.”

She had to agree.  In this time, this place…it felt right.  This really would be the only chance they had, no matter what else Samara might have considered.  If they had to freeze Gray again, it would most likely be for good.

Maybe she should let Ianto fulfil his Vow of Vengeance in that case.  It might be more of a mercy than perpetual cold storage.

No, she couldn’t even think about that.  She had to concentrate on bringing Gray back to the family, where he belonged.

Taking a deep breath, Samara nodded in acknowledgement.  “How long before he wakes up completely?”

“It’ll be any time now,” the ice mage answered, “according to the sensors we have in the room.” 

“Then I want to be there when he does.” 

Phillip nodded once.  “The door is down the hall.  I’ve put a couple of guards on it, just as a precaution.”

She’d known that Phillip was organised, but this was really the first time she’d seen him in action, and it was fairly impressive.  She made a mental note to come to him when it was time for Jack’s birthday; she thought perhaps a surprise party might be nice.

And, perhaps, Gray might be there as well.

Ianto hugged her.  She wanted to stay like that, taking the comfort that was being offered, but she had work to do.

Trying her best to calm her nerves, Samara left the security centre and made her way down toward Gray’s room.  It was obvious to pick out, with the two large armed guards standing on either side of the closed door. 

Samara’s heart was pounding so hard she could barely hear beyond it.  The off-grey walls of the security section felt as if they were closing in on her, but she did her best to ignore it as she approached the guards Phillip had ordered to be ready outside of her son’s room. 

The right-hand guard nodded as the other greeted her with a quiet, “Ma’am,” then used his hand-print to trigger the biometrics on the door.  There was a soft click –  the sound like a gunshot in the silence of the corridor –  as the lock disengaged.

A small part of her wanted Samara to turn and walk away.  That she didn’t want to see Gray; to see what those bastards had done to him to change him from the loving little boy she’d raised and into the killer he’d become.  That didn’t want her memories tainted by what was in that room.

But no.  She couldn’t take the coward’s way out.  She was Gray’s mother, and it was up to her to do everything she could to help him heal.

Grabbing her courage in both metaphorical hands, she pushed the door open and stepped into the room.