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Myfanwy 2

A Mother's Duty - Chapter Thirteen

A Mother's Duty - Chapter Thirteen
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:  As I said yesterday, these next two chapters needed to be posted together.  Hope you enjoy.  :)

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


31 August 5115 (Earth Standard Date)

Gliese 581g (Hubworld)


The black dragon stilled, as if she’d turned into a statue.  She could practically see the thoughts whirling through Lisa’s head, and she must have been trying to come up with some sort of denial.

“I saw the golden glow under the bathroom door,” Samara went on.  “There’s only one glow that I know of that’s that colour, and it’s from a transformation.” She reached over and placed her hand on Lisa’s shoulder.  “I hope you know you can trust me.”

Lisa slumped under Samara’s hand.  “I do, Gran…”

“How long have you been hiding this?”

“I…I woke up with my human form when I was nine,” the little dragon confessed. 

“Why didn’t you tell someone?”

This had to have been so hard on her, to keep this a secret from her family.  Samara wanted to understand why she’d hidden this for so long.

Lisa was silent for a long time, but Samara could tell it wasn’t because she was trying to come up with a plausible lie to cover herself. 

After a few minutes, she sighed.  A golden glow surrounded her, changing shape until a human-looking child sat on the bed.

She did look to be about fourteen.  As a human, Lisa had black hair that fell to her waist, and the same silver-green eyes of her dragon form, only with round pupils instead of slitted.  Her skin was porcelain pale, and she had high cheekbones and fine features.  She was only wearing a white shift; Samara knew from Ianto that a dragon had to be taught to change their clothes with them, it wasn’t instinctual, but no one would have been able to teach her how to do that.  So, for Lisa to have on any sort of clothes was a small miracle in and of itself.

“I couldn’t,” she whispered, her face hidden behind the curtain of her hair, “because I was afraid I’d be recognised, and I couldn’t risk that.”

Samara frowned.  “What do you mean?”

Lisa shook her head.  “After what I did, I couldn’t…I just couldn’t.” Her voice choked, but there was a note of relief in it, as if she was glad it was finally out in the open.  “I don’t deserve to be happy.”

Samara was confused…but that only lasted for about a minute, when she suddenly put it together, and she cursed herself for not figuring it out sooner.

“Who were you before?”

Because that was what Lisa was…a reincarnated soul, one that must have done something terrible to at least one member of the family, and there she was…surrounded by people who might have considered her an enemy. 

Lisa didn’t answer.  Samara did the only thing she could of: she gathered the now human-shaped dragon in her arms and hugged her fiercely, determining that, no matter what Lisa told her, she was going to accept her as her granddaughter. 

“It doesn’t matter to me what you’ve done in a previous life,” Samara tried to reassure her. “You’re still going to be my wonderful Lisa.  That life is over; this is the one you have now.  It doesn’t matter because you can start over.” 

There was a choked sob, and Lisa was collapsing into tears, great whoops echoing through the room as she wailed her agony and fear into violent existence.  Samara held her, attempting to soothe her with quiet words of assurance and love, wishing she could take this pain from her and spare her from it.  Her heart was breaking for this dear child, who’d thought she’d done something so horrible that she’d been afraid to admit who she really was to the very people who loved her the most.

She wasn’t about to fail someone else.  She’d already done that with Gray; there was no way she was going to do the same with Lisa.  Samara would hold her for as long as it would take.  She had all the time in the universe.

Eventually, Lisa began to calm within the circle of Samara’s arms.  “I messed up your shirt,” she hiccupped softly, nestling into Samara’s embrace.

“It washes,” she answered, not caring as long as Lisa was alright.  “Do you think you can explain things to me now?  I think you’ll feel better if you do.”

Lisa nodded against her chest.  The child sighed, then pulled away just a little, getting a bit more comfortable against her grandmother. 

“I…I started having dreams when I was really young, but I didn’t know what they were about, only that they were horrible.  Blood and magic and death…I didn’t understand that I was seeing myself in a previous life until I was just a bit older.  I’m sure Dad and Tad will tell you about the times I’d wake up screaming…”

They had, back when Samara had first come to stay, when they were explaining about the issues that their adopted children had been having.  Ianto had believed that Lisa’s nightmares had been of her life before she’d been magically preserved in her egg; but that had just been proved to be wrong. 

“The nightmares stopped after a while,” Lisa went on, “but I started having these…thoughts.  All I knew was that they weren’t right.  They weren’t what I’d experienced ever since waking up in Ddraig Llyn.  I was angry, because something inside me was telling me that I was being ignored, and that was wrong…I wasn’t, Dad and Tad love me!  I just kept thinking that it would change, and someday they’d just…I don’t know, Gran.  I couldn’t trust them to stay the way they were.”

“They’ll always love you, sweetheart.”  Samara tried to swallow her sudden anger at whoever had once treated Lisa’s former life so badly.  She wished she could steal some sort of time machine, find them, and give them a piece of her mind. 

“Yeah,” Lisa agreed.  “No matter what they did, I just didn’t believe in them.  I couldn’t help myself…”

“When did you finally realise what was going on?”

“I…” she swallowed hard.  “It was just before I gained my human form.  When I suddenly occurred to me that Arthur would know me the moment I turned human…because I’d grown up with him, you see.  And there was a chance that Merlin might as well, even though he didn’t see me as a child.”

Samara’s heart went into his throat at the admission.   That would mean that Lisa was the reincarnation of the one person that Arthur and Merlin might not want to see, not after what she’d done to them in their first lives.

Lisa was the reincarnation of Morgana le Fay, the woman who had been responsible for Arthur’s downfall and eventual death. 

“Oh you poor thing,” she rocked Lisa, tears choking her.  This was possibly the worst thing that could have happened.  She could certainly understand so many things now: her hiding from Arthur and Merlin; her uncertainty toward Ianto and Jack – from the histories, Uther Pendragon, Morgana’s father, hadn’t been exactly the best parent in the universe, having been so invested in his first-born son that he’d dismissed his own daughter.  Morgana had been eventually driven to try to take Camelot, first from Uther and then from Arthur, leading to the Battle of Camlann and Arthur’s demise.

“I couldn’t say anything!” Lisa whimpered.  “I couldn’t risk losing the only family I’d ever had that actually cared about me!  I don’t want to be Morgana…I want to be Lisa!”

“And that’s who you are.”  Samara pulled back just enough, to look her granddaughter in the eye.  “You are Lisa Harkness-Jones, the daughter of Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones.  They love you, and they won’t care who you were in a former life as long as you’re happy in this one.”

“Are you sure?” Her eyes were red and puffy, but she looked at Samara with such hope she swore that she would force Jack and Ianto to accept her if it came down to that.  Not that she thought it would; they’d proved just how much they cared about Lisa’s well-being just by letting her stay with Phillip and Clint when it had been obvious that they really had wanted her to rely on them instead, putting her needs first.

And now, Samara could see why Lisa, while adoring Clint, had still been slightly wary around him.  He, also, was a reincarnation, and should have recognised the signs in his little sister.  Still, that didn’t explain the other wariness she’d expressed around other members of her family, and she said so.

“Ianto – Tad – had once met Merlin and Arthur in their first life,” she explained.  “There was always a chance that he might have seen some sort of likeness of me as Morgana.  I couldn’t risk that.  With Nicole…she’s magic.  So was I, back then.  I didn’t want her to see that in me.”

“But you adore Phillip.”

Lisa nodded.  “His magic is different, and I didn’t think there was a danger of him noticing it in me, although I don’t think there is any.”  Then she blushed slightly.  “But…he…the only one true memory I have of my dragon family is the one of my father as he was preparing me for the egg.  Phillip…resembles him closely.  He’s always put me at ease because of it.”

That made Samara wonder if Phillip, himself, was a reincarnation, this one of Lisa’s biological father, and simply didn’t have those memories.  It would also be another reason why Lisa was so comfortable with him, more than anyone else in the family.

A dragon reincarnated as a human was a twist Samara could get behind.  It was truly apt for this family.

“Lisa,” she said, “we’re going to need to tell everyone – “

“No, Gran!  Please!” Her eyes began to fill with tears.  “I can’t!  I don’t want to lose my family now that I’ve found them!”

“You’re not going to lose them.”  Samara was absolutely certain of that.  “If Merlin and Arthur are upset by it, I just know that your Dad and Tad will talk them round.  Plus, there’s Phillip and Clint, and they’ll never give up on you.  You can trust them, Lisa.”  She didn’t call her Morgana, not after her vehement statement about wanting to be Lisa. 

“Yes, Lisa,” a soft voice came from the open door, “you can trust us.”

Samara hadn’t even heard Phillip and Clint come home.

Her grandson and his mate were in the doorway, Clint’s arms wrapped around Phillip from behind, his chin resting on his mate’s shoulder, tears in his eyes.  Phillip also looked soft and sad, the ice-blue in his eyes melted and warm. 

“How much did you hear?” Samara asked.  She wasn’t at all concerned about their reaction, just from their expressions.

“Nearly all of it,” Phillip admitted.  “I believe we missed the emotional beginning though.” 

Lisa was practically cowering in Samara’s embrace, but her eyes were so full of hope that it made Samara’s chest hurt to see it.  Phillip stepped out of Clint’s arms and knelt in front of her, taking Lisa’s hands in his.  “I don’t care who you were back in another life,” he said as Clint moved behind his mate, resting his hands on Phillip’s shoulders.  “You’re Lisa now, and we love you.”

“I can help you,” Clint added. “I’ve been through the whole, ‘I have all sorts of weird memories in my head’ thing, and I think we can get you through it.  If you’ll let us.”

In seconds, Lisa tackling Phillip, crying into his shoulder.  Only this time the tears were one of joy, at the secret that had been so heavy in her soul being out in the open and they weren’t turning her away.  Samara couldn’t help the bright smile that bloomed across her face as both her grandsons held onto Lisa as she cried, accepting her willingly and offering her the comfort she so desperately needed. 

Things could only get better now. 

It was at least one thing Samara hadn’t so completely failed at.