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October 2018



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Myfanwy 2

A Mother's Duty - Chapter Seventeen

A Mother's Duty - Chapter Seventeen
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:  Here, as promised, are the last three chapters.  Starting tomorrow is "A Mother's Life", the last story in Jack's Mom's trilogy. 

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

1 September 5115 (Earth Standard Date)

Gliese 581g (Hubworld)


“He tried to escape,” Phillip said.

Samara felt the blood leave her face at the announcement.  She sank into the guest chair in Phillip’s office as Jack and Ianto stood behind her, listening as Phillip went on.

“As you know from the reports, Gray had been unresponsive for the last two days.  One of the nurses who went in to check on him went to adjust the restraints…and he killed him.  From there, Gray took out the two guards on the door, killing one of them as well and critically injuring the second.  He got as far as the security centre before he was stopped.”

Phillip looked tired.  “Samara, you’re his mother…it’s up to you what we do next.  It’s become apparent that we can’t keep him restrained all the time…but we can’t release him, because of the danger he represents.  And pumping him full of sedatives isn’t the way to go, either.”  He sighed.  “I’m so sorry for even suggesting we bring him out of cryogenic suspension.  I honestly believed we could help him…but nothing we’ve done has worked.  He’s still determined to blame Jack for what happened to him, and when he was overpowered and taken back to his room he kept shouting for Jack to come and face him.  Pretty much called him every name he could think of, in about half a dozen languages.”

Samara forced back the sob that rose in her chest.  She’d known it would come down to this…at this point, Gray was beyond their best efforts to save.  It didn’t matter what she told him, or the doctors, or the therapists…he just kept blaming Jack for his capture. 

“I’ll talk to him.”  She couldn’t see Jack’s face from where she was sitting, but she could hear the utter defeat in his voice.  His hand came to rest on her shoulder, and Samara reached up and grasped it, needing the support as much as giving it to him as well.

Phillip’s expression was sympathetic.  “Jack, it’s only going to hurt you more if you do…”

“I know.  Phillip, it’s not your fault.  You really did think you could help him.  But Gray’s always going to blame me, and I can’t…”  The sob that Samara has denied exploded from Jack, and she was up and out of her chair with her arms around him, holding him as her eldest son wept, his tears hot against the skin of her neck.

That was all it took for Samara to begin to cry, too.

At that moment though, she wasn’t certain just who she was crying for.  Herself, for failing her second son and losing him?  For Jack, who was being blamed for something he had no control over?  Or for Gray, whose mind had been destroyed by his torturers?  Or maybe for Phillip, who’d had such hope that Samara would be able to turn the tide of Gray’s insanity?

She honestly couldn’t tell.

Another pair of arms encircled them, and Samara knew it was Ianto needing to comfort both his mate and his mother-by-mating.  She let herself accept it, and the three of them stood there, just supporting each other in their misery.

Eventually they disentangled from one another.  Samara stepped back, giving each of her sons a shaky smile before she approached Phillip and hugged him, as well.  The mage started in surprise, but then returned the embrace, the soft fabric of his uniform tunic cool beneath her cheek.

He didn’t let it last for long, and he pulled away, smiling down at her. “Thank you, Samara.”

She punched him lightly in the forearm. “It’s Gran.”

“I feel strange calling a woman so much younger than I am ‘Gran’,” he huffed in laughter.

“No,” she teased, “it’s just beyond your sense of dignity.”

“That, too,” he admitted, smiling. 

“Thank you for trying,” she told him. 

“I almost wish I hadn’t,” Phillip said ruefully.

“We’d be no better off now if Gray had been left in cryo-sleep,” she said.  “At least now we know how badly off he really is.”

“Maybe further into the future things will be different,” Ianto soothed.  “We can put him back in suspension and try again.”

Samara was aware that, if they did that, she’d never see Gray again.  But there really was no choice.  They couldn’t do anything for him now, and keeping him a prisoner was, in the long run, only going to make things worse.  Besides, when that time came Jack would still be around, as would Ianto and Phillip, and they would do everything in their power to help Gray back to the way he should be…

But wait…

That was the issue, wasn’t it?  If Gray came back at all, it would have been in the mindset of the child he’d once been.  After his having been taken away, his mental growth had been stunted…at least according to the reports she’d been given.  He might have gained the knowledge of how to torture and kill, but his emotions were still those of a traumatised little boy.

Could that be the answer?

“Mom?” Jack asked tentatively.  “Are you alright?”

She glanced up at her son, seeing the puzzlement and concern in his eyes.  Both Ianto and Phillip were looking at her with the same expressions, and Samara realised she must have zoned out when the possible solution had presented itself to her.

“I want to see Gray,” she said, a non-answer if ever there was one.  But she couldn’t tell them what was on her mind…not yet, not until she saw Gray one final time.

“Mam,” Ianto sounded hesitant, “what’s on your mind?”

“Maybe another possibility,” she answered.  “I need to see Gray.”