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July 2018



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Myfanwy 2

A Mother's Duty - Chapter Eighteen

A Mother's Duty - Chapter Eighteen
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. 

1 September 5115 (Earth Standard Date)

Gliese 581g (Hubworld)


“So, you finally came back.  And it only took me killing two people for that to happen.”

The scorn in Gray’s voice would have had Samara flinching if she wasn’t so determined not to show any weakness to her son.  “Yes, but that only showed me that there’s nothing we can do for you any longer.  You’re sick, Gray, and there’s not a thing we can do to heal you.”

Goddess, she hoped she was right.  She wanted this to work so very badly. 

“You can’t keep me like this,” Gray growled.  “Keeping me chained up like an animal will only make me want to escape and take my revenge on anyone in my way.  And, if you freeze me again, I’ll just wake up later even angrier than I am now.”  He grinned, a rictus, a deaths’ head expression.  “Your doctors aren’t ever going to convince me this isn’t Jamys’ fault, and I will get loose and hunt him down and tear his world apart, like I tried to before.  No one will be able to stop me for long.”

If Samara hadn’t been expecting this diatribe it would have sent her into a fresh wave of tears.  As it was, she simply stood a little taller as she stared down at her lost son, strapped to the bed, as he glared up at her with hatred in his dark eyes.

“Gray,” she said, certainty in her eyes and voice, “you are my son, and I will always love you.  But you cannot keep doing this.  You are wrong, but you just can’t accept it.”

He jerked against the restraints. “I’m not wrong!  Jamys let go of my hand!  He let those bastards take me, and now he’s out there in the universe living his perfect, immortal life while I’m scarred and broken!  He gets the happy ending while I have to live in hell!”

Samara wasn’t about to try to point out to him that Jack’s life was far from perfect, and that his immortality was more a curse than a blessing.  It wouldn’t do any good, and Gray would simply dismiss it. 

Still, she had one more thing to say.

“There’s a third alternative to keeping you here.”

That got her a mad-sounding laugh.  “You’d kill your own child?”

Samara did flinch then, because that had occurred to her, which was why she’d asked Ianto to renew his vengeance vow.  “Alright…a fourth alternative.”

She could imagine Ianto, Jack, and Phillip in the security centre, wondering just what the hell she was talking about.  She hadn’t bothered to explain, because this wouldn’t go over well with at least two of those three dear children.

And so, she spoke a single name.


The scent of roses filled the air as a whirlwind of flower petals came into being at the foot of Gray’s bed.  They exploded all over as the Fae who had once been the girl named Jasmine appeared.

The first thing she did was sneeze.

The second thing she did was bow to Samara.

“Lady, you have summoned me?”

The Fae looked out of place in the sterile environment of the secure room, all wildness and capricious nature.  Under the human-tinted lighting her skin was indeed green, her eyes fathomless black and knowing, wings gossamer and glittering. 

Hubworld certainly didn’t fit her.

“Can you keep anyone else from coming in here until we’re finished?” she asked.  She couldn’t have anyone interrupt; not now, when she believed she had the solution to all their problems.

Jasmine made a scoffing noise.  “None may enter until I allow it, Lady.”

“Good.”  She turned back to Gray, who was staring at Jasmine, his mouth opened in shock.  “Gray, this is Jasmine.  She’s one of the Fae.” 

“What is this?” Gray sneered, breaking free of his surprise.  “Have you brought in some alien to kill me?  Couldn’t Jamys do it himself?  I always knew he was a coward.”

Samara ignored him, addressing the Fae.  “Jasmine, you told me that you were taken to the Lost Lands and healed.  What did you mean by that?”

The Fae was examining Gray as if he was some interesting bug she’d found somewhere.  “His mind is much broken.  It would take much to make him whole.”

Hope flared through her like the sun rising.  “But you can do it?”

“This would be what you ask of us?” For the first time she’d met the Fae, Jasmine actually looked happy.  “This would fulfil our debt to you and yours?”

“Yes, it would…if you could truly do it and this isn’t some sort of trick.”

Jasmine regarded her with those otherworldly eyes.  “Lady, our Pacts hold us.  When the Ancient One and his mate did us service, that made us indebted to them...and, by extension, their family. We would not break this Pact even if the world was ending.  And, if his mind was not still so very young, we would not be successful even with all the magic at our disposal.  His body is too old to change.”

Samara had wondered about that, knowing what Ianto had told her about the Fae and their Chosen Ones.  It had been a gamble, thinking that Gray might have been young enough mentally and emotionally to be helped by the Fae, and it looked as if it might have paid off.

Gray was suddenly struggling so hard the bed was shaking.  He was snarling in rage and terror, eyes wide as did everything he could to escape. 

“I don’t want to be healed!” he shouted.  “You can’t take my hate away from me!  It’s all I have!”

“He is full of bright rage and dark hate,” Jasmine commented.  “It will take much to do what you ask, Lady.  But, if this is your wish, then we will do what we can.”

Samara knew this was the only alternative.  Gray had been correct; he would only keep trying to escape, or he’d only come out of cryo-sleep in the future that much angrier than when he’d gone under, and there was no way any of them would take that final step and execute him.  And there was no guarantee that he’d ever be healed by mortal means. 

Maybe it was time for magic.

She only hoped that Jack would, some day, forgive her.

“You can keep him from getting away?”

“None may leave the Lost Lands without the permission of the Fae,” Jasmine snorted. “We will only release him once he is healed…if he would wish to return to the mortal world.”  She gazed up at Samara.  “Know this, Lady…if your son does not wish to return after we have done for him what we can, then we will not force him.”

“If he’s healed and wishes to stay, then all I ask is someone tell me.  I can lose him if it means he’ll be back to himself, even if I never see him again.”

Samara didn’t want to give Gray up to the Fae, but this was, to her, the lesser of all four evils.  All she wanted was for him to be happy and healthy once more, and if that meant him staying in the Lost Lands…then so be it. 

“What do I have to do?” she asked.  “What makes this an official request for your Pact?”

Jasmine was practically dancing in place, her joy at having the Fae’s debt paid palpable in the rose-scented air.  “You must say the words, Lady.  You must say you are calling upon the Fae to fulfil the debt to your family.  Then you must state what we are to do for you.”

“Alright.”  Samara took a deep breath, feeling deep in her bones that this was the right thing to do. “I am calling upon the Fae to fulfil the debt that they owe to my family.  I wish for my younger son, Herbert Grayson Wells, to be taken to the Lost Lands, to be healed of his madness and hate and to be happy once more.”

“So mote it be.”

Samara wasn’t magical by any stretch of the imagination, but even she could sense the power in the words she’d just spoken, and in Jasmine’s response.  The world beneath her feet shifted, just a little bit, and her skin tingled with the magic that it released.  It felt…right.

“Thank you, Lady.” Jasmine bowed to her once more.  “While time means nothing to us, we were beginning to despair that our debt would never be discharged.”

With a beat of her wings, the Fae floated over to where Gray was still thrashing about on the bed.  She reached down and touched his forehead, and he stilled. 

“We will do our best for him,” Jasmine reiterated.  “This will be the last time we meet, Lady.  I shall return now to my true home.  But know that you have done a good thing today.  Have no doubt of that.”

The smell of roses grew once more, and then Jasmine and Gray were gone, and blood-red petals decorated the bed and the floor.