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Myfanwy 2

November 2018



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Myfanwy 2

A Mother's Duty - Chapter Nineteen

A Mother's Duty - Chapter Nineteen
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:  And here's the last chapter.  Enjoy!  :)

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

2 September 5115 (Earth Standard Date)

Gliese 581g (Hubworld)


The remains of Roundstone Wood were…different, now that the Fae no longer lived within them.

Samara had taken her usual seat.  Not because she thought Jasmine would appear, but because she wanted to see what changes had occurred now that the Fae’s magic was no longer supporting the unnatural lack of aging in the trees.

The silence was gone; now Samara could make out the traffic sounds beyond the edge of the park, and the rustling of the grass and the wind in the leaves.  The air was also lighter, and it was less dark than it had been.  Samara was glad; it was time for the natural flow of things to return to this place. 

Jack and Ianto both had left Torchwood before Samara had even left the empty room where Gray had once been kept.  Her heart had sunk at their going, but she could understand.  They’d once fought the Fae and lost; both knew just what she’d done by sending Gray with them.  That silent recrimination had been worse than Jack yelling at her, but Samara could accept it if it meant Gray might, some day, come back to them and not be so very angry and hateful.

Phillip had ushered her out of the Tower and back to his and Clint’s, where he’d plied her with tea and had settled her on the sofa with a warm blanket, even though she wasn’t really in shock.  She’d known exactly what she was doing when she’d called Jasmine.  It had been a risk, and only time would tell if it would pay off, but it was really the only decision she could make.  The moment she’d put together what Jasmine had said, and what the reports had stated about Gary’s mental condition, it had been worth a try. 

Phillip had been impressed.  So had Clint, who must have made it to the Tower just in time to see her summon Jasmine over the security cameras.  Bu then, they hadn’t had the first-hand experience with the Fae that Jack and Ianto had; all they’d had were the old records, and hadn’t been so emotionally invested in what she’d done.

That morning, she’d awakened in her room and had cried.

It wasn’t in sadness; more of a relief that it was finally over, that she wouldn’t have to be scared that she’d wreck Gray more than he’d already been.  It was now in the hands of the Fae, and they would do their best in order to fulfil their debt to Jack and Ianto.  Their Pacts would hold them to that.

“I’m not mad, you know.”

Samara’s breath hitched in her lungs at the sound of her son’s voice.  She craned her neck around, and saw Jack standing there, hands in his pockets, looking tired and forlorn.

At her nod, he took the seat next to her.  Jack didn’t touch her, and Samara waited him out, to see what he would do. 

The silence was comfortable between them, which gave Samara hope that things would be alright.

“Why did you do it, Mom?” he asked plaintively.  “Why would you give Gray to the Fae?”

“You heard what your brother said.  He would either keep trying to escape – and eventually, he would succeed and more would die – or he’d just come out of cryo-sleep angrier than ever.  Or, I could have let Ianto fulfil his Rite of Vengeance, but that would have been so very hard on him…and on you.  I’d made him promise to, and you agreed…but it came down to letting you both live with that decision, and I just couldn’t do it.  I was being selfish in asking.”

“But it was the Fae!” Jack exclaimed.  “I know Ianto told you about them!  You can’t trust them!”

“But I can trust the Pacts,” she pointed out. “And I can trust them wanting to get out from under that debt they owed you both for saving Earth’s children.  That’s why Jasmine was here, you know…she was waiting for you to ask them to discharge that vow.  Now she and the other Fae here were able to go home.”  Samara turned to look at him.  “They were bound to you, Jack.  You and Ianto.  And it was time for you to let them go.”

Jack let out a breath.  “You could have explained before you did it.”

“And have you try to stop me?” She shook her head.  “I couldn’t risk that, Jack.  I’m Gray’s mother; it was my call to make.”

“Are you so sure they can help him?” His voice, normally so strong, was plaintive and sounded so very young. It was a capitulation of sorts, and Samara reached over and took his hand.

“Jasmine seemed to think so, and I honestly don’t think she was lying to me.  She had no real reason to.”

Of course it had come to Samara, as she was lying in bed last night, that Jasmine might have lied in order to get Samara to discharge the debt.  They’d been waiting for so long, after all, and as the Fae had claimed they’d begun to despair that the debt would never be called in. 

But Samara had dismissed it.  It simply wasn’t in the Fae’s best interest to take on a damaged human being and attempt to heal them.  And, if there was one thing she’d learned from Ianto’s stories, was that the Fae always had their own best interests at heart.

“I hadn’t even known that the Fae was here until Ianto told me,” Jack admitted.  “The first thing I wanted to do was get rid of them, but Ianto argued me out of it.  It felt like our new life was being tainted in some way.  I’d thought we’d left them all back on Earth.”

“Something like that you just can’t leave behind.  Especially when there’s that sort of thing binding you together.”  She smiled, dragging his hand into her lap, remembering her wondering why Jack had chosen these particular trees.  Maybe that was the reason; they were bound together, and her son hadn’t realised it.  Perhaps he did, now.  “But they’re gone now.  I doubt you’ll ever see the Fae again.”

“I hope not.” She felt him shiver.  “I’d fully intended never to call in that debt.  I didn’t want a thing to do with the Fae.”  He sighed.  “And now my brother is in the Lost Lands.  It’s not something I’d ever believed would happen.”  Jack squeezed her hand.  “I never would have been able to do it, even if I’d considered it in the first place.”

“There are some decisions you should never have to make, Jamys,” she said, falling back on his birth name.  “This was one of them.”

They sat there in silence for a moment, Samara listening to life going on around them just beyond the borders of the park.  Maybe getting Gray out of cryogenic freeze had been a mistake, but at least Samara had answers now.

And, possibly, one day her younger son might come back to them. 

At least she had hope now.