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Myfanwy 2

October 2018



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Myfanwy 2

A Mother's Life - Chapter One

A Mother's Life - Chapter One
Author: Milady Dragon
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, Anwyn Harkness-Jones/Gwaine, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton, Arthur/Merlin, Rowena Harkess-Jones/Henry Morgan, Other Pairings
Warnings: Fluff, a little Angst, Reincarnation, Lots of Timey Wimey.
Spoilers:  Small ones for Doctor Who
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better.
Author's Note: This is the third story of the Samara Wells trilogy.  It does a little skip in time, taking place immediately after the events of "Lost and Found"

Summary:  Someone arrives in Samara's life that turns it upside down, and makes her a part of history she never knew she would be.

14 July 5119 (Earth Standard Date)

Ddraig Llyn


Samara loved Ddraig Llyn.

It was so very different from Boeshane; where that had been all desert and sand, the valley was all green and vibrant, with its ancient trees and tall mountains that protected Ddraig Llyn from the outside world of cities and people.  It was as if the place had been somehow cut off from the rest of the planet…and perhaps it had, with the magic that permeated everything around them. 

The people who lived there – besides her family, of course – had all once been outsiders who had turned their backs on what they’d known before.  They loved this simpler life, of green and grey and blueness of fresh water.  That wasn’t to say there wasn’t technology that aided in their lives; the village green itself saw regular shuttle flights to bring in supplies and new residents who were looking to re-embrace the magic of the past…both relatively and figuratively.  Computers and communicators kept them linked to the greater universe, and there were a few personal transmats that made it simple to come and go as anyone pleased.  

Still, it was so very easy to lose oneself in the peace of Ddraig Llyn, and to forget that there was a Human Empire and Twelve Galaxies of civilization out there.  Those who needed that balm to their soul thrived in the quiet of the valley, and Samara had come to quickly realise that she was one of those as well.

Especially after so many things that had happened to her ever since she’d come from Maker’s World to live with her son’s family.

The buildings of the village that hugged the shores of the lake were as timeless as the atmosphere.  Constructed of dark wood and sturdy stone, each and every one of them was a throwback to a different era on the outside.  There were homes, and the co-op – where the residents could get their supplies – and the tiny doctor’s office where Gaius Richardson, the Torchwood medical officer who also doubled as the personal physician to the Jones clan, took up residence when he was in the valley, making his rounds and enjoying the scenery. 

Then there was the Green Dragon Inn.

It really wasn’t an inn any longer, but the name had stuck; someone had even made a sign that hung over the front door, the brilliant dragon on it almost a perfect portrait of the house’s owner.  Three storeys tall, not including the half-submerged hoard room that had once been a pub and the attic, it dominated the village like its family did now.  The sun caught in the panes of glass of the large skylight in what would have been the attic in any other house, sending prisms of light across the slate roof and into the trees at the rear of the house.  Flowers were in full colour across the front, glowing against the ancient stone of the façade.  The wide wooden main door was open, as it usually was during the day, letting in the warm summer air.   From where Samara stood she could just make out the interior; within the lounge sat her granddaughter, Lisa, who was working on her knitting.  She’d wanted to learn, and Samara had been glad to teach her, and she knew that the young dragon’s current project was a scarf for Phillip, who she claimed was always cold.

She wasn’t all that wrong, but then Phillip was an ice mage, after all.

Laughter dragged her attention back to the lake. Two of her other grandchildren, James and William, were playing tag over the placid waters, red and brown scales of their dragon forms twisting around each other as they avoided being tagged by their third, green Oswyn.  They were technically teenagers now, but they sometimes still acted like the children they were in dragon years. 

The two youngest, Alyce and Robyn, were seated on a blanket near the bank, playing a card game, golden head and brown close together as they talked.  Robyn was also a born dragon, but for some reason she was completely terrified of flying, and kept to her human form as much as she possibly could.  Alyce, the youngest of Jack and Ianto’s natural children, didn’t have a dragon form yet, and both she and Robyn were practically inseparable. 

Jack and Ianto had been gone for over three standard weeks.  It was telling on the children, but at least it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.  William was pretty much over any sort of separation anxiety he’d suffered when younger, dragging James and Oswyn along with him into his unease at the thought of being abandoned by yet another family.  Yes, they were getting antsy about having their parents back, but Samara had been able to distract them a bit.  Robyn and Alyce had been fine with the absence, although they were missing Jack and Ianto something fierce, which was natural.  Lisa, of them all, was handling it the best, but then she’d become so much more settled once her secret had been exposed.  It didn’t hurt that she was missing Phillip just as much. 

However, they were due back today.  Jack had contacted them last night, saying that he and Ianto were on Hubworld and would be transmatting back today, bringing with them their friend from the past.  Samara had been curious about Rhys Williams, the man who’d been taken by what her boys called the Old Cardiff Rift, and had been deposited on an alien planet where he’d been treated like some sort of criminal.  Jack had said that they’d wanted to make sure there hadn’t been any damage done by Mr Williams’ forced transport through the space/time event, but then they’d be coming home. 

They’d also wanted to help get Nathan settled in at Phillip and Clint’s home on Hubworld.  The young dragon, after having been shot by a bounty hunter with an armour-piercing bullet, was recovering well, and would be staying home until he was fully healed.  Samara had been shocked when she’d received that particular bit of news, and a part of her had wanted to go with Jack and Ianto when they’d left to fetch Nathan home.  But she knew she needed to stay there, with the youngest of the clan, and make certain they were going to be fine.

“They’re here!” Lisa’s shout broke Samara out of her thoughts.

Knowing that the fliers might not have heard her announcement, Samara put her fingers in her mouth and blew out a sharp whistle, getting the attention of everyone.  In seconds, all three dragons were landing in front of her, changing back into their human forms, and Alyce and Robyn had gathered their cards and the blanket and had joined them. 

“Are they home?” William asked, breathless with excitement.

“Yes they are,” Samara confirmed.

The rush to the house nearly took her off her feet.

Laughing, Samara made her own way back inside, to find all the children gathered around their parents, clogging the hallway, greeting them effusively.  Jack and Ianto were giving out hugs to each, including Lisa, who could be a bit standoffish about affection.  Samara was glad to see her really accepting the love that her parents gave her unconditionally, moving past the barriers of her past life as Morgana le Fay.

The man lurking a bit behind the group looked a bit uncertain, so Samara decided that she wasn’t about to let him get lost amid all the free-floating happiness.  She stepped around her family and toward him, holding out her hand.  “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr Williams,” she said warmly.  “I’m Samara Harkness, Jack’s mother.”

She’d decided to take on Jack’s surname not long after the events with Gray.  Samara had concluded that, if she really wanted to immerse herself within her new family, then she wanted to be recognised as being related to them, and taking the name that her son had adopted for himself so long ago seemed to have been the next logical step. 

Rhys Williams was handsome man, with dark hair and eyes and a friendly, open face.  He was somewhat stocky, a little shorter than his former bosses.  He hadn’t looked very comfortable until Samara had approached him, but she could certainly understand his hesitation.  He’d been thrown into the far future, away from everything he’d known, and it would take some time for him to be completely at ease with his surroundings.  Hopefully being there, in Ddraig Llyn, would help with that.

Rhys Williams smiled, taking her hand.  “It’s a pleasure,” he returned, “although I had no idea that Jack’s Mam would be such a looker.”

“Oi, Williams!” Jack exclaimed, “are you flirting with my Mom?”

Rhys smirked.  “You flirted with mine, Harkness.  Turnabout and all that.”

Samara laughed as her son seemed to think about it for a moment, and then shrugged.  “You have a point.” He was completely unapologetic, winking at Mr Williams broadly.

She had to wonder if Jack actually remembered flirting with his friend’s mother, or if he was just assuming that he’d done it since he did seem to flirt with a lot of people.  A part of her was sad at that, that someday he might very well forget her as well, but it was the price that Jack paid for being immortal.

But then, Ianto would be there to help him through everything, even after their mortal friends were gone. 

“You’re quite a charmer,” Samara commented. 

“I learned from the best.” Mister Williams jerked his head in Jack’s direction.

“I’m glad to know you finally acknowledge that little fact,” Jack favoured him with a smirk and a leer that had Ianto rolling his eyes. 

“Everyone,” the dragon said, “I want you to meet Rhys Williams, an old friend of mine and your father’s.  Rhys, these are the youngest of our children…” He went around and introduced them all, not differentiating between the five former orphans and their blood child.  It was something that Samara had noticed from the very beginning, that neither Jack nor Ianto treated the five any different than any of their other children, and was proud of them for it.

“You came through from the past, right?” James asked. 

“That’s right,” Mr Williams admitted. 

“And you’re gonna stay, right?” Oswyn added hopefully.

The man seemed a little surprised by the tone of her question.  “Yep, I am.  This is going to be my home from now on.” 

That got him several excited dragon children clamouring for his attention.  She could tell he hadn’t been expecting such acceptance, but at the same time Samara knew her grandchildren, and how much they wanted more and more people around them who weren’t going to leave anytime soon. 

“Can you tell us about our parents when they were really young?” Robyn asked in her shy voice.

That brought out a deep, happy laugh from Jack.  “Enough with the age comments!”

Ianto smiled fondly.  “Family friendly, Rhys,” the dragon reminded him.

That got him a round of groans.  “C’mon, Tad,” William practically whined. “We’re old enough to get the really good stories!”

“And that tone is why you get the age-appropriate stuff.”  Jack ruffled William’s brown hair, and the teen ducked him easily, shooting his Dad an offended glance. 


Samara couldn’t help the laugh.  William was at that age where he thought he was way too old for that sort of thing, and Jack knew that.  It didn’t stop him at all from embarrassing the young dragon. 

“Dad?” Lisa put in.  She was the only one of the children who didn’t gang up on the three men; she stood back a little, her pale face smiling as she watched the fuss being made. 

“What is it, sweetheart?” Jack answered as he tried to usher everyone into the lounge.  Ianto took the hint and had them all away and out of the hall, leaving Jack, Lisa, and Samara who lagged behind in order to see if she’d be needed.

Jack put a hand on her shoulder, and Lisa leaned into the contact, her eyes content.

“Is Nathan going to be okay?” 

“Yes, he is,” her Dad assured her. 

“Can I go and see him?”

Of all the children, Lisa was perhaps closer to the Coulson-Jones part of the family.  Samara knew just how furious she’d been when Lisa had heard about what had happened on Dahlnia Prime, and how pleased she was when Phillip had demanded the Rite of Vengeance.  Samara was positive that, if she could, she would be right there beside Phillip when punishment against the ones responsible was meted out.

Jack gave her the smile he reserved for his family; quiet and loving, without a hint of the boisterous personality he showed the rest of the universe.  “Of course you can.  Phillip and Clint are expecting you whenever you want to go.”

Lisa hugged him.  “Thank you.”

He wrapped her in his arms, pressing a kiss against her black hair.  “You don’t have to thank me.  I know how much you love Nathan.”  In some ways Nathan was more of a brother than a cousin.  Samara had to wonder just how long it would be before Lisa left their ‘nest’ there in the valley and moved permanently to Hubworld.  Phillip had already been talking about setting up an internship for her with Torchwood, and while neither Jack nor Ianto were ready for any of their children to leave their home, they would continue to support her in whatever she wanted to do.

“I’ll go after lunch,” she said into his chest.  “I don’t want Mr Williams to think I don’t like him.”

Jack glanced at Samara over Lisa’s head, his eyes pleased.  “I doubt he’ll think that, Lisa.  He cares for Nathan about as much as you do.”  He pulled away, holding her at arms’ length, his eyes searching hers.  “You don’t blame Rhys for what happened, do you?”

“No, Dad,” she answered.  “It wasn’t his fault that he was taken by a Rift, and it certainly wasn’t his fault that the aliens he ended up with were being stupid.  He’s as much a victim as Nathan is in all this.”

He shook his head.  “I forget just how mature you are sometimes.”

Lisa rolled her eyes.  “It’s because my brothers are silly.”

Jack looked very amused.  “And there’s the child in you.”  He put an arm around her.  “Let’s go and join everyone else.”

Samara followed the two of them, and into the happy chattering that filled the lounge as their family got to know their newest edition.