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September 2018



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Myfanwy 2

A Mother's Life - Chapter Ten

A Mother's Life - Chapter Ten
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 and for Warehouse 13.
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.

19 July 5119 (Earth Standard Date)

Ddraig Llyn


The lurch of time travel was something Samara knew she would never get used to, but at least she didn’t get sick on the return trip like she had when they’d arrived in 19th century London.

Still, she almost lost her balance as the world reformed about her, and she easily recognised the lounge of their family home as she regained her equilibrium.

Rhys said something, but he hadn’t turned his translator back on yet, so she didn’t understand, wishing she’d left hers on until they got back; although she was fairly certain he was cursing at the rough ride. 

Her face must have shown her confusion, because Rhys said what was obviously another curse word and reached up to touch his comm, reactivating the translator.  “Sorry about that, forgot I’d turned it off.”

“That’s fine,” she assured him. 

“What the hell?”

Samara’s head turned toward the voice, and just then noticed her son standing there, hands on his hips, looking extremely put out. 

“A strange door appears on our wall, and then you two vanish…”

And then Jack’s eyes went wide as he realised what she and Rhys were holding.

“Sorry about that,” River butted in, “but I had to borrow your mother because she was the only hope I had to get those eggs, since it was her ancestor who had them.”

The wonder on her son’s face was something Samara would never get tired of seeing.  Then he twisted slightly, shouting for Ianto over his shoulder, his eyes not leaving the precious burdens that she and Rhys were carrying.

“What is it?” Ianto came around the corner of from the kitchen.  James and Robyn were with him, and Samara wondered where the other children were. 

He stopped in his tracks the moment he caught sight of the eggs.

“Goddess,” he breathed.  “Are those…?”

“And those aren’t the only ones,” River said proudly.  With that announcement, she keyed open the stasis vault, swinging the door open with a flourish.

Ianto looked as if he wanted to faint.

“How?” Jack blurted.  He didn’t look all that steady on his feet, either. 

Samara could understand.  It was a shock to both of them, to see so many dragon eggs there when they’d both been so certain that none had survived.  Of course, that was all down to River and her egg hunt, that Ianto hadn’t been able to find any eggs when he’d been able to search. 

But, what would Ianto have done if he’d found those children back when he was looking for them?  He couldn’t have released them from their shells without a Dragonlord, and one of those hadn’t existed until Merlin had been reborn.  Chances were, those eggs would have become traps for the young life within them, and they never would have had a chance at life.

Like they did now.

As River went on to explain how she’d found that first egg in the Royal Treasury of a long-dead Russian Tsarina, Samara very carefully put her egg into its place within the vault, and Rhys did the same, needing them protected against anything that might happen.  And, to be honest, Samara was actually shaking just a little and she didn’t want to risk dropping it, after everything they’d gone through to get it.

She thought about her ancestor, the woman who’d been so damaged by her losses that she’d thought the world wasn’t worth existing any longer.  Samara wondered if, somehow, their presence had made it worse.  After all, wouldn’t Helena have thought the future was gone, once her only daughter was dead?  She had no way of knowing that Samara wasn’t descended from Christina Wells, but from another child that was born so much later.  Had knowing about the future made Helena’s despair that much worse?

There was no way of really knowing.

Her eyes couldn’t leave the egg that she’d placed within the stasis vault.  There was also no way of knowing if the baby within was even still living.  She hoped so.  She didn’t want to think that they’d gone all that way…

No, what she’d told Helena was true.  It didn’t matter.  That little one was home, and living or long gone that was what was important.

A hand rested on her shoulder, and Samara knew it was Rhys even before she turned to look up into his face.  There was hope and joy there, and it made him radiant in a way that had her breath catch.  He nodded once, as if he could read her mind and see her suddenly tumultuous thoughts, but he said nothing.

Together, the two of them stood there, listening to River spin her tales of adventures as she searched for these dragon children, and Samara was glad to be there with him, surrounded by family, current and future, knowing that her life had taken such a cosmic shift that it should have made her dizzy.

It didn’t, though.  Because she was home.