Prompt #4: Underappreciated.
Warnings: Little bit of a domestic Jack in this one. Ianto's sick…well not like that but ill…oh I give up. Oh and an OC is introduced. I like her and don't think she's a Mary Sue.
Spoilers: None

A/N: Last One…oh wow, it's over. My first prompt table and my first Torchwood fic, ever, over, done, kaput, no more, zip, zero, zilch, no more…wow that's kinda scary. Now, Check out Leaving, which is a continuation of prompt number 9, titled Leaving. And now on with the story.

Jack was freaking out, to put it loosely. Ianto hadn't shown up at the Hub that morning and there weren't any emails either. Of course that probably meant that Ianto had left a voice message but Torchwood didn't have one and Jack had never figured out how to work the one on his mobile. Also, Gwen, Owen and Tosh were not helping, with their rolled eyes and muttered Teaboy is a big boy Jack he can take care of himself

"Are you sure that I'm being to annoying, 'cause I can be more annoying Ianto, luv" Gloria snarked at her best friend. Despite having lived in Cardiff for the past four years, she had spent her childhood here as well, her teenage years were spent in Newark, New Jersey, Gloria was tan with chocolate brown eyes that shimmered with green and amber in annoyance. Her blackish blue hair with purple streaks fell in layers around a round, heart-shaped face. The hairstyle combined with the tattoos and snakebites that graced Gloria's body, she was the last person on Earth that most people would have associated with Ianto Jones.

"I'm fine, Morning Glory, promise. It's just a stomach bug, nothing to worry yourself about." Ianto smiled, his stormy blue eyes glittering in amusement at his friends antics.

"That's the whole damned problem, luv, you're sick and if I go to work then you're all alone" Gloria sighed, she and Ianto had been having the same argument for the past twenty minutes. Ianto was lying in his bed, made of cherry wood, covered by a navy blue duvet; underneath him was the set of cream silk sheets that Gloria had bought him for his birthday last year.

"I give up. Let me go make a phone call and get some materials for soup alright luv, I'm staying home today." Gloria decided for Ianto.

Shortly after Gloria had started to make soup for Ianto, Jack arrived at the apartment complex he knew Ianto lived in.

"Come on, number 444b, Found It!" Jack shouted feeling better about himself now that he had successfully found Ianto's apartment. He rapped on the door, more than ready to kick it in but refraining, after all if he did that he would have to pay for a new door. However, Jack had been unprepared for the door opening to find a punk chick with a spatula and a bad attitude on the other side.

"Ah, so ya did get my phone message then. You are Captain Harkness, yes?" The punk chick said.

"Yeah, I'm Jack Harkness, who the hell are you?"

"Ok then, ya didn't get the message. Name's Gloria Hart. No relation to your John Hart, promise. Ianto did mention that the two of ya were in a relationship of sorts. Just head into the bedroom, but no sex mind you, he's still sick and should be resting," Here she turned her head and shouted "NOT SNOOPING AROUND THE KITCHEN LOOKING FOR COFFEE!"

"Um…ok. I promise nothing inappropriate will be done. I don't really know how to work my voice mail so, no; I didn't get your message, Gloria." Jack responded, entering the apartment.

"Ok then. Can you make soup?" Gloria questioned,

"Yep. Probably one of the only things I can cook" Jack quipped back.

"Good, then off to work with me. Be a good boy for your Captain, Ianto" Gloria smirked at Ianto, who just flushed at the implication.

Time Skip

"Well, she's rather interesting." Jack commented.

"Who, Gloria? Yeah, I suppose she is to those who don't know her, sir. She's rather underappreciated, until she's missed for a day or three" Ianto said, smiling fondly at the memory.
"Care to share?" Jack teased.
"Not really Jack," Ianto said softly, "It's her story to tell."
"So, is she always like that?" Jack questioned.
"You should see her in full on maternal mode" Ianto deadpanned.
"We missed you at the Hub today" Jack said softly as he tucked Ianto into the bed.
"Now maybe you'll all realize how damn underappreciated I am" Ianto smirked
"Yeah, I think after today they did realize that" Jack smiled softly
"Oh, and what about you Jack?" Ianto inquired, genuinely curious about his Captain and all that he hid within his blue eyes and quick wit lips.
"I appreciate you no matter what the setting, or at least I hope I do" Jack smiled softly back at Ianto. "Now I'm off to do the dishes and you need sleep so tomorrow you can bug the hell out of all of them about under appreciating you."
"Will do. Get some sleep yourself Jack, promise?"
"Of course I will Ianto, promise"
"Oh and Jack, I knew you appreciated me. I just wanted to hear you say it"
"Cheeky Mr. Jones, Cheeky"
"Good night Jack"
"G'night Ianto"

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A/N: OMG! Its officially over…I hope this one lived up to the expectations. It was the hardest to find inspiration for and to come up with plot…It's three in the morning and I need sleep…night all.