Author's Note: I thought I should probably start collecting all the little tumblr prompt ficlets somewhere!

These are all likely to be unbeta'd and only read through once so please forgive the inevitable mistakes.

This was written for the prompt: Your parents are extremely overprotective and hired me to be your bodyguard. (gadge) (if you please)

"This is ridiculous," Madge said as Gale Hawthorne loomed at her back. "I'm teaching kids how to play the piano not taking on some drug cartel."

"In the Seam," Gale Hawthorne said emphatically. "The Seam isn't safe for you, Miss Undersee."

Madge rolled her eyes at that. "It's obvious you come from the Seam so shouldn't you be defending it and not accepting all the prejudice?"

"It's because I'm from the Seam that I know your parents are right. It isn't safe for you here."

"It's a bunch of kids, Mr Hawthorne. At 2 o'clock in the afternoon in the arts centre."

"It's Gale," he said, ignoring her rather generous description of the run down store that had been turned into a centre of sorts by her and some of her friends from the Town for the kids of the Seam to use.

"When you call me Madge, I'll call you Gale."

"I'm your bodyguard, Miss Undersee, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to call you anything more familiar."

Tingles erupted throughout her body at the thought of Gale Hawthorne becoming familiar with her in an inappropriate way and fought to dismiss them. He had been her bodyguard for just over two weeks now and he had never looked at her with anything other than pure professionalism despite the fact that she had spent the first two days subtly trying to flirt with him. Sadly, it had been to no avail as he'd shown no interest.

"Shame," she murmured as she stepped out of his protective shadow and towards the old piano she'd found at the dump and cleaned up.

She missed the heat in his eyes as they followed her across the room and the way he tugged at his tie as if it was too tight.