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Summary Margo knew she was going overboard; putting tracers on Edith's boyfriend's skateboard and listening in on them. She just didn't want Edith to be hurt.

Overprotective:

Margo knew she was going overboard. She knew she probably shouldn't be doing this. When she had asked Gru if she could learn how to use some of his gadgets, gizmos and guns, her father had been overjoyed. A little worried, but overjoyed. He was particularly suspicious though; when she made a point of trying to get him to teach her how to use cameras and tracers.

He had caved eventually, however, when she told him specifically why she was using them. When she explained, he had responded with fervor and showed her exactly how to use them-and encouraged the use of them.

The reason why he had given in was the very reason why Margo desired the tracers and cameras. Gru was not supposed to know. But Margo had supposed that if she wanted it done, she would have to let him know the truth.

The truth was that Edith had a boyfriend.

It was a bizarre concept for Margo. Edith was no longer the little six-year old girl that was disgusted by boys and only interested in jumping off of high places and handling swords and lasers. For Margo, who was five years older than her little blond sister, the very concept of the once wild and destructive girl going on dates and kissing a boy was completely alien and had she heard someone tell her that before witnessing her sister actually holding hands with this boy herself, that Edith was going on a date with a boy romantically, then she would have laughed in their face.

But it was true. It was happening. There was a young man in Edith Gru's life, and if truth were told, Margo didn't like it. At all.

No, it wasn't that Margo was jealous. It wasn't that at all.

Edith was fifteen years old now; she could make decisions of her own. And it wasn't that Margo was jealous of her little sister having a boyfriend.

It was a fact that most of Margo's boyfriends had turned out to be complete jerks. Which was why she was doing this. She just didn't want Edith to be hurt.

Margo supposed that since she was now twenty and in her second year of college, she no longer had any place sticking her nose into either of her sisters' business, but when she had learned a year ago that Edith was beginning to date this boy; a young man by the name of Thomas, the dark burning of protective instinct had kicked in with a ferocious torrent-tempting the bespectacled young woman to murder the foolish boy.

It clearly hadn't even been intentional that Margo would find out. Edith had been sneaking around in high school and Margo got curious. She eavesdropped on her blond sister and the girl's male companion and realized exactly what was between them. And that had been when the fiery protectiveness was then in the place of sheer curiosity and concern.

Thomas, a boy of only fifteen, was dark haired, had light green eyes and seemed to have all the aspects that Edith would want in a boy; liked skateboards, had piercings, tattoos, and was into rock n' roll. Just the boy Edith would be attracted to. Margo sometimes tried not to bite her lip so hard that it would bleed when she thought about it. Okay, so maybe she was a little jealous.

Just not jealous of Edith. Not of Edith, but of Thomas.

Edith shouldn't be looking at Thomas in such adoration. But she'd put that out of her mind. Yes, there was some jealousy; she was jealous that Edith paid more attention to this Thomas than to her own older sister and younger sister. But the main thing was that Margo was protective and afraid for her sister's well being.

Thomas seemed like a nice young man. Sure, he had tattoos, a skateboard and piercings, but he apparently got along well with Agnes and was nice to the Minions, though he wasn't sure what to make of them when he first met them. (then again, Margo had to digress; she and her sisters hadn't known what to make of the Minions when they first met the little yellow creatures either.) And Thomas was polite to Gru and Lucy, and even more importantly, Margo hadn't heard him say or do anything unpleasant to Edith yet.

So by all accounts, Margo had no proof that either Edith's heart would be broken, or that the blond would be hurt in some way.

But Margo could never forget. She knew it was petty, but she could never forget the first time her heart broke at seeing that boy; Antonio Perez, the son of the super villain; "El Macho," dance with that other girl when she had been eleven. Eleven, and still with a young, innocent heart; so open for love. So when Antonio had walked all over her feelings, she had sworn to never let someone do the same to either of her little sisters, ever.

It hadn't helped that several other boyfriends had disregarded her feelings, and when she had told them that she wasn't ready yet to have sex, they'd eventually cheat on her. So yes; her opinions of anyone from the male half of the species; except for her father, Dr. Nefario, and….possibly the Minions (assuming they even had a gender) were unfortunately foul outlooks on them.

Lucy; Margo and her sisters' mother had held her multiple times whenever the so called "breakups" occurred, and would tell the brown-haired teenager that if the boys weren't willing to wait, then they didn't deserve her.

Yes, Margo supposed she was acting like a complete psycho; attaching tracers to Thomas's skateboard, listening in on the two of them, even doing something so underhanded as planting a tracer into the hood of Edith's pink sweatshirt, so that she knew that Edith was at least in a public location with Thomas-for safety purposes, but the brunette was determined to protect her sisters. No matter what. Even at the cost of Edith's love, possibly gaining her hate instead.

Besides, better that Edith hated Margo for the rest of their lives than for Edith to be hurt beyond repair like her older sister had been so many times.

Yes, I know this was very short, but just a little insight to how Margo probably felt after Antonio burned her before. She'd probably not want Edith or Agnes to experience the same thing.