The Bodyguard doesn't belong to me
A mix of the film and the musical
Getting Fixed Up
Rachel Marron stood in the window and watched as Frank Farmer, her bodyguard she still couldn't believe she had one of those, took yet another walk outside the house. She still wasn't sure she needed a bodyguard but Bill had insisted and even Sy, who usually disagreed with him, had said that it was necessary for her to have Frank around.
She didn't like Frank Farmer, he thought he knew what she needed and he didn't listen to her at all. That was he handsome, very fit and right certainly didn't make her feel any better. She didn't want to admit that he was right about anything.
The thing which had her watching him for the second morning in a row, though, was the troubling fact that somehow, unreasonably, she was attracted to him. It obviously had everything to do with the fact he was very nice to Fletcher, spending hours with the boy, and nothing to do with the fact that he was handsome and had a sense of humour, and definitely nothing to do with the fact that although he was always there watching her, they had yet to have a non-confrontational conversation.
Yes, Rachel tried to convince herself, she was watching Frank Farmer only because she was bored and hadn't been on a date in a long time.
She stood at the window for a moment longer and then made up her mind. She would ask him and really he was a grown man, he didn't have to agree if he didn't want and Rachel herself was a grown woman and could handle rejection. At least she hoped she could.
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By the time she made her way downstairs Frank was in his office working. She knocked on the half-open door and entered and sat down without waiting for an invitation.
'What changes have you come to complain about today?' he asked her.
'Is that why you think I'm here?' Rachel asked him, 'to complain?'
'It's all you ever do.' Frank replied.
Rachel narrowed her eyes and looked at him, she wondered for a moment whether to get up and storm out of the room like she usually did but remained seated and smiled at him instead.
Frank watched her smile slowly and knew that whatever had brought Rachel to his door, he wasn't sure he was ready for it.
'I have this little problem,' Rachel told him.
'Yes?'
'You're my bodyguard, right,' she began, 'so you have to go with me everywhere I go.' She paused, looked down and then looked at him again. 'What if somebody asks me out for an evening, a man you know, are you gonna come to?'
Frank didn't reply.
'What if my date asks me to his place afterwards,' she continued, 'are the three of us gonna go back together?' she laughed awkwardly and then added, 'I think it would be very weird…so here's what I was thinking… since you have to be with me everywhere, why do we go out, you and I, for a date, you know just to hang out?'
Rachel finished talking and looked at Frank who was just staring at her his expression blank. She probably shouldn't have asked him but it was too late now.
'Frank, only if you want to,' she told him, 'you and I can spend some time …like on a date,' she paused and added again for good measure, 'but only if you want to.'
Rachel couldn't say that Nikki's timing always sucked but seeing her sister at Frank's office door at that moment, reminding her of some work she had yet to finish without hearing Frank's response really made her want to shout at her but as she stood up and left the room she thought to herself; maybe it was better that Frank hadn't responded. It was better to have no answer than to be rejected outright.
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Frank watched Rachel leave the room and turned his attention to Nikki who had brought his jacket back to him, all cleaned and pressed. Nikki was really a very nice person and while he usually enjoyed talking to her, admittedly mostly about Rachel, he found that talking about Rachel today after what had just happened wasn't enough, he wondered how to politely get rid of Nikki but luckily his phone rang.
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Frank couldn't believe Rachel had asked him on a date. It wasn't that he was unused to women being the aggressors, not that Rachel was that but still she had asked him on a date.
The thing that was troubling him the most though was how tempted he was to say yes. He'd had wanted to say yes immediately. Then all his training came back. He was here to do a job, not to socialise and certainly not to get attached to his client.
And yet he had never wanted to say yes more in his life.
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