Title: To Make You Feel My Love.
Characters/Pairings: Gale Hawthorne, Madge Undersee/Gadge, Everlark mentions.
Rating: T, for angsty violence.
Summary: "No there's nothing that I wouldn't do, to make you feel my love." What would you do if you went to work and learned that the father of your children didn't know anything about you?
Notes: Hello children of the revolution. I've been on a serious Gadge kick lately and I felt the need to write because for the last 18 days I have written literally nothing (I was in a post-NaNoWriMo thing, oops) and this plot bunny kept swimming around in my brain. I currently have three chapters written, and I'm not out of ideas yet so that's a good sign that this will be an awesome story that won't die down after a while. Anyway, I'm going to stop talking now and let ya'll read my creation. PS... When I see Madge I see Dianna Agron (:

The buzzing in my ears causes me to wake from the bliss of a sleep. My hands find their way pressing against my forehead as I lay for a minute, too afraid to shut off the cause off the annoyance that woke me, because I know that I'd just go back to sleep.

6:30 in the morning is far too early for a person to be awake and perky, so whoever it is that has just ran past my window screaming Christmas songs in the middle of September is about to get a piece of my mind. If I can just find the will to get up, put on pants, and go outside before they're gone.

I lick my bottom lip, groaning as I toss my legs over the side of the bed, my hand shutting the alarm of as I stand up.

"You, wake up." I nudge my sleeping husband after I'd gotten my robe on and walked to his side of the bed. "Come on, sweetheart, up. You were late yesterday and I don't think you want a repeat of that."

I can't help the smile that takes over my face as I hear him mumble something in his pillow. What was that? Something about me always being right?

As he heads into our joint bathroom for a quick shower I pull some clothes out of the closet without paying much attention to what they were. At that moment I was far too tired to look at what I was wearing and was super grateful that most clothes of mine match.

I walk into the steam-filled bathroom and roll my eyes at the fact that he needs the hottest water possible for his showers. I look myself over before simply brushing through my hair and tucking my white blouse into the black full-length skirt that sits just above my belly button.

Much like every morning, as Gale gets himself ready for the day I begin to prepare breakfast. This morning it's nothing extravagant, a simple dish of toast and a cup of coffee for each of us. We aren't broke, barely struggling to survive, like Gale was back in twelve, but we aren't the richest in the district like I was back home. We manage just fine, though. Gale has a wonderful job, has had it for the past six years we've been here in two, and I've gotten a job teaching the half-day students at the local school.

We make small talk over our toast and coffee, and as 7:15 rolls around, Gale collects his things and leans over to give me a gentle kiss on the lips, his callused hands placed gingerly on the small bump on my stomach. He mutters the words "Love you," and I'm not sure if he was talking to me, our baby, or both of us. But I simply smile in return before gently shoving him towards the door, and sternly saying "Go."

I still have about 25 minutes until I have to leave, so I go back into the bathroom, applying a simple base of makeup and doing more with my hair then letting it lay limp over my shoulders.

The day goes on as normal, I arrive at the school and begin setting the classroom up for the day (most days at the end I just want to go home and rest, even though I'm only 4 months pregnant it does get exhausting working around children and being on my feet 97% of the day, so I just leave the lessons and board set up as they are.)

I wasn't expecting what happened just a few minutes before I was supposed to release for the day. There's a knock at my classroom door.

"Brintlee, will you answer that, please?" I ask the small brunette who is working vigorously at her radicals while I assist a boy near the front of the room with his own assignment. I'm crouched by his desk, pointing to where he had left off the plus/minus sign when I hear my name.

"Mrs. Hawthorne, a word." I knew that voice. That was the voice of own of Gale's fellow trainers. The confusion rushes over me as I stand up, making sure that my student understood what they needed to do and that if I wasn't back by the time it was time to begin to put their things away they would do so at Brintlee's instruction.

We stand in the hallway and I can immediately tell that something is wrong. The way Jenkins face is sullen, and the deep breath that he takes before he speaks makes the nerves in my body seem to peak an extreme. I haven't felt this nervous, this worried, since we were waiting to find out if I was pregnant or not.

"Madge..." He begins, and I can tell the smile that he's now sporting is forced. "How have you been?" I shake my head.

"Jenkins, I don't have time for small talk, I have a class full of students who can only sit and work unsupervised for so long. I wouldn't be surprised if they'd already stopped working. Even though I told them to work until the normal time. Can you just tell me why you're here?"

"Madge, there was an accident with one of the new recruits. He didn't sit well with the fact that he had to do some training exercise.. Went after a few of us."

I take a breath in, biting hard down on my bottom lip. The way he was talking doesn't seem promising, but I don't let my emotions show.

"Okay, but recruits get irritated and lash out at you guys all the time, Gale tells me all about it. He finds it comical a lot of the time, because they manage to give you a scratch, maybe a bruise if they're lucky. I don't understand why you had to come interrupt my lesson if.."

I'm cut off by his concerned tone. "Madge, this wasn't a normal circumstance. This guy is lethal, or pretty well close to it. Two of our guys ended up going to see the doctor, one of them was unconscious."

My eyes go wide, but he doesn't give me room to protest.

"It was Gale."