This is my first oneshot. More Madge x Katniss action. Let me know what you think! xx

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games.

The boom could be heard from light years away.

The fires could be seen from miles away.

But only I could be seen if someone were looking for me.

And they were.

I can't begin to explain the feelings that rushed through me that day as I walked home from the bakery. The crash. The heat that radiated from the flames that engulfed my home in a matter of seconds. The thick smoke that immediately surrounded me. I could have died, and in that moment, I wanted to. Dropping the bag that held the freshly cooked loaf of bread I'd just purchased I fell to my knees, coughing from the smoke and inhaling ashes into my lungs as I tried to catch my breath. My home. My parents. It was all gone.

I knew straight away that this had to do with Katniss. She had earned a name while playing in the 74th Hunger Games – the girl on fire. When she had defied the Capitol in the arena, the president would do horrible things to her, all that had to with fire – a play on words – as a way to torture her. Katniss was the girl I loved, and who loved me back. This wasn't just aimed at Katniss, this was aimed at me. For falling in love with the girl on fire. For taking her side. For giving her the pin that had caused so much uproar in the districts; the thing that became the face of the rising rebellion. This was now my punishment.

Suddenly I was unable to move – paralyzed almost – at the sheer horror of the scene that was unfolding in front of my eyes, and I so desperately tried to keep my mind away from the burning home in front of me; trying to keep the thought of my parents' screams from my mind. I thought back to the woods when Katniss returned home. Back to when she'd take me for shooting lessons but always ended up next to a strawberry bush, plucking the berries and indulging while her fingers laced into mine, stealing small kisses as often as possible. "Your lips taste like strawberries." I could hear her voice clearly in my head, my giggle following after. "I have you to thank for that," I would reply, remembering those Sunday mornings back before the Games even happened when Katniss would come to my house with a pail of fresh picked wild berries. I hadn't known how much I loved them until the first time she'd brought them.

I snapped out of my reverie as another loud boom indicated that another bomb had been dropped on District 12. "Madge!" I hear a voice yell out my name. Her voice. I try to move but the smoke and ash has taken over my lungs and made it impossible for me to breathe, let alone move. I feel my whole body being shaken as I'm flipped over and open my eyes slightly to see the face of the one that I love. "I've got you," she said, loud enough that I could hear her over the roaring flames but gentle enough to try and soothe me. I don't remember anything after that. I don't remember getting out of the fire, or making it to the woods. I don't even remember the hovercraft that the members of the rebellion picked us up in to take us to District 13.

I remember waking up, though. Safe in District 13. Safe in Katniss' arms who had been waiting for me to wake up, greeting me with a tender kiss once I had. "Your lips taste like strawberries," she said with a smile. I smiled weakly in return.

"I have you to thank for that."