AN: this is my first hunger games fanfic I'm sorry if I did something wrong let me know and I'll change it.

I might try to write more and add more chapters to this one, let me know if u do want more added to this one.

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"Katniss, you love me real or not real?" Peeta asked for the third time this week. Ever since I answered for the first time 'real' he insists on asking daily. Strangely he's asked me more times this week than he has in the past month. I have a feeling I know why.

"Real Peeta." I answered while looking at him sitting on the floor, with his back against the sofa, drawing in his book. I never know why he sits on the floor, but it makes him happy, so I don't mind.

We both share my house now, but Peeta occasionally goes over to his house to bake, or if something serious happens. My trail of thought was cut off by Peeta asking,

"Katniss, is something wrong?"

Then I realised I have been staring at him for several minutes now.

"No." I reply quickly whilst shaking my head.

He tapped the carpet on the floor next to him signalling for me to go over. I hesitated, not wanting to go so close to him after what happened in the bakery.

We spent a few nights together when I would wake up screaming because of the nightmares and he would rush in, or if I could not sleep then I would find myself in the guest bedroom looking for him. But last week he had his first episode in months.

He finished serving the last costumer his bread, when I smiled at the man leaving Peeta went dark. I knew it was an episode when I started walking towards him and he swung his hand up. I did nothing. I couldn't move. I froze too afraid of the consequences. Once it was over he looked at me and shouted "Get out! Go home!" that night he spent in his house, alone.

Somehow this was different, before we would try and calm each other down; now this is just us with each other. There's no Haymitch standing nearby, no soldiers, no peacekeepers, no innocent stand byers of district twelve. It's only me and Peeta. Haymitch is probably drunk in his kitchen next door anyway.

"Please." He begged with a sad look in his eyes.

I slowly walked up to him and he extended his hand. I took a deep breath and took his hand with in mine. It was soft and friendly, not like the ones that wrapped around my throat in district thirteen. Sitting down next to him I noticed all the drawings he had done, one simple sketch caught my eye. As I looked carefully at all the details and then I notice it's a portrait of me, with the woods in the background and a rising sun light coming through the gaps.

"Peeta…" I couldn't get the right words out. Peeta was always the one with the words, not me.

"I know. You can keep it if you want." He said trying to be kind like always.

"No. You keep it remember me like that when…" I froze. What was I saying? As usual Peeta did the talking for me.

"Yeah." He huffed. "When I have my episodes." And the look of sadness in his eyes got sadder. "Katniss I know you're scared. But I'm better now. I need you to trust me again. Please?"

"Of course Peeta." I said.

Peeta leaned in closer, still looking in my eyes. I was studying his sad blue ones. He got even closer and I moved forward. That's when suddenly I heard a knock at the door.

"It's probably Haymitch." Peeta told me when he got up to answer it. The knock got louder and louder, until Peeta opened the door and a drunken Haymitch fell through the door frame.

"Would it kill you to open the door while I'm not knocking aka leaning on it?!" He shouted while Peeta picked him up off the floor.

"Nice to see you Haymitch." Peeta said.

"Hello boy." Haymitch replied "Where's our favourite Mockingjay?"

"Don't call me that!" I shouted.

I couldn't stand being called the Mockingjay now that the war was over. It brought back to many painful memories. Reminded me of all the people that fought for the Mockingjay and ended up dead.

"Well someone's a little mood this morning." Stated Haymitch. Peeta smiled behind his back before looking at me and just smiling.

"What do you want Haymitch?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

"Nothing. Can't I pay a visit to my two favourite victors?"

"We're your only victors." I stated.

Just then Peetas eyes went dark, his hands turn went into tight fists, I stared at me with a pained look and no more smile. Haymitch must have seen the look of worry in my eyes because he turned instantly and pinned Peeta on the wall whilst yelling,

"Get out of here Katniss."

As usual I didn't do as I was told. I stood and looked at Peetas eyes. They weren't cloudy like back in the bakery, just back. Something was wrong. He wasn't having an episode; it was the tracker jacker venom. All it has done is get back into his eyes, which would explain the pained look and the fists. Remembering back I can picture Peeta in the cave with his really bad leg and his hand was in a fist.

"Haymitch wait!" I screamed.

"Go now!" he yelled back.

"No wait!" I shouted. Then I walked up to Peeta and he did nothing. Haymitch still held him against the wall but loosened his grip. "Peeta, it's me Katniss."

"Katniss! I can't see!" He yelled. Haymitchs face had confusion all over it.

"It's ok Peeta don't worry-"

"Where am I?!" he shouted "Katniss!"

"I'm here Peeta." I told him, "Haymitch go call in the capitol."

Haymitch ran off leaving Peeta standing blind against the wall. was Peetas new doctor He's treated Peeta before and helped him control his episodes but not once has this ever happened. Peeta stretched out his arms and I took his hands and guided him to the sofa. We sat down together not saying a word. All we did was sit and hold each other.

"Hey." Haymitch said in a hushed voice.

I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. Haymtich must have been on the phone for ten minutes therefor I must have fallen asleep.

"Hi Haymitch." I said.

"Doc said you have to just wait and if it hasn't cleared within 2 hours then we must fly him straight back to the capital. It's ok he's surprised it hadn't happened sooner."

"Thank you Haymitch." I said and looked over at Peeta. He too had fallen asleep and was still asleep. He looked so peaceful; there were no worry lines along his forehead, no open wounds or scars across his face. For once I can notice his real face and it's rather handsome. I find myself moving the strangles of blonde hair out of his hair, then remember Haymitch is probably watching and thinking something about us. Glancing at Haymitch quickly I notice the smug grin he had.

"I better leave you two love birds alone I can see you can handle things alright now." Haymitch said.

He walked out slowly then slammed the door, that's when Peeta woke with a large jolt.

"Katniss!" he screamed, and then I looked at him. He took a deep breathe then asked, "Where's Haymtich?"

"He left just now."

"What happened?"

"The tracker jacker venom got into your eyes and turned you blind. Dr Travany says it's normal. Are you ok?"

"Fine. Did I hurt you?" then when he asked that his eyes went sad. "Katniss?"

"No Peeta."

Then he grabbed me really quickly and held me in a tight hug. Suddenly I found myself wrapping m own arms around him. He let go then stared into my eyes. I leaned closer and he kissed me passionately. The hunger rose up in me again and I got jolted back to the arenas in the cave and on the beach, only this time there was no lighting tree, no tributes, and no fever to break us apart. I couldn't pull away. His lips felt sweeter than ever but suddenly I had to part or I might have fainted.

"You love me real or not real?" Peeta asked, his forehead still pressing against mine.

"Peeta-" I wanted to say, Peeta just because you have episodes doesn't mean I stop loving you but he interrupted me.

"Please."

"Real Peeta."

Then we both walked up the stairs hand in hand and I guided him straight into my room beause I really do love him.