A/N: What's up guys? Missed you. Hope you read my oneshot, "Hollywood Arts Secret" which I posted a couple days ago. I think. I don't remember. Anyhow, here is the first chapter of the final installment of my Hunger Games/Victorious crossover. I hope this suffices as a nice first chapter

Jade POV

I was surrounded in a world of gray.

Gray, everywhere you looked. The walls. The ground. Even the air. There was this suffocating gray all around me. Part of me wanted to explore, find out what more there is to this gray world, and part of me wanted to leave this place as soon as I could because it was too much for me to handle and I could tell everyone else was having a hard time too.

I stood with Katniss in what remained of her old home.

She looked around silently, occasionally lifting and moving a piece of rubble to see what lie underneath it. She guided me all around her house, and I saw it all for the first time, only not in the state I would've hoped it'd be in.

I heard her breathing pick up as she picked up what I'd assume to be her dad's old hunting jacket, and a picture of her father. She rolled her pearl around on her fingers.

"Katniss," I said questioningly, wondering if this was really a good idea to let her come out here. None of us wanted to let her out here.

"Jade, my head hurts. I can't think straight," she said, and I could tell she was starting to panic.

"Facts, Katniss," I said quietly. See, we played sort of this "game" with her. Because of her injuries, there were some things she couldn't remember, and when she started to worry about something, her memory would fade. It was altogether a bad situation. I was in the same situation though, so we were trying to help each other.

"Okay," she said, sitting down on the floor in the ash. I followed suit, coughing a bit.

"My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am 17 years old. I have a little sister named Prim, my father is dead, and my mother's name is Elizabeth. Peeta is my fiancée and he got taken by the Capitol. Your name is Jade, and our friend Cat is back at our new home in District 13, because District 12 was bombed," she said, going through all of the basic, most important things. "Oh yeah, and your boyfriend and my best friend Gale is there in thirteen too, along with our friend Finnick and his girlfriend Annie."

I smiled. "See, you're fine," I said quietly. "Do you want to take a few things and go?" I asked her.

She nodded. "I can't be here for long…"

As we walked back out through the destroyed district, I tried to ignore the tons of dead bodies lying around.

Katniss told me that she couldn't help but think this was all her fault. I kept telling her it wasn't, and if it was, then we all have blame to share. We are all so ridden with guilt right now about not saving Lulu that it's scary.

To be honest, I don't think any of us are very mentally stable.

There's Katniss and I, who's memory and thoughts get all jumbled up and we have to repeat all the facts we know about ourselves whenever that happens. There's Cat, who's still trying to get better from being so sick in the arena. She's trying to block of reality and pretend like nothing's happening. Sometimes I'll see her rocking back and forth, muttering that everything's fine. I felt so bad for her. There's Finnick, who misses Lulu terribly and blames himself and solely himself for her death.

Yeah, we're just not well.

Katniss stopped as we were getting closer and closer to the hovercraft. I could hear it, and I could see it.

I raised my eyebrow at her, questioning why she had stopped.

She looked down around at the bodies, and I could see her thoughts in her eyes.

I put my arm around her shoulder.

"Katniss, listen to me," I said quietly, and she looked up at me, undeniable hurt in her eyes.

She looked back down. Her next words were heartbreaking.

"I killed you. And you. And you. And I'm so sorry…"

I gulped down the lump threatening to rise in my throat.

"Katniss, listen," I told her, guiding her away from the bodies as much as I could.

I placed her in front of me, and put my hands on her shoulders. She looked down sadly.

"You didn't do this, okay? This is the Capitol's fault. Did you send them out here to kill all these people?" I asked, knowing full well that she obviously didn't.

"I might as well have," she said sadly.

"But why? What makes you say that?" I asked her, kicking at the dust a little bit.

She sighed.

"I shot the arrow! I shot the arrow at the force field, and it blew up, and I killed Lulu too! And it made them mad and then they did all this! Therefore, it is my fault!" she exclaimed, her voice raising with every word.

"No it's not. You did it because you wanted out. We all did. They were already angry, they were probably planning this for a long time. It's not your fault," I told her quietly, and she avoided my gaze.

I waited for her to say something.

She grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the area were in, and it took me a moment, but I recognized the path that we were now both running down.

I saw the green grass from far away, and I was happy that it wasn't destroyed. That place was an escape, and we needed it right now.

We both practically collapsed onto the soft grass, and I found my fingers running through it. We were both silent.

I closed my eyes for a moment.

I was brought out of my thoughts by a quiet voice singing.

"There is a house built out of stone

Wooden floors, walls, and windowsills," she began slowly, and I tried to convince myself that it was only dust in my eyes, nothing more. Because two lines of a song shouldn't make me tear up like this.

This song was about home, and our true home has been taken away from us. Especially Katniss. It was difficult to understand, to fully take in.

"Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust

This is place where I don't feel alone," I chimed in, and neither of us looked at each other. This wasn't a big performance for fun, not at all. This was private, this was special, this was deep.

"This is a place where I feel at home," we both sang together.

"And I built a home

For me

For you," I sang, and then Katniss picked up.

"Until it disappeared

From me

From you," she sang.

"And now it's time to leave and turn to dust…" I sang, my voice broken so it was crackly and uneven. I sighed.

"You know life is never going to be the same now, right?" Katniss asked. Sometimes we'd ask questions that we knew the answer to, or that were obvious to everyone else, because everything just messed with our heads.

"Katniss, I've known that since the day we went into the arena for the first time," I told her, clearing my throat afterwards.

She sighed, picking her bag up off the ground from where she'd thrown it. She set it on her lap.

I heard a a soft meow, and Katniss spun around, apparently recognizing the sound.

There stood Buttercup, looking mangled as ever.

He pondered slowly over to us. He hissed at Katniss and jumped into my lap. I smiled a little.

"Prim'll be happy," I told Katniss, and she forced a tiny smile and nodded.

I stood up, wrapping Buttercup up in my jacket. He didn't claw or scratch. Usually he hated everyone, but I guess he doesn't mind me.

The two of us wandered through the ruins of District 12 and headed to the hovercraft, where we would go to our new "home", District 13.

But that'll never be home. District 12 is home. But we don't have that anymore. We're not really homeless, but at heart, it feels like we are. And it's not a good feeling at all.

A/N: Weird ending. Anyway, just wanted to get this started up. Hope it was a reasonable short start Please review!