I do not own neither "Hunger Games" books, nor the characters.

This fanfiction is a continuation of Mockingjay, so it contains spoilers from books 1, 2 and 3.

Hope you enjoy my story, I hope you can understand everything even with typos or gramatical errors, but English isn't my native language (I try the best I can =3)

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Chapter I

When the sunlight hit his eyes, Gale knew he had to get up. He stood up, blinded by sleep, and went to the bathroom, where he bathed. He looked in the mirror and barely recognized himself. His gray eyes were the same, but a lot happened since District 12 had been destroyed, and he seemed to have aged. Everyday he found a new gray hair in the middle of his dark ones, and he as barely

He left the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He looked at the bed and saw Enobaria in the same position, back up, uncovered. She was 10 years older than him, and you could hardly tell. Her hair was thick and long, yet completely black, and you could only notice a couple of wrinkles on her face.

Gale wasn't exactly Enobaria's biggest fan. He hated her sharp teeth, so she used to wear false teeth when she was with him to please him. She was stubborn, calculating and had a tendency to burst easily, a thing Gale could relate to, but it wasn't exactly what he was looking for in a woman.

But she was the only person he knew in District 2 when he moved there. She found him a simple, small and cozy house in the village, and introduced him to everyone, and made him company when he was alone. Becoming lovers was a step. But Gale wasn't in love. He still couldn't overcome his biggest love.

He would live haunted by the horrors he had done, everyday of his life. He could never forgive himself for Prim's death. And he lost Katniss in the moment Prim died.

But he knew that in time he would forget. And Enobaria was there to help, if needed.

He got his work clothes from the closet, got dressed and quietly left the house. She already knew what to do, and when he returned at night, the house would be empty and tidy and he would do his normal routine until the night she would decide to come by again.

Gale couldn't go back to District 12 because of the memory of Prim. He missed his house with every bit of his soul, but he couldn't go back and face Katniss. Even Peeta, when he lost all of his humanity at the hands of the Capitol, had never done something so terrible.

So he decided to accept a job in District 2, helping with the safety and rehabilitation of the District. He worked directly with the Mayor, being deputy chief of security. Peacekeepers no longe existed, but every men who formerly had this position were invited to be trained again and change their ways of acting in the districts, creating a new kind of police.

Gale was proud of his work. He loved what he did, and was recognized for his value.

From all the people in his past, he missed Beetee most. Both became good friends during the time they worked together in District 13, and Beetee was the person who challenged him the most. Gale learned a lot from him, and whenever possible he would visit him in District 3.

As he walked up to the Nut - which had been rebuilt with District 2 people's hard work and dedication - Gale was greeting people he knew. District 2 was very different from District 12, it had many villages throughout the territory, but the one closer to the Nut had the highest concentration of population.

In the town square, Gale entered a train. It looked like centuries have passed since they had disabled the Nut in the revolution. The memory of those days filled his veins with adrenaline. Everything seemed so far away in the past.

When Gale got into the mountain, he left the train along with many men and women who worked there, but was soon approached by a middle-aged woman who was part of his team.

"Hawthorne, need you on the top floor."

Gale raised an eyebrow. "On the top floor?" He thought he didn't understand correctly. The top floor was where the interrogation rooms were located, but they weren't used since the fall of the Capitol. He began to follow the brisk pace of the women and entered an elevator. "Tell me what happened."

"They found a girl near the fence. McDermott is trying to talk to her, but until now she only told him she was from District 12. We assumed that you could know her."

"Maybe. I have to see her though."

The elevator door opened and they entered a gray corridor. The walls were completely covered by metal, and all doors were locked. Gale didn't like being there. He could still smell suffering.

Former Peacekeepers brought there those who they thought could start riots against the Capitol and the system. He was told it happened very often. And yet many of them were later punished in public.

Gale twitched, feeling a print on his back. It was the lashes marks. They healed completely, but occasionally they had a very proper way of reminding him they were still there.

Going into the last room, three men were looking at a mirrored glass. On the other room, McDermott, a middle-aged man with gray hair, spoke with a dark figure.

It took a while for Gale to be able to discern the shrunken figure of the girl. Her dark dirty hair wouldn't let him see her face, because she was looking at the table. Her restless hands clutched a glass of water, untouched. She seemed afraid.

"She's very disoriented," said one of the men in the room. Ferinse wore a pair of glasses on the tip of his nasal bone, and always had a serious face. He kept his arms crossed across his chest, and his blonde hair slicked back. Gale didn't care much about him. "She didn't know how much time passed since District 12 was destroyed. Neither did she knew about the revolution or the fall of the Capitol."

"She must have been a long time in the woods" concluded Gale. "She may have tried to flee to 13 but for some reason she separated from us."

"Perhaps," Ferinse nodded. "We thought you could recognize her. Since your district wasn't that big."

"Yes," Gale approached the glass and squinted, trying to recognize something in that girl. "I'm not able to see her properly. She's too shrunken-"

The moment Gale spoke, she turned her head to face the mirror. Gale knew she couldn't see him or hear him, but he still jumped on him place. Even behind the dirt on her face that also darkened her hair, he could her traits. And those eyes, there was only one person in the entire District 12 with eyes as rounded as hers.

She was Madge Undersee.