Takes place exactly where Catching Fire ends.

Peeta and Katniss are both stuck on opposite ends of Panem. The rebels know the only way to get Katniss to help them is to find Peeta. The capitol knows that some-how Katniss, Finnick, and Beetee survived. And they know that Peeta is slowly losing his will to live, without his love. He knows that too. Both sides are fighting for what they stand for, urging Peeta and Katniss to join them.

In this revolution, there will be no such thing as a fair fight….

Major Spoiler alert!!!!!!!!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own the hunger games, PEETA MELLARK, Cinna, or skittles for that matter. (Tell me if you're willing to give up Peeta rights though). L

KPOV (Katniss)

There is no District 12…

Gale's voice still rang with those faithful words in my head. I just sat there in utter shock.

How could this be true, I know the capitol wanted to rid Panem of rebels, but why go as far as destroying our home?

"Gale, what about Hazelle and the Mellarks'?" I asked him, his eyes seemed pained slightly at the mention of Peeta's family.

"Don't worry they all managed to get out. Except good ole' lover-boy's stuck in the capitol with the peacekeepers." He said an amused expression on his face.

I had long since given up the will to live. Yet, now I some-how felt as if I should live a little longer in order make my final act to slap Gale silly.

"Peeta." I whispered my voice cracking. He was out there, and I needed to find him. I would slap Gale silly, but for now I'd simply just settle with living long enough to see Peeta again.

"I think you, really need to get over this and just. I don't know! Eat! Sleep! Do yourself a favor and at least try to take care of yourself!" Gale suddenly blurted out, trying to reach over from his seat to a table a couple feet away that held a glass of water.

"Fine!" I snapped at him, instantly regretting it. He looked hurt, not like his old self, sarcastic hurt. But yet real true hurt.

I crawled out of the hospital bed and used what little strength I had to hobble over to the table and grab the glass of water and bring it down into the bed with me. I drink every last drop of it and turn to Gale.

He's smiling widely and motions for someone to come in.

It's Haymitch, rolling in a TV. He doesn't even acknowledge my presence until he has set up the TV in the back of the room. He finally finishes his work on the TV and turns to face me. His eyes instantly meet the glass in my hand and nods in approval.

For the first time in ages, I see Haymitch smile…

PPOV (Peeta)

I wake to find myself strapped to a hospital bed, in the same room as after the last games. After I had, had my leg amputated. I look down to see that except for a pair of boxers I'm completely naked.

The questions then invade my mind. Where is Katniss? Did she survive? Where are the others? Is she safe? Is anyone safe?

She is and will be safe, I chant in my head knowing that for now that was the best I could do.

"Peeta! Finally, you're awake! We've been worried sick for days!" I hear Effie rant, from some-where close by. I turn my head to face her; she is standing in the doorway, her hair now colored light blue.

I don't even have the decency to tell her I'm fine, instead I instantly ask the obvious.

"Where is Katniss?" I ask her, I feel tears almost invade my eyes. I try to hold them back, but soon just give up and let them freely flow.

"I don't know." Was all Effie said, she walked towards me and sat down in a chair that was placed next to my hospital bed.

She holds a package up to me and I take it, thanking her.

Inside I see the pearl I had given Katniss in the arena, our sponsor's gifts and a few pictures of us together.

I instantly take the pearl into my hand and kissed the surface of it.

I will find you Katniss. And we will get through this. I vow to myself and let the sobs escape me. I hear the same thing happening to Effie and the two of us now just sat there sobbing out our hearts for Katniss…

Two hours later

There's a knock at the door and Effie and I finally stop sobbing long enough for her to answer it. It's Portia and next to her stands a highly beaten looking Cinna.

"We have been asked to prepare Peeta for an interview." Cinna says, turning to me. He had whip-lashes all over his face and arms. He had done something wrong; wrong enough to have this happen to him. I look to him in knowing and he weakly nods.

He had started an uprising…

He holds up wrist-band identical to the ones worn by Finnick and Haymitch. He was on our side, I'd already known that. Yet the wrist-band clears any doubt what-so-ever on the subject. I look to Portia and she holds up a small pendant on a necklace chain. The mocking jay, what'd I'd come to know as the symbol of the rebellion was on that pendant. I weakly give them a nod and before any of us could say word Effie pulls a button off her jacket.

It of course also contains the mocking jay, typical Effie.

"Come on let's go get you dressed." Cinna says, breaking our silence. I nod and try to get up. I instantly fall back onto the bed, still trying to get re-adjusted to my replacement leg.

Cinna comes over to me and offers his hand out to me. I graciously take it and let him help me up.

"Thanks Cinna, for everything." I whispered to him, as he released me to see if I could stand on my own. He just nods as I try to not fall.

"I think I'll be fine." I whisper to them, they all just nod at me. We all walk along a long hallway until we reach a room.

A room that I assume shall be my dressing room for the evening. "I guess I'll go see about interviews." Effie suggests, as Cinna opens up the door for Portia and I to walk in.

"I guess we'll just see you later then Effie." Cinna says nodding for me to walk into the room. I walk into a plain white room with multiple couches, chairs, and a large mirror.

I sat down onto the couch, still only wearing pair of boxers.

"We were told just to put you in something black." Portia says, pulling out a pair of slacks and a white button up.

I just nod and put in on. And then I feel someone tap on my shoulder. It's Cinna.

I turned to face him, I looked down at his hands and there was something in them, a chain.

"Our symbol." Cinna said to me putting the chain around my neck. I look down at it hanging on it is of course is the symbol I just can't escape.

Katniss's Mockingjay….