Welcome to the first fanfiction I ever wrote. When I was 14 I decided that Mockingjay was a bit of a disappointment for the ending of the Hunger Games Trilogy. There for I made my own. Due to my bad grammar and spelling as a freashmen in high school I am currently working my way threw the chapters to fix the issue. If it has been proof read there will be a note at the top saying ((Improved version)). The story line will not change. Thank you so much for reading :)

District 13 is not dead. The truth is it's very much alive. I have lived in this place for about a week and a half of pure torture. When Peeta could be dyeing, I lie in a warm bed in the underground wonder world known as District 13. Every time I think of his face tears run down my cheeks. On the other hand Gale is here and so is Prim. Without them I doubt I would have made it this long without Peeta.

Currently, I reside in the hospital of District 13 instead of one of the small apartments my remaining family lives in. I was assigned room 533 all to my, super special Miss. Mockingjay, self. Further down the hall is a heart-broken Finnick. It seemed he was always in love with Annie, a past victor of District 4, and had known her for years before even participating in the games. But like Peeta, we're not even sure if she's even alive anymore. Now he just sits on his bed tying knots in a piece of rope to make the time fly by less painfully. While the health of us victors seems to be the doctor's number one care Beetee was wheeled out of the hospital the minuet he opened his eyes. I don't see much of him except for the occasional hello in the halls. But rumor says that he will be paralyzed from the waist down for the rest of his life. The only reason that I'm here is that they need to keep the all powerful "Mockingjay" in good health. And at the current moment I feel as if I would need to rush to puke out my guts. My personal doctor, Kendra Nest (a top doctor in 13), tells me she's not sure what the problem currently is but they are narrowing it down. My hope is to get a diagnosis as soon as possible.

Kendra reminds me of Cinna in a strange way. When she is upset all of that frustration goes into her work, just like Cinna use to be. And even if you stand in the same room as her you get a comforting feeling in the pit of your heart, again just like Cinna. It is hard to explain, but even if Cinna is... gone... with Kendra I feel he is still alive and here with me.

As for Haymitch, let's just say he's not all about the no alcohol rule. But still finds time in his "busy scheduled" to visit me everyday with updates on everything. Well at least everything he is willing to tell me because I can sense he is holding information back. He probably feels like he is doing me a favor. But the less I know the more I stress. I don't believe Haymitch understands the concept of love.

"So how's our Mockingjay, sweetheart?" he says with a signature grin, beaming with sarcasm, as I am waking up from a mid-day nap.

Still a bit tired I just glare at him. "Well your Mockingjay feels like crap," I answer preparing to make a mad dash to the adjoined bathroom if needed.

"Still sick?" he asks the obvious.

"Yes. But you know Kendra says I'm not sick. Just-"

"I heard it a million times before," he said cutting me off, "No tempter. Nothing that seems wrong. But still you still feel sick to your stomach."

I could not help but smile as Haymich tried to emanate Kendra's voice. I hate to be mean to someone who treats me like a daughter more then my own mom, but I swear it was her voice for a second.

"Well, sweetheart, sick or not meetings are still required. We all just want to stair at your pretty face. You're like the little poster child for the rebellion."

I cringed at the word. I don't even remember how the country got to this point of hopelessness."Okay," I pause and think about some filmier blue eyes in pain, and like always I ask, "Is there any news about Peeta?"

"Sweetheart, you are becoming predictable and predictability is death in this world," he exhaled a deep breath, "Though... I guess you have the right to know that the Capitol has announced Peeta's death this morning."

I gasped at the words. Before I know it tears ran down my cheeks with my heart pounding like a drum. "no... No NO!" I kept shouting. Haymitch walked over to the door and slammed it shut causing me to silence.

"Now listen to me carefully," Haymitch whispered as he grabbed both of my arms. Looked at the closed door as if afraid we are being spied on, "We think the he is alive. See Peeta is the perfect bate for you, Katniss. Killing him would be a huge mistake, and we know that some of our spies have been in contact with Peeta recently."

I looked at him trough the tears. "Are we going to rescue him and the others," I asked. My voice sounded like a little girl and even cracked on him.

"I don't know. It is just an idea right now. Coin doesn't want the mission to happen, but on the up side everyone in the meetings volunteer for it whenever the subject is brought up ."

"Haymitch, I don't think I could live another day or even an hour without him! Haymitch, listen to me! I can't even try to be the Mockingjay without him! And we both know Finnick is the same way about Annie!" I must have either been annoying or effective because Haymich just stormed out of the room.

The days passed like years. With broken hearts me and Finnick spent a lot of time keeping each other company. It just so happens tying knots really clam the nerves although it did chip of the last of the flame like nail polish off my nails that Cinna did before the interview. Gale tried to see me as much as possible ,but he's kept busy maintaining official responsibilities and meetings.

Then I got my first call to help with the war.

"Now Katniss," reminded Coin, "just read the script over there and look into the camera."

They were trying to film me and the others rescued from the arena for some type of media hack, and unfortunately I was the first victim up. In my Mockingjay armor, as they called it (created by Cinna), I stood out in the cold of the upper sector of District 13.

"Okay," I said as my voice trembled a little. For some one who has been in two Hunger Games I sure do hate the camera. The camera man, in his insect like outfit, signaled that the torturous machine was once again rolling and I had to start. "People of Penam," I read with a shaking voice, "I am Katniss Evergreen…"

After I got about a minute and a half through my part the script I arrived to the word Peeta. That's when I finally broke down. I was screaming, crying, and begging for Peeta all at the same time. That was until Kendra decided I should go last out of the rescued victors.

First, Finnick did fine, I think even Coin had a tear in her hawk like eyes. Then Beetee did ok. Now once again I had to go into the spotlight. I tried to beg against it ,but Coin was getting annoyed and by the looks of it so was Haymitch. He stomped right up to me and yelled, "Get a grip on yourself, Katniss! Now go out there and read that script!"

The one thing I hate more than the Capitol was Haymitch's fat mouth telling me what to do. But before I had time to say a word I was dragged straight to my death. Still mad I ignored the script and said what I thought. "People of Penam," I started, "We should not tolerate the Capitol any longer. They kill us, they steal from us. And what do we get? Our children murdered over and over again in the idiotic Hunger Games. It is finally time to say what we think about them. With no more fear to tell our opinion. I once even heard of a nation relying on the concept of the freedom of speech. And as for you people of the Capitol, you disgust me. While us people in the districts starve to death, you eat till you are full then throw it up to eat some more. And Snow... I have not forgotten you. You stole my Peeta away from me. I promise not only will I kill you personally for all the deaths you have caused, but for stealing Peeta I will make it painful and slow. And as for me. To you I'm this all powerful Mockingjay, but to me I'm just Katniss Everdeen. I have been on fire and survived the Hunger Games twice. I have even fallen in love with Peeta Mellark, yet I am only 17 years of age. I have been through more and seen more then all of you Capitol people combined. Good-bye and trust me the odds are no longer in your favor."

With that said I stomped inside with Kendra at my heels. I could see Haymitch's expression towards Coin as I left. It was along the line of I told you so or now wasn't that better than before.

After that aired I was occasionally called to a meeting or something. But I still was lost without Peeta. Then things changed. I was called to another meeting after a full month of living in the place called District 13.

"Now as we know spies have confirmed that Peeta is alive along with victors, Annie and Johanna in the Capitol's prisons," said Coin. I was surprised at the news it was the first time I heard it. But I did not allow my face to show my feelings. " They are in a top security prison. So in order to keep them safe and have a better fighting chance in the war we are going to send a small party of around 5 people to rescue them. Any volunteers?"

Everyone decided to raise their hands simultaneously, even me. Then Haymitch, who was still sitting in a chair without a hand raised, spoke up, "Okay. We all know that we all want to help out, but what we need to do is find people that will be the best in this mission," he looks at me, "Katniss, you're still in the hospital so you're out. Gale, we all know that you're not Peeta's biggest fan but you're strong and smart. So you get no choice, your in. I think Dr. Nest should come to because we don't know if anyone has or will get any injuries. Now Coin you can pick two people for the mission. Oh, and I am going to lead this thing."

I could tell Coin was annoyed with Haymitch for appointing himself leader already and choosing over half of the people going. Reluctantly she looked at a small girl with blond hair and a guy that has the same hair and crystal blue eyes, "Noel. Allen. You can go with them. And Haymitch the hovercraft leaves in five days. Plan wisely. Meeting over."

I was shocked at how fast these meetings went by. As if Peeta's rescue meant nothing. But one thing's for sure, when that hovercraft leaves in a few days, it will leave with me. Sick or not.

A few days later I was in my room, staring at the pearl Peeta gave me, when Kendra came in.

"Katniss ,sweetie," Kendra said coming to my bed using her sweet voice. This meant one thing, something was wrong. "We are going to take a test to try to find what's wrong with you. If that's ok."

"Fine. But whatever this is I'm sure it won't go away before they leave for Peeta."

"I know, but the sooner we get to the bottom of this, the sooner you get to see him."

Still depressed I carried on with the test. When waiting for the results I kept asking Kendra what the test was for. But if she heard me she did not let me catch on. Finally, the results came as she read over the papers.

"Katniss, the test turned out positive."

"That great," I said sarcastically, "So what is wrong with me?"

"Katniss, I don't know how to tell you this but that was a pregnancy test."