Katniss and Peeta are still in love with each other- deep down even after the Quell and Peeta's hijacking. There is still a part of Peeta that loves Katniss. Will Katniss and Peeta announce there love for each other in the basement of Tigris's place? This story is an idea from Everlark_4ever_ on Wattpad. Disclaimer goes to her and Suzanne Collins. Story better than summary! R&R!

Chapter 1- Memory or an Edit

Katniss's POV

The basement of Tigris's basement is small and clammy. It's nothing like I have been in before, yet it somehow feels more homely than 13 ever was. This little and filled up underwear shop is one that doesn't receive business. Especially in these days of war and rebellion. The garments here are soft and bring a sense of comfort to my touch. I cannot help but have my fingers running through the beautiful furs and materials. It all reminds me of Cinna in a way. Such beautiful feeling materials. Such talent in these designs, yet nothing as delicate and sophisticated as a simple stich by Cinna's hand. It brings me a sense of sadness yet comfort- but it doesn't take my mind off of all the people dead; because of me.

Boggs and Mitchell on the block, Messalla melted by a pod, Leeg 1 and Jackson sacrificed themselves at the Meat Grinder, Castor, Homes and Finnick from the lizard mutts. We lost eight of our own. Two my friends- Finnick and Boggs. Two my camera crew- Messalla and Castor. Four from Squad 451- Mitchell, Leeg 1, Jackson and Homes. Eight dead in twenty-four hours. It doesn't seem real. I want to look over and see Castor laying with Pollux in those piles of furs a few metres away. Boggs should be coming down those stairs from the shop with a plan of attack, Holo safely in hand. And for Finnick to be next to Peeta against the wall, staying by his side because Peeta seems to only trust him. But, of course I can't. I took away so many lives and Peeta's hijacking is also my fault.

Peeta.

Oh, Peeta.

He doesn't trust any of us. He doesn't want to be here and he shouldn't. He should be still in 13, healing from the hijacking Snow branded him with. He hates me. He will never be that boy that fell for me when we were five. That is only a memory that for him- might not even be there anymore. I hate Snow so much for taking away my boy with the bread. I never realised what I had until he was gone. I just wanted him to come walking through those doors- coming up and kissing me because he could. But again- no. Snow made that impossible. He doesn't remember me for who he saw me as. Only a person that everyone else viewed as a threat to civilisation. You never realise what you got until it's gone. Except- the thing that I lost, will never be the same- ever!

My eyes start to water for the first time since coming on this mission. I cry silently for who is now above us. I cry for those families that will never see the person they love again. I cry for Prim- how I failed her, again. But most of all- I cry for Peeta. I should have thought about how much I relied on him after the first Games. How much he truly meant to me. I should have realised so sooner that I really had feelings for him. Feelings I know I only have for Prim and no one else- Love. I love him and I never realised until I heard Haymitch's voice saying- 'They're back!'. How much I wanted to run into his embrace. How much I wanted to feel his lips on mine. How much I wanted him to say 'I love you too' after I finally said it to him. But again- Snow made such a thing impossible.

Everybody else, the remaining people- Cressida, Gale, Pollux and Peeta- they are all soundly asleep. We have needed this shelter in such a long time. We haven't had a break from this trip in so long and this is finally it. We can sit, drink freely from the tap in the corner, sleep for long hours of the day and night. Cressida trusts her because Plutarch did- I am starting to too. I could be sleeping along with the others- catching up on much needed sleep- but no. I'm laying here crying to myself because I'm so over my life and when Snow is dead- I'm going to join him and everyone else.

Not a few hours ago we were running from the Meat Grinder. Our legs were sore from running, our hearts were pounding, knowing that we were going to die sooner rather than later. We were a few hundred metres from the exit of underground when the Meat Grinder as behind us. I was running with the others when I realised- Peeta wasn't running with us. I stopped instantly and I saw him on the ground, his head in his hands, his mumbling loud yet so distant with the space between us. I called out his name and then I ran over to him and he was yelling- 'I'm a mutt! I'm a mutt!'- over and over again.

I tried to assure him that he wasn't but I knew he was slipping into the mutt Snow put inside him. I pulled him from the ground and then held his face in my hands. The only thing I could do to help him and the only thing I could think of was pressing my lips to his. It was only quick, but after I asked- 'Stay with me?'- He whispered back- 'Always'. He then got to his feet with my help and I grabbed his hand and we ran together towards the others who were waiting for us. We then ran here to Tigris's and that's where we are now.

I can feel his lips still on mine. It was only quick and brief- but it started that hunger in my stomach. At first that hunger scared me- in the first arena- but now, I am aware it means that I care for him and that my body wants him. More than what my mind did at a stage in the game. My mind and body are both craving for a touch from Peeta, or just one of his genuine smiles. Either one would make my whole time since losing him fade away into something so beautiful. But, again- Snow made it that such a thing cannot happen.

I wipe my eyes clear of my tears and then I snuggle down into the softs furs my body has taken over. I figure I may as well try and get some sleep before everyone else wakes up. So, I close my eyes and I take a deep breath before trying to fall into sleep. After a few minutes of attempted tries at sleeping, I sigh softly and then get up so I can gather some water to sooth my dry throat from all the crying. After I gulp down a few cups and spraying my face with the water, I turn the tap off and then I lean against the wall, the cup still in my hand. I take a deep breath before I compose myself and walking back to my pile of smooth furs. I place my cup back near my furs and then I get ready to get back into the furs. The thing that stops me is a pair of radiant blue eyes staring at me through the darkness.

Peeta.

"What are you doing up?" I whisper, walking closer to him so my voice doesn't wake up Gale, Cressida and Pollux.

"I just… I heard you crying. It woke me up." He answers, his voice soft and bewildered.

"Sorry. I didn't know I was being that loud." I state truthfully.

"When I heard it, I wanted to come and comfort you for some reason. I almost felt- obligated." Peeta tells me.

This makes me want to cry again. He still wants to comfort me even when he thinks I am a mutt. Prim's words couldn't be more correct- 'The old Peeta, the one who still loves you is still in there. Don't give up on him'. Little duck is too wise for her age. I am now kneeling in front of him, still a fair distance, but safe enough in case the mutt inside him comes out unexpectedly.

"I used to comfort you? Real or Not Real?" He whispers, trying to make sense of waking up to my crying.

"Real." I answer after a second.

"Why would I do that?" He asks, more as a question he needs the answer too- not something offensive.

I think about his question for a while, thinking about whether or not I should just tell him everything or to just lie to him like he thinks I already do. I think I chose my answer correctly.

"Because you loved me. If I was in pain- you were in pain. Same as if you are in pain- I am in pain. It's just how our minds work- we look out for each other. Because, deep down we both care more about the other than what we truly think." I explain to him subtly, hoping that it won't start havoc.

He thinks upon what I have said for a good few minutes. I think it must be a good thing because he just sits there, muttering soft things to himself that are barely audible. I think he is trying to come back to me.

"I'm trying you know." He says suddenly.

"What?" I answer, shocked by his sudden words.

"I'm trying to filter through all these memories. It's kind of hard, but… more and more of these memories are coming into my head. These ones aren't shiny- these seem real, but… I just can't tell anymore. I don't know what's real… and what's not. I'm trying to come back to you, because I have feelings for you that Snow could never touch. They never went away- even when the mutt takes over, there is another voice… screaming at me to stop and to think. It's very difficult and confusing." Peeta explains, talking softly to me.

I didn't know that he still had some feelings for me. I knew that there was something there, deep down- but I never knew it was a voice yelling at him telling him to come back the same as I do when he is having those episodes.

"If you want, I could help you with your memories. Tell you what is a memory and what is an edit. It could help you." I offer, hoping he will say yes.

I just want Peeta to come back to me- even if it is a few years from now or a few minutes. I just want him back so I can love him finally- for real. He ponders at my offer for a few seconds and then gives a slight nod. I take a deep breath before I sit and ponder about what things he is going to ask me. He has his eyes closed and is taking long shaky breaths. There is a few minutes before he asks,

"It looks like you are about- ten. You are moping around 12 in a big hunting jacket."

So far that sounds correct. I did mope around 12 because it was after my father died, I used to wear his jacket like I do now. Well did when I was in 12.

"You, you then walked to a tree and sat down next to it, leaning against it. You then cried. I heard you cry and call out for your father. It happened regularly. Is that a memory?" He asks slowly.

Snow didn't take as much of his mind that what I thought. I did that, but I thought that no one saw me. It sounds so correct that I couldn't tell it better myself. But then again- Peeta's always had his way with words.

"That's a memory. I didn't know anyone could see me. But, yes- it happened. It was after my father died, he left us and I had to start caring for my family. We starved and that's why you threw me the bread when we were eleven- because you saw me struggling and you loved me." I tell him, not caring about steering clear of anything- I'm over not telling him the truth.

He starts to nod slowly as he takes it in.

"It doesn't look shiny- so I should have guessed it was correct. I'm sorry about your father. No you're not! Yes, I am!" Peeta begins to argue with himself.

"It was a while ago, so it doesn't really matter." I say quickly, before I regret something I would say.

"It does matter, Katniss. I know you loved him- you don't have to dismiss his death. You don't have to dismiss any deaths. Every death deserves a mourning." Peeta tells me.

That sounded like the old Peeta. The one who loves me.

Please Peeta! Please come back to me! I love you!

I nod along to what he says and then we continue with the real and fake memories. We do it for at least an hour and I couldn't be happier to. Every time I say something is a memory- the real Peeta shows himself again. Soon he is cracking jokes, but it's not anything bad. Soon we are laughing silently with each other and gazing into each other's eyes. Just wish the mutt inside Peeta would go away so I would have my Peeta back. Soon we grow tired and I help Peeta into a more comfortable sleeping position. I can't help myself when I stay next to him, brushing my fingers on his fore head and through his hair. It's making him fall asleep as well as giving me some sort of comfort. His eyes stay trained on me as I do this for a few minutes before his eyes droop from being tired. I still keep brushing his fore head and hair for a few minutes after that. The next thing I do is more a reaction from my body then from my mind. I lean over and press my lips lightly against his. That hunger is back, but I cannot let it take over. My mind then realises what I did and I pull back and scurry back to my pile of furs before he wakes up.

Nice one, Katniss. If the old Peeta was in there, you probably just pushed him back further from coming back in! God, you are so stupid!

I fall into the pile of furs and then I bury my head down deep- making sure that he doesn't hear my cry this time. I try to cry softly, but my sobs grow louder and louder and I cannot control them. I'm certain that everyone has awaken to my cries now. But, I couldn't help it. If the real Peeta was in there, he would have kissed back, but he didn't.

He's gone and he's not coming back! I've ruined it again!

I keep on crying and crying and then I feel a hand on my back and I look up instantly- hoping that it is Peeta. But wait- He's gone! I see Cressida sitting next to me, softly rubbing my back, trying to calm me and it works a little bit. I keep crying and eventually I have stopped and I am only hiccupping and whimpering. Soon I fall into a sleep where I am with Peeta and we are happy together. I just wish that would really happen.

Hey guys, I'm back again and with a new story! This is my friend and biggest fan -from Fight til the End and Freedom's Finally Ours- This is her idea and she has her take on this on her Wattpad account- Everlark_4ever_. She wanted to read a story with the same idea instead of her writing it, so I volunteered. I literally think about writing this every time I get. Next chapter will be up in a few days. Those awaiting for Chapter 17 of FFO (Freedom's Finally Ours) It will be up soon, I only have a few thousand more words and then I'll upload it. Should only be a few more days. I'll try and update these the same day! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed and please review and tell me what you think! It gets to much better! Believe me! Love you guys, everlark4ever75 xox