"What the hell Johanna! Why'd you do that? It was supposed to be me and Blight!" I yell

"C'mon Sweet Pea. You already volunteered for me once, and look; now we're both winners. But that's beside the point. I did it cuz I only have you and Babydoll, and you two are, ya know… And I don't have what you two do. I just wanted you two to be able to have your happy ending. I never would've guessed that you'd do...well, that." My younger sister, Johanna, replies from the other side of the train taking her, Babydoll, and me to the Capitol for the 75th Hunger Games in which only past victors will compete.

"I couldn't let you go in alone. Not again. I promised myself after you both were sent into the Games that I would never let the Capitol take you from me again. I didn't know that Snow would pull this on us." The last part is a murmur, and it doesn't matter if either of them heard it.

The huge TV in the main room flickers on, and our stylists and escort, whom hadn't wanted to be in the same room as us, or more likely me, came bustling in, their excited chatter accompanying them. Baby, Jo, and I watch in silence as our friends are called one by one to join us in the arena. The Capitol people all comment, and of course when Finnick is chosen, oh and ah over him.

"And some exciting, if not slightly disturbing in how it came about news from the District 7 reaping. As of this morning, District 7 has no living male victors, and instead will send the sisters 'Sweet Pea' and Johanna Mason as their representatives. Sweet Pea, the winner of the 70th Hunger Games, was, as you can hear, the name chosen, but after her sister Johanna, winner of the 71st Hunger Games volunteered, Sweet Pea never gave Blight Jones the chance to have his name drawn, as she shot him in the head with a Peacekeepers' gun, which if you watch closely, you can see her take. Never before has a district had two representatives of the same sex in the games. Just another exciting turn of events for the third quarter quell. And on to District 8…"

After the voiceover, no one speaks, not even when Katniss Everdeen, the Girl on Fire, and her Loverboy are reaped and volunteer, respectively.

With the reapings finally over, Babydoll gets up and after muttering a goodnight to everyone, makes her way to our room. She shoots a glance at me as she goes, and I take that ass my queue to follow suite, so I kiss Jo on the head, and go after her.

Our room is dark when I enter, and I can't see her, but I know she's here somewhere. My thoughts are interrupted when I small, warm body slams into mine. She kisses my lips roughly at first, but as it goes on, it gets softer, and softer, until she finally pulls away.

"Before you say anything, I don't hate you. I understand why you did it, and while I'm upset that now one, if not both of you will not be coming back, I can't be mad at you for wanting to keep her safe. Hell, I'd do the same if I still could for my sister."

"I'm glad that at least one of you doesn't hate me." I whisper

"We both know that Jo doesn't hate you. Not really. Sure, she's pissed at you for foiling her plan of letting us live out a fairytale life together." She laughs harshly, so unlike her normal laugh. "Like the Capitol will ever let that happen."

"She sees what she wants to see. She believes that they'll let us just because we're victors. She doesn't know about what I do. What Finnick, and so many others do as well. I don't want her to. I'm doing it so neither of you have to. And while I wish you didn't know, I could never live if you thought I was cheating on you by choice."

"Sweet Pea, I know you'd never cheat on me. What they force you to do, it doesn't count as cheating. Not to me anyway. And, you're doing it to keep those you love safe." She replies, kissing me again.

I back her up til she hits the foot of our bed, and she allows herself to fall back, bringing me with her. I prop myself up to prevent myself from landing on her, and just stare at her for a while.

"Whatcha thinking about?" She asks, a playful smirk on her face, illuminated by the moonlight

"I need you to keep Rocket alive." I answer

"I plan on keeping both of you alive for as long as possible."

"But when you have to choose, you have to choose her. You have to choose her and let me die. I can't watch her die infront of me. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if she died instead of me. And it's not that I don't love you, cuz I do. You know that, but I just wouldn't be able to go on knowing that I lived instead of my younger sister."

"I'll keep you both alive for as long as possible, and when it's time to choose, I'll go with her, like you ask. But I don't want to talk about this anymore tonight. We can discuss it more tomorrow if you want, but this time is ours, and I don't want to waste anymore of it talking about your possible death." She says in a quiet voice

"And what exactly do you wanna do instead?" I ask, insinuations dripping from my tone

"I want you to hold me."

That's not exactly what I was hoping for, and by her giggle, I can tell she knows it. But with an exaggerated sigh, I wrap my arms around her and hold her, because I know it will most likely be one of the lasts times I'll ever get to.

So let me know if I should continue, or just leave it like this. Thanks for reading