After a few years of Capitol children taking part in the Hunger Games, a new President comes into power, deciding to introduce something from the past- the Olympic Games. How will the children that were used to death games fare with this less brutal instalment?

Slightly AU. For the upcoming London 2012 Olympic Games.

Author's Note: As this is slightly AU, I will give a quick explanation of the situation.

There were the Games. Peeta and Katniss won the 74th Games. The rebels won. There were a few years of Capitol children in the Hunger Games. A new president reintroduced the Olympic Games. All past characters (that I like) are now alive and (in some cases) are back from the dead. The competitors don't compete for a particular country.

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The Olympic Games

Chapter One- The Flame Costume

(Katniss)

"Come on, girl on fire, you have to be the last torch bearer," pleads Peeta from beside me.

I glare at him and shake my head. "Just because the name that everyone calls me is to do with fire, doesn't mean that I get the torch. Why can't you do it?"

"Because you look so much better on fire," he replies, stroking my face.

I swat his hand away, muttering, "I knew I'd be on fire if I agreed."

"That's because you know me too well," says a voice behind me.

I smile at my stylist as I look up to see him join Haymitch and Effie at the edge of the room. "I'm not running with the torch so there's no point having designed the outfit," I point out.

"So I've heard," agrees Cinna, nodding his head. "It's a shame though."

"Why?" I question uncertainly.

"It would have been an honour to run with it," he answers, although I'm sure that wasn't his original thought.

"Yeah, whatever," I groan, turning away and lacing my fingers around Peeta's. "Peeta can run with it. He's much more deserving than me."

"I'm not, Katniss," he begins to argue.

"You are though," I disagree. "You risked your life for me in the Arenas both times. You acted the star crossed lover thing even when you knew I didn't return the feelings. You cared for me when I was scared and hurt. You went to the Capitol against your own will and got tortured. You warned District Thirteen of the dangers even though you knew the consequences. You came back and trusted me, falling in love again despite your thoughts about me. You deserve it."

He smiles and leans down to kiss my lips. "I guess I'll have to go and have a costume fitting now then," he jokes, causing me to laugh. He stands up with my hand still in his and asks, "Are you going to come with me?"

I nod slowly and stand up too, bargaining, "But I don't have to wear a costume."

"Sure," he agrees.

He puts an arm around as we follow Cinna out of the room and down the corridor. I look around at the walls where many posters of athletes are. I sigh and turn my head back to find Peeta watching me.

"Hey!" he protests as I punch his side gently. "What was that for?"

"You were staring at me," I reply, laughing.

"That's because you're beautiful and I want to stare at you." I go to punch him again but he drops his arm from my shoulder and steps back.

"That's not fair," I moan, trying to walk towards him but being prevented from reaching him because he's holding his arms out.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Katniss," he says, moving his arms. He puts them both around my shoulders and hugs me. "Is that better?"

"Yep." I clench my hand into a fist but feel his soft hand grabbing it to stop me.

"Let's not do that, shall we?" he whispers into my ear.

"Yes, let's not kill the torch bearer, shall we?" adds Cinna. I look up to find him smiling at us. "Because if you do kill him, that means that you have to run with the torch."

My mouth hangs open at the argument until Peeta puts his hand under my chin to shut it.

"Maybe she should kill me then," he laughs. "We would've won then."

I resist the urge to punch him once more as I push his hands away and cross my arms over my chest, my back to them.

"Come on, sweetheart, we won't make you run with it," Peeta tries to reassure me. "Just come down to Cinna's room with me for the costume fitting."

"No staring at me?" I question, trying to hide my smile.

"As much as I can stand," he answers.

"Great." I turn back around and put my arm around Peeta, skipping down the corridor. He looks shocked at my sudden mood change and I laugh. "Are you coming?"

"Yeah, sure," he mutters, confused.

The three of us finish walking down the corridor to Cinna's room in silence. Once there, Peeta is taken away to be measured and I sit on a worktop, my legs crossed in front of me.

I lean on my hand and stare out of the window until I hear Cinna ask, "Why won't you be the torch bearer?"

"Hmmm? What did you say?" I reply with although I know perfectly well what he said, turning my head to look at him.

"I asked," he sighs, "why won't you be the torch bearer?"

"Oh, well..." I groan, trying to think of a suitable answer. "I've had enough of being seen of TV as only entertainment. I didn't want a repeat of it." The real answer is that I don't want to be on fire again.

"You don't want to be on fire?" Cinna guesses.

I nod slowly, impressed at how often he knows just what I'm thinking. "Sorry Cinna but I hated it when they had fire in the Hunger Games. I'm hoping that the Olympic Games will not be the same."

"Don't worry," he smiles. "Without your consent, I wouldn't have done that for the relay."

"Thanks," I sigh. "Not that I'm going to do it anyway," I quickly add. "Though I'm sure that the flames will look pretty good on Peeta."

Cinna laughs and begins to pull back a curtain as he says, "Let's see, shall we?"

I hold my breath as I wait for Peeta to step out. When he does, he is only wearing an athlete's training suit in flaming colours. I smile and try not to laugh as I jump off the worktop and walk over to him. I put my hand on his chest, feeling a sudden warmth as I do so.

"What's so funny?" he asks, looking down at me.

"I thought you'd actually be on fire," I admit, my cheeks reddening.

"See? I'm not so you could run with it," he points out.

I shake my head and look away as I start to say, "I still don't want to-"

"Then run it with me," he interrupts, lifting my chin so I'm looking into his blue eyes. He stares intensely at me without blinking and I know he's not joking.

I pause and think. "Yes Peeta, I'll run it with you. But only with you."

"Good," he whispers, pulling me against his chest. "Don't worry though, I promised that I'd never leave you again and I never plan to break that promise."