Hey guys! This is a new story I decided to write so I hope you like it! It was written pretty quickly so I apologies for any mistakes :)

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Disclaimer- All credit for the amazing Hunger Games goes to Suzanne Collins

"I'm never having kids..." Gale remembered her saying, so long ago now.

"I might, if I didn't live here," he had replied. He didn't know what made him think of it, it had been a long time since he had web thought about things like that.

"But you do live here." not anymore he didn't... District 12 was no longer his home.

"I know but if I didn't." District 2 was his home now. It was where his work was, where he felt like he was doing something worthwhile, where he felt needed...

But all that was only a distant memory now. Everything that happened in District 12 could never be undone, so this is where he would stay.

Life in District 2 was very repetitive for Gale. He would go to work during the day to train and come home to sleep at night. On some days he'd wake up early and go hunting but their was no necessity for it, food wasn't as scarce anymore. It was more just for the entertainment of doing something he's known all his life.

During the few times he would go hunting, if he had managed a good game he'd keep some for himself ad trade the rest for household things in town. He wasn't a very familiar face to those that lived close in town but he was to those he traded with. They knew him well enough to know he could be trusted...

On one particular Sunday morning, with a day of work Gale had decided to go hunting. Catching two squirrels and a rabbit, he dropped past his house to save the rabbit for later before taking the twenty minute walk into town.

It wasn't as busy as usual being a Sunday but there were still a decent amount of people hanging around the shops.

"Gale!" he turned in the direction he had heard his name and raise his hand in greeting to Marc, his closest friend from work, who had his arm closely around his girlfriend Lacey. Any other day he would have gone over to talk but instead he decided to continue on the the butcher, leaving the couple alone.

Out of the pair of close friends, it was always obvious who spent more time in town, Marc recognizing every second person and Gale being lucky to receive even a hello.

Entering the butchers shop, he was greeted by one of the few townsmen that actually knew who he was. "Got anything good for me today Gale?" the butcher asked, happy to see him.

"Two squirrels and about half a kilo of strawberries," he replied, placing the food on the counter.

"Wonderful," the butcher replied, retrieving money to pay him. "So, how have you been Mr Hawthorne? It's been a while!'

"Busy! Working, you know, the usual," Gale replied as the butcher handed him the money.

"Daddy!" a voice came, followed by the footsteps of a young dark red headed girl.

"Yes sweetheart?" her father replied.

"There's some girl outside the shop, I think she's sleeping," she continued and Gale shrugged as the butcher looked in his direction, he had seen no one when he entered the store.

"A girl..." the butcher asked. "Well, did you recognize her?"

She shook her head, "she had her face covered."

The butcher, looking confused, turned in Gale's direction.

"Don't worry about it, I'll check it out, move her along," Hale replied, smiling as he thanked the butcher for the money and his daughter when running for the strawberries she had only just noticed.

Exiting the shop, he looked to the side to see the girl the butchers daughter was talking about. Dressed in ratted, old clothes, her dirty blonde hair lay covering her face, as she leant unconscious against the shop window.

"Excuse me?" Gale said calmly, approaching the girl. Receiving no reply, he was almost positive she wasn't just sleeping. "Are you okay?" he asked, kneeling down beside her. He could tell something wasn't right.

Still receiving no reply, he gently pulled her away from the window, holding her shoulders in his arms and brushed her blonde hair from her face. Almost immediately, he gasped, even through the dirty clothes and face there was no mistaking her. "Madge..?"

Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it! Please review and tell me what you think and if I should continue, it would mean a lot :)