Meghan writes The Hunger Games Fanfiction! Yeah!

This was slightly more fun than I thought it would be.

Well this is slightly awkward. I've never written THG fanfics so please be a little kind. I mean tell if it sucked but it came to me when I was listening to a song and if refused to go away so I am posting it before I chicken out.

Set in Mockingjay before Katniss becomes The Mockingjay so maybe a little before the book actually starts because I've written it as before she is allowed out of bed. So yeah. Enjoy?

before I forget: The Abyss, next chapter won't be posted for a little bit because A) I'm a lazy procrastinator and B) I have a TON of assessments and assignments coming up and I have NO TIME! I don't have time anymore. My days consist of Homework and studying. Bloody hell. I don't like it.

Heh I'm nearly getting to the point were THIS AN is longer than the story it's self.

It's Short!

Song:

Halo (Instrumental) - Beyonce

One of us deserves to go home.

There's nothing there for me.

They need you more than they need me.

I woke with a start.

Gale leant over me. "You alright Catnip?" He asks with a cheeky smile. But I'm not in the mood for smiles. I'm not in the mood for nicknames and men with skin like my own. I want blonde hair, pale skin and blue eyes. I want the person that has shared the struggles I've had that they haven't.

"Shut up." I tell Gale. "Don't call me that." I'm not his Catnip anymore.

He leaves with a scowl and I ponder my dream.

It's been weeks. Weeks, since I saw him last. He visits me in my dreams and for now that is enough, it won't be forever though.

I can't relax without knowing he is safe.

How'd I become so dependant on him? How did I come to rely so much on the boy with the bread?

When did my feelings about him change? When he wasn't there anymore? When he wasn't around to make me laugh or bake us bread?

I don't know.

All I know is that everything is different and terrifying without him. I'm used to going to him or being with him when there is a challenge now. I got too comfortable with the idea that he'd protect me.

After all, I've never been that sort of girl. I bought Prim and myself up. I grew up too quickly, never one to shy away. I've never cowered in fear. But I find myself unable to break free of this hold.

I know he's alive. I can't describe it but I can feel him. I know in my heart, in my very being that if he were gone I'd know. Some part of me would have gone with him.

We have to rescue him, I tell the others. I know he is okay, I know that we can save him. They just look at me in pity like I'm a helpless girl in love that has lost her puppy.

I don't know if this is love, all I know is that I need Peeta safe like I need Prim to be safe. Like I need to feel the grain of my bow to calm down in the woods. I need his smooth voice and sparkling eyes. I need his strong embrace and the feeling of his lips. I need him like water. I need him like I needed the bread. Without him I'll wither and die.

But I can't have him.

They tell me that there is nearly no chance that they let him live. That even if he is alive he will be different. But he is Peeta. My Peeta. And they can't take him away from me no matter how much they try.

I will have him back.

For now I'll have to hold onto Prim and keep her safe. Without her I'd be so lost. She is the only thing keeping me here. The only thing stopping this mockingjay from flying.

I finger the pearl in my pocket.

Because she came here with me.

If it weren't for the baby.

You'll be a great mother Katniss.