Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games, or Clove or Cato or the Cornucopia or- Is that all I don't own in this? That was fast! Usually there's more! (If I did forget something, I don't own that either)

So this is the only story I wrote last night before I crashed from tiredness (you may recall I stayed up until 6am yesterday, so naturally I was a bit tired from only 3 hours sleep). My sister didn't stay up and I didn't either past 1. That may sound late, but that's the earliest I've gone to bed in months. I can't even get to sleep before 2 in normal circumstances.

I'm aware 2 of 3 of my Clove/Cato stories have "Cornucopia" in the title, but I love that word! Saying it is so fun! :)

Anyway, I'm sacrificing several minutes of my time to publish this, because instead of doing something maybe halfway productive, I'll be going though another battle with my sister about Clove/Cato vs Glimmer/Cato, and just Clove vs Glimmer. So wish me luck! ;)


Clove felt the rock hit her head hard, and suddenly the world seemed to blacken. She was aware of the ground, aware of the Cornucopia against her. And she was aware of the dizzying pain that almost attacked her.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. She felt so helpless. Helplessly alone, helplessly dying. "Cato!" she screamed. "Cato! Cato!"

It seemed a long time before he was there. She wondered how long. Time was different now. Like a place. To her, it was a place. Just a little more time and she was gone.

"Clove!" she heard him slide down to her and did her best to open her eyes, painfully aware of how bright the sunlight was.

"Cato," she sobbed. She had always sworn not to cry. Not ever. But the world was ending. Whirling, turning bright. It didn't matter now. She wondered if anything mattered.

"Clove, stay with me," Cato said. He sounded desperate. "We'll win, Clove. It's okay. Don't worry. Stay with me."

She couldn't even see him through the blinding colors, she could only hear him. She let out another sob. His hand closed over hers, and she realized she was shaking. She wanted to say something, anything, but she couldn't. It was like everything was dying. Her world was dying. The world was dying. She was dying.

"It'll be okay, Clove," Cato said soothingly, sliding both his arms around her. "Just relax."

She felt herself stop shaking. Maybe everything would be okay. Maybe she was just dreaming. Maybe the rock hadn't hurt her too badly.

"Cato?" she whispered, struggling for air. "Is-is it-is it okay?"

"It's okay," he promised. "Don't worry, Clove. Just relax." He was holding her tight. She felt her tears stop, too. She could relax. It was okay. It was.


Did you like it? I know it's incredibly short, 296 words to be exact, but I wrote it in bed on my iPhone (that's always the excuse, even though it's the truth) and, well, as you can probably guess, it looked a little bit longer.

I just thought I'd say that I know this scene is like the one that everybody writes fanfic for, so I'm kinda jumping on the bandwagon, but there's really very few settings I can think of where they don't kill people, and that's not the funnest thing to write about... Anyway, I'm sorry if you're sick of this scene, that kind of makes two of us.

I'm curious, anybody else love Buttercup? He's so cute and sweet and I love him. I wish Katniss didn't talk about killing him all the time :( I'm exactly 2/3 and ten pages through Mockingjay now! I'll probably finish by tomorrow. I hesitate to read in bed again because that's what made me stay up till 6, though.

Linley :)