"Peeta!" I screamed as I saw Cato slash his knife across him. I automatically went for the arrows behind my back, pulled the bow's string and held it there in place. He had a knife across Peeta's neck.

Oh how the Capitol must've been enjoying this view. The last three of us, fighting to the death. Only one of us comes out anyway. At least if you don't have the person in the same district as you. But no. I have Peeta with me. Yes, I can do this.

My mental reverie was suddenly interrupted by a weird sound coming out of a boy's mouth across from me.

Cato laughed. It wasn't the kind of evil laugh, it was more like a crazed person's. Manical. The games really does change a person, Haymitch for example.

"You can't shoot me now 12. Not without hurting your precious boyfriend." He said it with such filth and hatred.

I couldn't bring myself to shoot him. My hands wouldn't move. I was scared. I wanted to go home. To forget about this. To never see Peeta suffer. I was scared. I was numb. He must've seen it in my eyes too, because after a milli-second, I saw blood rushing out of Peeta's neck.

"PEETA!" I shot up the bed panting, sweating and scared. It was just another nightmare. You're a victor now. Yes. You and Peeta survived.

My hand automatically shot across the bed to find warmth and comfort from the only person I can get it from. But no, it was empty. I panicked. I grabbed a handful of sheets and looked around. I couldn't see anything from the dark. I moved around the bed. It was still warm on his side of the bed.

"Peeta?" I tried to sound normal. But I knew worry was definitely clear from my voice. Suddenly, the door, about 7 feet from the bed, opened. A figured emerged and I sighed deeply with relief. I ran to him and hugged him tightly.

"Katniss? Katniss? I'm sorry. I got hungry so I grabbed some food downstairs." His hands were full. One holding a plate of food and the other a glass of something liquid, water, I assume. So he couldn't hug me back.

He slowly ushered us back to the bed, carefully placing the plate and glass of water, I was right, on the bedside table. He faced me and hugged me tightly.

"I'm sorry I left." He whispered.

I shook my head. "No, it's okay. I just had one of those nightmares again." He sat us quietly.

"Tell me about it." He slowly suggested.

"It's nothing. I'm just glad you're here. What time is it anyway?" I tried to shift the conversation. I looked at the clock on the table.

3:43 AM

"It's still very earlier to do anything" I said, disappointed.

"Do you want to go to sleep?" He asked.

"I don't know actually. I'm afraid the nightmares would come again. You?"

"Same here. That's why I went downstairs to get some food. Kind of quiet here at the Victor's Village. Not much victor to go around huh?" He chuckled sweetly.

I kissed him softly on the lips, his shocked from my sudden boldness. But it shifted and he kissed me back tenderly. His hands cupped my face and I pull him to lay on the bed with me. I laughed. He was on top of me now. He pulled back and raised an eyebrow at me.

"What?" He asked, amusement clear on his eyes.

"Nothing. You're just too adorable. And I love you." I said as honestly as I can, because it was true. I do love him.

He stared at me lovingly, smiled, kissed me lightly on the nose and said "I love you more" with such strong emotions that overwhelmed me so much it's as if I couldn't live without him. And I have no plans finding out if I really couldn't live without him. The thought of me losing him is out of question. I would never let that happen.

I smiled at him and pulled his face closer to mine.

okay. so maybe i'll continue this? i dunno. maybe not? comment, ideas? maybe some lemon after? haha i dont know xD