Hello fans of Phineas and Ferb and the Hunger Games! Welcome to Batmarcus and I's twenty-third contribution. You know what that means? IT'S ALMOST TIME FOR THE QUARTER QUELL! I honestly have no idea if we will actually do something special for this supposed 'Quarter Quell' but I might seriously have to talk to Marcus about that especially since the twenty-forth is already in progress. Maybe we could write a story about a Quarter Quell. Why am I telling all this to my newer readers. Also, though we have written 23 other stories together this is our first crossover! We have written stories for the Hunger Games and Phineas and Ferb but never before them both! Why am I so excited over this imaginary Quarter Quell? Just read, I'm rambling right now.

Unless you live in the Capitol or a Career District there is no denying that Panem is a terrible place to live given the games, poverty, and Peacekeepers but I... well... I guess I have a little more to complain about. Seven years ago, my twin brother, Adam, was captured by the Capitol. He might be dead. It's probably best if he's dead. One year later they had captured my father. Same as Adam. Finally, two years ago, my mother was accidently electrocuted to death back in the factory. So now I'm alone. Well... not right now... right now I'm at the Reaping, my first Reaping in the bowl. Am I nervous? No, no I'm not. Why am I not nervous? Because I plan to volunteer why not? I have nothing and no one to live for.

In fact, I have been waiting for this moment so that I can. I watched as our district's escort Robyn reached into the bowl pulling out a name, I didn't pay attention to what name she said before stepping into the way between the girls and boys. "I volunteer."

"We have a volunteer!" She said. I almost felt outside of myself as I stepped up to the stage. Something tugged at me that I was making a mistake but even if I was there's no turning back now. "What's your name?" She asked.

"Isabella Garcia-Shapiro."

"Alright, was that you're friend?" She asked.

I shook my head, "I didn't really pay attention to the name. I just have nothing left to live for."

She had nothing to say to that and went over to the boys bowl. She drew and read the boy's name, "I volunteer." I immediately froze in place… no… it can't be.

It was though standing there looking pale, thin, and beaten was Adam.

Over the seven years he's been gone my nightmares had been spent imagining what the Capitol might be doing to him but he looked some much worse as he just barely struggled to simply make it to the stage muttering something unintelligible.

"And you are?"

If he answered it faded in with the mumbles but I managed to find my own voice again, "He's Adam Garcia-Shapiro."

"Oh! A family member?" She asked.

"He's my brother."

"Oh! Well alright then!" She said cheerily. She directed us to shake hands as always happens. We did and then we were lead into the Justice building.


I was put into a separate room but knew that there was no one who's going to come say goodbye and I was right because soon I was being lead onto the train with Adam. It's nearly impossible to imagine what they must have done to him with how he still just kept shaking and mumbling to himself. "Adam?" I asked cautiously.

He stopped mumbling and looked at me but didn't say anything. I hugged him I did not know what else to do. He didn't even hesitate to return it. "You're alive!" I said crying.

"Unfortunately,"

"Why is that unfortunate?" I asked not letting him go.

"I'd pretty much give anything to be dead right now."

"Adam, what happened?" I asked.

"That's seriously the last thing I want to talk about."

"Okay." I said still not letting go.

"I'll tell you at some point if you really want to know." I nodded still crying. "Isabella, please stop crying." He sighed rubbing my back.

"Sorry," I said trying.

"I guess I shouldn't have brought that up."

"It'll be okay," He said.

"Are you sure?" I asked looking at him.

"Yeah, it'll be okay."

"You seem awfully optimistic for some who a few seconds ago was saying he'd give any to be dead."

"I still would you need to get through this." He said.

"I don't want to though. I volunteered for a reason and though now I know you're here, you're HERE."

"How else was I going to stop you?" He asked.

"You could have come to the five minute goodbyes. Frankly you could have said nothing and just showed up and it would have been enough."

"Sorry," he sighed.

"I forgive you it's just… one if not both of us are going to have to die."

"No, you are getting out." He said.

"Why should I? What's the point?"

"To live!" He said.

"And what would I do with living?"

"Find some happiness." Adam said.

"That would be difficult." I said looking down.

"Not impossible though." He said.

"Why are you so insistent on it? You'd have to be dead anyways."

"I need to die." He said.

As much as I wanted to argue with that it felt wrong to without knowing what had happened to him there and found myself saying, "Then why not let someone else win?"

"Because I do not want you to die." He said.

I let go of him and said looking down, "Then we have a problem."

"Why?" He asked.

"Because we both just want to save the other and that's not an option."

"I know." He said.

"Then that's exactly our problem."

"I told you how this ends." Adam said.

I sighed and said, "Let's just stop talking about this."

"Okay," He said.

We headed to the dining car finding Robyn and Beetee there. "There you two are." Beetee said as Adam started muttering to himself again.

This time I finally understood what it was he was saying, "Just let me die."

"Adam?" I whispered to him.

He didn't respond this time and just kept mumbling it. I did not know what to do now. "Are you okay?" Beetee asked him actually seeming worried.

He still did not respond just muttered faster.

"No, he is not." I said turning to Beetee.

"What happened?" He asked.

"I don't know. He's been in President Snow's custody for the past seven years."

"He has!?" He asked shocked. I just nodded slowly looking down. "I will have him sedated then." Beetee said.

"Why?" I asked looking up at him shocked at the suggestion.

"He clearly needs rest." Beetee said.

"Well… alright."

He nodded and went over to call in a doctor.

I just sat and waited not sure what to do. A big man arrived seconds later needle in hand.

Adam instantly looked even more terrified. "No stay away!" He said. He sprung up to his feet but his legs looks about ready to buckle under him. In hind sight, I probably should have done something but I was still trying to process what was going on.

"Hold still." The doctor said.

"No! Stay away!" He grabbed Adams arm and went for the needle. Adam yanked his arm away and I just watched in absolute disbelief as the man went flying across the car.

"What the heck?" Beetee asked.

All he said in response was, "No needles."

"Okay," Beetee said shooting the medicine into a glass.

"How did you?" I started looking over at the downed doctor.

"What?" He asked.

"You just threw that guy across the room."

"Oh! That," He sighed.

Given the sigh I asked no more, as much as I wanted to know, I can't make him tell me if he doesn't want to. "Ready?" Beetee asked.

Adam looked at the glass and said, "Yes."

Beetee gave it to him and he drank it down in one gulp. It quickly became clear though that it wasn't going to stay that way. He threw up the medicine a few moments later. "I should have known." He muttered.

"How would you have?" I asked looking over at him.

"Isa, to put it simply nothing good happened to me in the last seven years. Why should it now?"

"Because it's long over do; it's not like the universe hates you, Adam."

"Yes it does!" He shouted.

"I know it seems that way right now but that's simply not true."

"How do you know?" He asked.

"Because, everything that has happened to you is merely the fault of some blood thirty evil psychopathic sadist."

"Who runs the country."

"That's irrelevant." I sighed.

"No it means he'll make sure I am never happy."

"You do not know that, he did let you go didn't he?"

"I suppose." Adam said.

"Besides, I'm here to help."

"How?" He asked.

"I'm not exactly sure but I'm here for you." I said and gave him a hug. He hugged me back. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you."

"It's okay." He said.

"No it isn't."

"There was nothing you could have done." He said.

"Well, I guess but still." I sighed.

"Thank you for being here." He said.

"My pleasure."

He smiled a little and started to relax. "I love you, Isabella."

"I love you too Adam." I said. "I'm sorry for volunteering. I wouldn't have if I knew you were there."

"I know." He said.

"Now I just made things worse didn't I?" I sighed guiltily.

"No! I get to see you again." Adam said.

"It might have been for a lot longer it I hadn't though."

"You had no way of knowing." Adam said.

"I shouldn't have even considered it in the first place."

"You were sad and alone." Adam said.

"Seems like a selfish reason though."

"No, it's human."

"Well… I guess." I said though hesitant.

"It is." He said.

"I still feel bad though."

"Don't please." He said.

"Alright, I'll try not to."

"Good." He said smiling weakly.

"Do you by any chance know what happened to Dad?" I asked worriedly.

"Yeah but you don't want to."

"What? You know?" I asked.

"Snow had made certain of it."

"Why?" I asked.

"He had to break me and apparently what he was already doing wasn't enough and how do you best get to a six-year-old boy?"

"Attack his family." Beetee sighed.

"Exactly," Adam nodded.

"Why did he want you?" I asked.

"I have no idea. He tried on quite a few other children but most died within a week."

"What!" I gasped.

He nodded sadly and said, "I honestly have no idea how I lasted seven years."

"What did he do?" Beetee asked.

"To me or him?" Adam asked.

"To you."

He hesitated but said, "He wanted me to be his perfect soldier. Kept me strapped naked to a steel table the entire time and every day he'd inject new, usually radioactive chemicals in through my arm, back, and…" He trailed and moved his hair back behind his ear.

I gasped very loud. There was a large barely healed hole in his head. Not only just the skin but you could actually see through to his brain which made me have to try really hard not to throw up. Beetee seemed to fight the same urge.

Adam just sighed covering it back up. "What sick person does this to a child?" Beetee asked.

"Snow."

"Why?"

"He needed a soldier that's completely unbeatable incase the districts rebel again."

"So he tormented you?"

"Tortured, yes."

"That's sick."

"I know that," Adam said letting go, "but you already saw how well it worked."

"What else can you do?" I asked.

"I haven't really had any time to find out but I do seem to heal a lot faster."

"Really?" I asked hopeful he was healing a little.

"Really, not so much the actual injection holes… yet at least but like when I first got off my wrists and ankles were pretty much completely raw from rubbing against the restraints and now look." He held up his right wrist. It was still a little red but he was right, it was healing at an impossible rate.

"That's amazing." Beetee said.

Adam nodded, "Lastly, all my senses seem to be a lot stronger than normal. There might be more but that's what's I've figured out so far."

"How much stronger?" I asked.

"Like I can tell what soap the kitchen staff uses and the spices on the chicken."

Both Beetee and I's jaws dropped, "Incredible." I breathed simply.

"Not really." He said.

"Well, I think so." I said simply.

"Okay," He said.

"What about the other four senses?" I asked.

"All just as heightened." Adam said.

"Well, all three of those will definitely come in handy in the arena." Beetee said.

"Yeah, if I wanted to win." He said. "Which I don't. I'm just here to make sure Isabella does."

"What?" Beetee asked surprised.

"Why would I? As I told Isabella when we first got on the train I'd give anything to be dead right now."

"Why escape to die?" He asked.

"Well, I didn't really escape. He let me go so it didn't interfere with my reapings. So when they stop being in the way it could very well be right back until either I die or a rebellion starts."

"So you want to kill yourself?"

"Yes, a lot more preferable don't you think?"

"No," I said.

"Well, it is." He said looking me in the eye.

"No, you'll be dead!" I said.

"Exactly the point, it's much better for everyone that way. Except Snow but that's of course another plus."

"No! I would be alone again." I said sadly.

"I know, Isabella, but there's not really anyway around that."

"If you do not try; neither will I."

He sighed and said, "Fine, I'll try but I sure as heck won't kill you to do so."

"I will not kill you either." I said.

"So then what if it comes down to the two of us?"

"I don't know."

"That is a problem." I sighed.

"It can be dealt with later." Adam yawned.

"Think you'll be able to sleep?" I asked unsure if he would.

"I don't know." He said.

"Well, you should go try."

"I do not like the idea of being alone." He admitted.

"I could go with you." I offered. "Then you wouldn't have to be."

"I could have the beds moved into one room." Beetee offered.

"Please do." He nodded looking at me.

"Okay." Beetee said.

"Thank you." We both said. I guess I need it, too. After all, I came here because I was alone didn't I? I smiled a little. I looked over at Adam and noticed he was smiling a little bit, too.


The beds were moved and soon were lying down. Adam was on his stomach reminding me of the needles in his back that he had mentioned. "Adam can I see your back?" I asked.

"Are you sure you want to?" He asked looking over at me. I nodded carefully. He hesitated but pulled off the covers and up his shirt you could tell doing so hurt him and could definitely see why.

There were the holes again and I could see the holes all the way to his spine. "Absolutely terrible," I hissed obviously being very mad at Snow and it helped me not be as grossed out by them.

"I know." He sighed. "Believe it or not, it's actually worse than it looks." He added and bit his lip covering it back up.

"How can it be?" I asked.

"Well, there are a lot of nerves condensed in that area."

"Oh! Right..." I said.

"Yeah, indescribably painful."

"Sorry." I said.

"Not your fault."

"Still." I said.

He shrugged and laid his head down on the pillow with a sigh but this time it almost seemed more of relief. "I had forgotten what it feels like just sleeping in a real bed."

"I can't imagine." I said sadly.

"Just one of those little things you take for advantage until you have it taken away." I sighed sadly. "The lights certainly didn't help either. Always bright and blinding twenty-four/seven." He said with a yawn.

I sighed and wanted to crawl in next to Adam that had always made me feel better when we were younger. I closed my eyes trying to allow myself to sleep. My sleep was not pleasant or long.

A nightmare instantly opened up to the torture chamber exactly as how Adam had described. I saw the needles going into him heard him scream. He clutched the end on the steel table screaming loudly as blood flowed down from the injection holes.

I woke shaking and crying. I tried my best to be quite though looking over at Adam. He was thrashing in his sleep. I hesitated wondering if I should wake him up because of this. I decided to try and made my way over. I hesitated but took his shoulder and shook it gently.

He shot up looking around and then calmed when he saw me. "Sorry, you kept thrashing so I was worried."

"No its fine. Sorry for keeping you up." He said.

"That wasn't you. I just had a nightmare."

"Really? What's wrong?" He asked.

"Just with the games and everything, perfectly normal of tributes." I lied knowing it could get awkward if I told him what it was.

"Oh! Right...I'm sorry." He said.

"Not your fault." I said just as he had to me.

"Is there anything I can do?" He asked.

"I don't know." I said honestly. He scooted over and offered me a spot in his bed. I climbed in hoping it would help. It did a bit just like when we were little I felt safer near my brother. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

I did eventually manage it and stayed asleep until Robyn woke us up. "Hey, get up." She said gently. We both sat up yawning. "We are almost there." She said.

"Alright, we'll get ready," I said getting out of bed. Adam nodded and she left. "I should probably head to a different room to change." I said awkwardly.

"No I can." He said.

"Alright, just let me know if you need anything."

"I will." He said leaving.

I sighed and went over to the closet to look at my options. They had several dresses, skirts, and pants to pick from.

For some reason a pink dress and bow caught my eye and I put those on with a white tee-shirt underneath. I wrapped a purple belt around my waist it just felt right. I straightened the bow so it sat right on top of my head and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like I had grown up in the capital. Minus, you know all the insane alterations and stuff that they do.

I heard shower start in Adams room. Good, he really needed that.

I went to the dining car. It was still night but that's when we were scheduled to arrive being from District 3. "Ready?" Beetee asked.

I nodded slowly, "As I'm going to get."

"I know what you mean." He said.

I nodded and said, "But yes, I'm ready."

"Okay good." He said.

"Then we just need to wait for Adam to be ready." I said. He nodded as he got some fruit. I grabbed some myself being quite hungry.

We ate until Adam came out. He had on a red shirt and black pant made from some material I've never seen before. "Looking good." I said.

"Thanks, so are you." He said and took a seat.

"Ready for this?" I asked.

"Yeah, pretty much, you?"

"As I will ever be." I said.

"Well, can't ask for anything else." He shrugged grabbing an apple.

"Did the shower help?" I asked.

"Yes it did. I wasn't exactly very clean if you hadn't noticed."

"I had." I admitted.

"Hard not to. Would have taken many hours if we were back in 3 but those Capitol showers are impressive. Figured it would be best not to give my prep team a heart attack. Plus it felt good."

"That's good." I nodded and said jokingly, "See, good things can happen to you." He smiled a bit. "Yes, I got a smile!" I declared cracking up.

He smiled more and sat beside me.

"Well, when you're being like that it's hard not to." He chuckled.

"Thank you." I said.

"You're welcome. Thank you." He said taking a bite of an apple.

"What for?" I asked.

"For giving me a reason to."

"My pleasure." I said.

I turned to Beetee and asked, "How long until we arrive?"

"About a half hour." He said.

"Alright, so what's the plan when we get off?" I asked as we kept eating since he is our mentor.

"Act natural." He said.

"Alright," I nodded.

"And do not speak yet."

"Got it." We both said together.

"Good." He said.

"What about with the actual prepping and styling?" I asked.

"Go with what they tell you. Even though I know there will be a lot of parts you'll hate." He added.

"Okay." Adam said.

"Then that's about it for that part. Just be warned though that the prep team will most likely need you naked."

"Uh oh!" Adam said.

"That a problem?" Beetee asked looking at him seeming really worried.

"Not for me...but it may shock them." He said.

"His back's… not much better than his head. Maybe even worse." I said remembering from last night.

"I see." Beetee sighed.

"Yeah, I guess I'll still have to give them a heart attack."

"I'm sorry." Beetee said.

"Not your fault, thank you for warning us."

"Yes thank you." I said.

"No problem, it's my job after all."

"Still." Adam said.

"You're welcome."

The train started to slow. I went over to the window to take a look. We were pulling into a brightly light station a dozen reporters were there waiting for us. "I wonder if they knew what happened to you and all those other kids how many would be signing up to watch." I muttered in disgust as a slight exaggeration from how they go over watching us fight to the death like this.

"I am not sure it would matter." He said.

"No, I mean how many would want to watch you get tortured." I specified looking over at him.

"About half of them I bet." He sighed.

"Exactly what I was thinking." I sighed as well. "They're just so... unhuman."

"Well they do try to look that way." He said.

"Isn't that the truth but it's far more than looks."

"True, but not to them they are brainwashed." He said.

"I know." I nodded.

"They just do not realize." He added.

"So what? We should teach them?"

"I do not think we can." He sighed.

"Yeah, probably not. They're too far gone."

"If only though." He sighed.

"Would make a lot of people happy." I stated simply.

"I know it would."

I felt the train come to a complete stop. I was starting to feel nervous. "So, this is it." I managed to say with a deep breath. He took my hand nodding. That gesture honestly did help my nerves a little bit.

"We'll be okay." He said.

"Alright, I can trust you."

"I can trust you, too." Adam said.

"Then let's go." I said with a deep breath.

He nodded as the door opened. I kept a hold of his hands as the crowd swarmed and cameras flashed.


It never stopped until we were in the building. I mouthed a goodbye as we were separated.

He did not look happy about it but mouthed goodbye as well.

Right after that we were put into our separate rooms to be prepped.

Beetee was right I hated it. They stripped, waxed, trimmed, washed, and soaked me in some weird smelling chemicals. Then they stood me naked in a room. They circled me plucking any hairs the waxing missed.

Soon I was smooth and cold. "Alright, she's ready." One of them said handing me a thin robe.

"For what?" I asked.

"To be given to your stylist."

"Oh! Okay."

They filed out of the room as I put the robe on. I waited patiently.

In walked a woman with dark red hair purple eyes and skin entered. "You must be my stylist?" I asked.

"Yes I am." She said.

"My name's Calista. You must be Isabella?"

"Yes I am." I said.

She did not seem to care much as she just said, "Alright, let's get you ready."

"Oh, okay." I said.

"Good, now food first."

"Alright, what do you have?" I asked.

"Something flashy," She said.

"Right, so it has to have something to do with electronics."

"Circuits." She said.

"Circuits? How so?"

"You become them." She said.

"Alright, do you have it?"

She pulled out a green suit with bronze circuits printed on and quite a few actual circuit boards strapped to it. It really didn't look too bad. Given how bad it could have been I just said, "I like it."

"Good." She said smiling a little. "Now just take your robe back off and we'll see how it looks on you."

I nodded dropping my robe carefully. The suit was slid onto me. It honestly was a little uncomfortable where the boards were but not that bad. "Not bad." I said.

"Good, now make-up." She said pulling out a kit.

I held still as she went to work. She applied a bunch of different: green, bronze, and black make up.

When she was done I looked like a circuit board. "That's actually really cool." I said looking in the mirror.

"Thank you." She said.

"You're welcome. It is true."

"Well I'm glad you like it."

"So, what now?"

"We wait for your partner." She said.

"He was literally tortured for the past seven years. He'll be a while."

"What?" She asked.

"Don't tell him I told you but," I explained what had happened to him.

She threw up in a garbage can by the end.

I'm not exactly sure how I had resisted it honestly. Guess she's not part of the half who would want to watch. "Why?" She asked.

"I wish I knew." I sighed sadly.

"It's sick." She said.

"You think I don't know that?"

"I know you do." She said.

"According to him Snow tried it on many different toddlers but they'd usually die within a week."

"Sick freak." She muttered.

"Undoubtedly, I wasn't expecting you to think so though."

"Why would I not?" She asked.

"You're from the Capitol." I said simply.

"So?" She asked confused.

"You guys just always seemed very... heartless. At least when it comes to those in the districts."

"We do?" She asked.

"Yeah, mostly with how badly you all obsess over the games like children murdering each other is the most amazing thing in the world."

"It's a tradition."

"That's not really any excuse though." I said honestly.

"We were raised being told it is right." She said.

"I know that. That's why I wasn't expecting you to have a problem with this. I mean. When it comes down to it what's the difference besides that one's televised."

"It's very different." She said.

"Alright, how so?"

"We were raised thinking it was just and deserved...none of us really think about it because of that."

"Then think about it." I said simply. "Think about what you are so celebratory over and what you are so appalled by and see if you can think of any other real differences."

"We do not torture." She said.

"What about tracker jackers?" I asked finding it the perfect example. "An innocent 12-year-old girl swelled beyond recognition violent convulsing on the ground for what to her might as well be days to her as the venom pulls out every fear, worry, and anxiety into strikingly vivid hallucinations combined with the unbearable seething physical pain. What do you call that?" She had nothing to say. "That's what I thought."

"I'm sorry." She muttered.

"Like you said, you were raised thinking it was just and deserved." I sighed though glad I was making progress.

"Still," She said.

"You realize it now though?"

"Yes I do." She said.

"Good," I said with a relieved smile.

"If you say so." She sighed.

"I'm sorry." I said awkwardly.

"Don't be." She said.

"So, what happens now then?"

"We wait and eat." She said.

"Alright," I said and grabbed a roll. "What time is it?"

"About two in the afternoon." She said.

"Wow, it doesn't seem like it's been that long… but at the same time it feels like it's been longer."

"I don't understand." She said.

"I'm not exactly sure how to explain it."

"A little much?" She asked. I just nodded. "Have some food it will help."

"Alright," I said and grabbed one of the white fluffy rolls, "Better than ours." I said after I swallowed a bite.

"3 has the tiny bite sized squares right."

"Yeah," I said taking another bite. "Definitely not as good and much too small."

"I can't imagine."

"Life back home is not good." I said, "Especially not on your own." I sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"The Capitol captured Adam when I was five, my dad a year later then when I was ten my mom was accidently electrocuted to death at the factory."

"That's awful!" She said. I nodded sadly. She came over and hugged me. I didn't even hesitate to return it trying not to cry. "I am so sorry." She said.

"It's not your fault. It's just the way things are. It's also part of why I volunteered."

"You do not want to win?"

I just shook my head. "Adam wants me to though."

"Of course he does."

"I don't want to though. Especially since that means he would have to die."

"I can imagine not."

"What am I supposed to do?" I sighed.

"I don't know." She said.

"He really doesn't want to win either. Says he'd give anything to be dead right now."

"That's unfortunate." She said.

"Extremely,"

"Nothing to be done though." She said.

"I know." I sighed picking at the bread.

"I'm sorry."

"Again, not your fault."

"I know." She said.

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