Okay so this person on tumblr posted this, and now I have an idea for a fanfic.

I remember him. The man with the bow-tie and the blue box. He convinced me not to give up, the night I sat in the rain, starving to death. Those simple words of encouragement gave me hope. Something I very much needed then. He said he'd be looking out for me.

The night before the Quarter Quell, he came back. He called himself the Doctor. And he wanted me to come explore all of space and time with him.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I live in District 12. And I will die.

These are the only thoughts out of the millions that float through my head as I stare at the ceiling. It's the same as before, only this time, I'm pregnant. Not really, but that's what Haymitch has suggested we go with, Peeta and me. For the "sympathy vote" he says. But this isn't a popularity contest. This is a death and blood contest. Winner is the last one standing. And Peeta must be the last one standing.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I live in District 12. And I will die.

I will show the Capital. With their stupid customs, and childish outfits. Gorging themselves on the fruits of the Districts' labor. I will show them that even though I may die, that Peeta will live. As my last act, it will drive them insane. The rebellion of it all. Sure I'm not actually rebelling, I'm not dead. But it will be metaphorical and symbolic. They will know it too. They always do.

Vrrom-p, Vroom-p, Vrrom-p!

My name is Katniss Everdeen, I am hallucinating from the drugs the Capital probably put in my food or shower water. I am hearing things. They want to finish me off early, but I will not let them. I will be-

"Umm... Hello?"

I sit straight up, and see a man with a blue box as big as my room, in front of my bed post. I start to let out a yell of alarm, when something catches my eye: a bow-tie.

It's him!

"It's YOU! The man with the blue box and bow-tie! But how!?"

"Hello Katniss, it's been what? Six years? My, my how've you grown."

"How'd you get in here? No, no this can't be happening, it's some sort of tracker-jacker venom that the Capital has redone to make me see things that were never real in the first place. Yes, that's it, you're just an imaginary madman with a box!"

It didn't come out as I wanted it to, it was more like a frightened mouse with a high-pitched squeak than a human being speaking. But wait... His face.. His hands.. No weapon, no malice, what kind of trick is this?

"Well that's mean. Didn't your mum and dad teach you not to be rude? And to respect your elders? Anyways, want to come with me?"

"Wait, what? Where? Who are you?" I say, very confused.

"Oh right.. Never properly introduced myself, I'm the Doctor.. Erm.. Hello. And well.. Everywhere, and everywhen. Ooh! Everywhen. I like it." The Doctor says as his eyes twinkle with a childish glint in his eyes.

"Why are you speaking so funny?"

"Oh pish-posh, I'm not talking funny. You haven't even laughed yet. Anyways, enough questions about me. The real question is on you Miss Everdeen. I can whisk you away from this place and it's barbaric rituals to anywhere and anywhen you want. Oh look at that! Anywhen! I just can't stop being brilliant!" He ended this little speech with a fist in the air, apparently triumphant at his accomplishment of inventing two new words in one night.

"I still don't understand. If you can really take me away from here to any place in time, why? I don't even know you! What if you're a trap? And if I accept your help, Peacemakers will be swarming in here to beat me to death, or at least an inch of."

Something's wrong. His face, it looks like fire, rage, and sadness in one. What did I say? He must be from the Capitol. Sent to me at an early age to let my guard fall, well not this time. No, this time I'm prepared.

"Ya know," the Doctor's voice almost trembling with rage, "the only reason I haven't stopped this extremely corrupt time in human history, is because it will produce one of the most wonderful things in all of creation. And if I stop that, who knows how time will be effected. It'll probably rip a hole in the fabric of time and space itself. No I cannot do that Miss Everdeen. What I can do, while small and insignificant, is take you away from here for a little while. Take you to extraordinary places. Places you've never even been able to imagine."

What kind of offer is this? Seriously? He said he won't be able to stop the Games. Which means that no matter what, I'll have to be a tribute in the Quarter Quell. There would be no point, because I would have to return anyways. My head starts to swim; old and new information colliding, concocting a maelstrom in my head. I have to close my eyes to make sense of all of this, when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up into the oldest eyes I've ever seen. Such kindness, sadness and age in one being should be impossible.

"C'mon Katniss Everdeen. It's not everyday I get to have the honor and privilege of offering Katniss Everdeen a trip throughout all of time and space. So whatdya say?"

His eyes started to twinkle with that childish glint that I had just seen.

"I don't know... This is so much... But it's not everyday I get this chance..."