I own nothing but sorta the plot!

No hunger games but everything else is pretty much the same. I may be very un-detailed at times... I write for fun and I'm definitely not a professional nor I claim to but criticism is welcome! What doesn't kill you makes you stronger! oh and my , or . that follow " aren't correct most of the time.

And FYI some facts about the HG are not correct so don't get mad if something doesn't sound right according to Collins. That's why it's called FanFiction.

The story is based of couple headcanons so enjoy!

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Peeta

Couple years ago when I was 14, I stood by a tree before school (it was the first day of school that year.) It had become a habit the year before, I would arrive early, stand by the tree, and wait. This year was different, she had lost her father in a mine accident.

She always arrived to school hand in hand with her younger sister. She always wore her hair in a thick braid. She was always expressionless. She always looked stoic. But she always looked fragile to me underneath. She never let her weakness and vulnerabilities show. She always looked beautiful. Powerful and strong. I couldn't talk to her for those reasons, I always felt below her even if I felt like I needed to protect her.

It didn't matter how many times I remembered the day I gave her the burned bread... I could never see her as someone below me.

Her eyes were always beautiful. Her eyes had just caught me staring at her. I dropped my gaze as she walked by, I looked up again and she had her back towards me but her sister kept looking back and smiled at me. I gave her a shy smile and made my way to class. That afternoon Katniss got hold back in class helping the teacher. I stood outside in the same tree perfectly knowing that I would not be brave enough to talk to her.

Most of the student body had already left but her sister was at the gate waiting for her. Two older boys walked up to her, one of them, skinny and tall, grabbed one of her braids and pulled it. The two boys laughed, before I knew it I was stomping their direction. The other boy, shorter but was also lanky, pushed the girl and she fell to the ground. Before any of them could react my fists were on the tall kid, once he was on the floor I turned to the shorter one and tackled him.

The girl started yelling when the tall boy stood up he grabbed me by the shoulders while the short one punched me in the stomach. The tall boy behind me had been knocked off me and I send myself directly to the shorter one but he took running. I turned back to deal with the taller kid, he was getting up the floor and Katniss was hugging her sister. The boy took off running too as he saw me coming his direction.

Katniss had tackled the guy off me. "Are you ok?" I looked at her sister. "Yes, thank you!" She answered between sobs and hugged me. I was shocked for a second but wrapped my arms around her too. "Are you sure you're not hurt. I swear if you're hurt I'll go chase them and make them pay." I knew I was over reacting but this little girl seemed so...breakable, so needy of protection. Thankfully she laughed and pulled back and wiped her tears, "I think you already hurt them good enough."

She extended her hand to me and introduce herself as Primrose Everdeen but liked Prim for short. Then she introduced Katniss, who was standing behind her coolly. I reached for her hand, "it's nice to officially meet you Katniss." I was kicking myself mentally for sounding so shy and I knew my face had gone red. But so had hers.

"Same... to you Peeta. Thank you for helping my sister. Thank you." Her voice was sweet when she said my name! Or maybe I imagined it... but when she thanked me she truly meant it.

"No problem, at all." We were still shaking hands slowly and staring at each others blush then Prim broke the moment. "We should go Katniss..." We dropped our hands and literary looked away from each other. "Yeah you're right duck, thank you again... Peeta."

I had become dumbstruck at this point and only nodded my head. Prim giggled and Katniss hold back a smile. I cleared my throat, " Um, see you two tomorrow." I was panicking, what had just happen. I turned and practically bounced back home.

Had Katniss and I just had a moment! Why was she blushing? Why didn't she let go of my hand? She said my name twice! Oh dear God, I talked with Katniss Everdeen!

Ok, now I was being ridiculous. I needed to calm down.

Of ALL the things I've dreamed to tell her... NONE of came out!

When I reached home I realized all the pain going through my body. Great.

Katniss

Peeta... He saved my sister. My dept for him was deeper now. Peeta...

"Oh mom you should of seen him! He was so brave!" Prim had not stopped talking about him since we got home. Prim and mom were already making a tea to reduce his pain. I was to give it to him at school tomorrow, he did take a beating after all and for my sister.

It bothered me, it... hurt me that he was hurting...

There was no way to get him out of my head. Knowing Prim, there would be no way to get him out of our daily routine from now on. Great.


Two Years Later

Peeta

Crookshanks was ugly, no one liked him and he was starving to death. I guess that's exactly why I loved this awful cat, he reminded me of my own life. I took a beating instead of letting my mother kill him. It has been the worst beating ever, I'm hurting everywhere, I can't see out of my right eye and I can still taste blood in my mouth. To make matters worse I walked into a hole and sprint my ankle. That explains why I'm here on a deserted part of the Seam waiting for Prim.

Prim and I developed a very nice friendship, almost like brother and sister, I knew I would never be able to not protect her even if Katniss didn't like the idea. Katniss... Ever since I took the beating to help Prim, she became more talkative with me but she, somehow, was still the same stoic person. She rarely let her guard down. However she would greet me in school and once in a while she and Prim would eat lunch with me and if I was lucky they would let me walk them home. Most of the time Gale was with them soo my opportunities of being alone with Katniss were slim. Prim explained Gale was like a cousin to them but nonetheless I was rabidly jealous of him.

Now back to Crookshanks. It was summer so it was easy to find Prim without running into Katniss, she most likely was in the woods...with Gale...

Prim agreed to take the cat, there was no way Katniss would agree and it made me feel guilty but I knew she wouldn't let the cat starve to death if Prime had a saying on it. Prime arrived by herself and I gave her the cat, she fell in love right away even though Crookshanks was pretty disgusting... It made me so thankful that Crookshanks seemed to like her back. She had been adsorb with the cat until she noticed my bruises.

"Peeta! What happened to you!" She seemed shocked and having an inner debate. "Oh nothing really, it was just an accident..." I tried to sound pretty cavalier but she saw through me. I sighed and explained. "My mother hates animals. When she found out about Crookshanks... well lets say it was me getting hurt or my cat dying..." Prim's face was full of anger and disgust. "How dare she! You're her son why would she do that?" I didn't really felt like explaining that it was normal for her to beat all the males in the house...

"I guess she's just stress out, the bakery is not doing that great and I guess she freaked at the thought of feeding another mouth." I didn't like defending her but she was my mother after all. Prim seemed to notice my discomfort about talking about my mother so she said oh, and begged for me to come see her mom.

"Come on Peeta she won't charge you and you'll feel a lot better after she's done with you!" Prim begged. "It's not that bad Prim, plus I think really won't be able to walk by myself for a while my ankle has swollen up and it kinda hurts..."

"I'll go get Katniss and she'll help you!" When she saw me eyeing the cat she said, "don't worry we'll hide him until I can come up with a story." I nodded my head about the cat, "but Katniss is not home, she's probably with Gale in the woods." I tried to not sound ardid but failed miserably, Prim always saw through me.

"They were earlier, I saw them in the Hob on my way here, by now Gale probably went home... Peeta, you love my sister." Her words had given me hope then the last part caught me off guard, she didn't ask she stated. "I'm I that obvious?" She giggled at my question, "no but even if you were, Katniss is so thick she wouldn't notice." We both laughed knowing it was true. "Fine go look for her but Prim, please make sure Gale doesn't find out..." it was stupid to ask but I had pride... "Don't worry I'll, we'll be back in a few."

She handed me the cat and run off. Now all I could do was wait. I was hurting pretty bad.

Katniss

Prim was very agitated as she found me walking back home. She wouldn't say what was wrong but ordered me to follow. She didn't have to ask or order twice. We reached a very lonely part of the Seam, before I had a chance to wonder why Prim brought me here I saw him and my stomach clenched. Peeta looked terrible and there was nothing in the world that mattered more than helping him.

I convinced myself I felt that way because I owned him. When we finally reached him, he gave us a goofy smile and said "hey" like nothing in the world was wrong. I tried really hard not to smile... I never smiled except if I was in the woods, Gale said so himself.

"What happen Peeta?" I tried not to sound to worry but honestly I was mentally preparing myself to shoot who ever did this, with my arrows.

"Oh...it's just a scratch here and there...I fell from a tree." He and Prim giggled at his answered and I immediately got annoyed, he was lying and Prim was in it too. "Katniss he can't walk by himself and I think we should get him to our mom." Prim told me sweetly. She was right we better get him to mom and most of my irritation disappeared. I would get the little duck to tell me the truth later.

"Can you walk?" He shook his head no, "k, come on I'll help you." He was sitting down so I bent to help him get up. Even though we had talked a couple times there had never been too much physical contact. He was heavy but I couldn't figure out why since he really wasn't chubby, really not many people in 12 were chubby...

"I'll go on ahead and tell my mom so we can get things ready for Peeta." Prim informed us before she pretty much fled. "Primrose! Don't run, be careful!" I yelled after her but she didn't even turn around. What was her hurry, it's not like mom had any magical herbs to treat Peeta with, to be honest I didn't really know what they could do for Peeta, he didn't have an open wound or anything... but then again, I don't know much about those things.

Peeta chuckled as I yelled after Prim. "You treat her like your daughter not your sister." Peeta told me, he was right but I didn't know what to say. "Yeah I guess so..." I whispered. I had suddenly become nervous, I had never been good keeping a conversation with anybody but right now I had a complete loss of words. I couldn't understand what was going on with me! There was a nice silence for half of the way until Peeta felt like he had to break it.

"Thanks for helping me, it's kinda embarrassing actually but thanks." I looked at his face and he was blushing, it made me blush too. Why? I cleared my throat trying as I tried to talk. "Why is it embarrassing?... Cause I'm a girl." I tried not to sound challenging. "No that's not it..well, actually, it's because you are helping me... you see, I always try to look... strong in front of you." I frowned and simply asked "why?" He chuckled again, "you have no idea the effect you have on people."

I wasn't sure what he meant but I could feel myself blushing furiously. "My mother beat me up Katniss. On the way here, as stupid as it sounds, I walked into a hole and hurt my ankle. I guess I'm too clumsy and being blind from one eye didn't help." As Peeta told me an anger build up inside me that I was ready to drop Peeta and go looking for his mother and hurt her badly. I knew I would never do that, but the thought was a little satisfactory. I also remembered the day he saved my life with the burned bread. And also the beating he took for it...I felt guilt expand through me.

"Why did she do that?" My voice was hard as I asked. Peeta didn't answered right away, "I think I'll tell you the answer to that on another time." Had he done something terribly bad? We both were breathing heavily from our trip.

"Peeta?" We were almost home and this was the first time we were alone together, I had to thank him. He simply said "hm?" "Thank you..." I whispered.

"For what?" He seemed confused at my random thanks. I couldn't back down now. "For... saving my life and Prim's and mom's... I still remember the burn bread..." I didn't know what else to say but I knew there was more to say. We were almost at the porch and Prim came out with mom tailing behind her.

Mom put a special sort of ointment on his ankle, it smelled pretty funky, and another one on his bruised eye. Prim cleaned the dirt and blood off. I stood there and watched. He had more bruises on his back so they took his shirt off. He was surprisingly muscular. that explained his weight. I guess it was for all the flour bags he moved at the bakery. He winced a couple of times but kept a blank face.

He didn't have a chance earlier to say anything to my thanks, but really what was he gonna say. Your welcome?

After a couple minutes my mom told my to make myself useful and rub more ointment on his ankle, I wanted to stick my tongue at her, say no and stamp out of the room like a little child. "But I'm going to hurt him!" Peeta and Prim laughed and mom gave me a look... "fine."

A couple hours later...

My mom was making a stew with the game I caught today. Prim had gone out to pick more plants and I was alone with Peeta but neither one of us had spoken. He was laying back on my bed, my mom had told him to rest before going home, he dozed off for a while but kept himself awake. Prim had made sure, one way or another, (how was this child so manipulative!) that I stayed beside Peeta. So I was sitting on the floor beside the bed humming. What was up with Prim?

"I remember the bread too Katniss." He's voice made me jump slightly. Here I go again, what do I say!

"Oh..." I looked up at him and he smiled. My stomach made a flip. I might be getting sick...

"Come sit up here, you don't have to be on the floor." Peeta offered me a spot in front of him, I took it silently. "Thank you for the bread Peeta... and thank you even more because of the beating you took for it..." I said it looking down at my hands, which were intertwined together, not daring to look at him, "and I'm sorry... I never really... thanked you properly... sooner." He placed one hand on top of mine.

"You don't have to thank me Katniss." His voice sounded so sweet and the way he said my name...! Why was I feeling all of this? I felt my face blush again and I looked up at his. He was blushing too and staring at his hand on top of mine. He chuckled and we looked at each other's eyes. His were so blue..."I think that this is the most I've ever heard you say." His tone was playful but it also sounded a little bit accusing, or maybe it was my mind playing tricks again.

My mom cleared her throat, she was standing on the doorway looking at us as if she knew a secret neither one of us knew and gave a very weird smile. "Supper's ready." She simply left after her announcement. Peeta had taken his hand back and know there was an awkward silence. "Uh, I can help you to the table if you want.." I offered getting up. "No thanks, my ankle's not hurting as bad and it doesn't look as swollen anymore so I better try it by myself." I felt a little sting from his rejection but that was just silly...

In the end he took my arm and use it as support, his ankle was doing much better though. When we sat down Prim walked in the house with the ugliest cat I had ever seen in my life.

"Prim! What is that!" I stood up and pointed at the disgusting thing she was hugging. "It's my cat! And I won't let you get rid of it! It's dying and it needs me!" Before I could argue Mom took Prim's side and I knew it was a lost cause. Great another mouth to feed.

I looked down at Peeta and he was looking down at the table with a very red face. "So what's its name Prim?" He asked too innocently. "I named him Buttercup." Prim smiled all proud about the creature. Peeta gave her a smile ear to ear. I realized something odd was going on here when the cat jumped off Prim's arms into Peeta's lap.


Soooo do you like it... It kinda drag on this chapter but the next will have a different tone

and it will be all about Peeniss I swear! No lemon yet tho!

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