So this is my first Fan Fiction I hope you enjoy it. More chapters are coming so please review and tell what you think :D I also want to thank my beta ChoosingTheLabyrinth.

Its a cold bitter winter morning. The air is crisp and clean, which is highly unlikely in District 12. Even though the revolution was years ago and no one has to be a coal miner anymore the air is still thick with dust. I'm on my way to my mother and father's. I can't help but be proud of them, they won the 74th hunger games and survived the 75th that ended in the middle when the revolution started. They have been through so much I don't know how they could bear it. My mother, Katniss, told me when I was young about these things and we learned about it in grade school. Now I'm 23.

I walked into the snow covered yard and stood at the door. Not pausing to knock I opened the door, my nose was invaded by a delicious smelling cake my father, Peeta, must have baked."Hello." I called into the kitchen.

"In here Mary" My mom called down the hall. I walked down the narrow hall looking in each room. I glanced into the art studio to see mom hunched over dad. He was painting something, I quietly stepped into the room. He turned around.

"Oh hi Mary," he smiled wide. "You're getting more like your mother everyday." He meant by the way I looked and moved I have dark brown hair like her, and I have the senses of a hunter. That makes me silent and able to hear anything. I resembled my mother so much except for my eyes. Hers are a steel gray. Mine are a brilliant sparkling blue like my dad's.

Walking closer I asked, "What are you painting?" My father was a gifted artist, he told me that it was from all the years working the bakery.

" Oh...um..." He stops and swallows "Its from when I was in the Capitol, when they..uh..'hijacked' me" My mother rubbed his back trying to comfort him. During the revolution he was held captive and had tracker jacker poison injected in him. It brought up bad memories of my mother. I don't know if it's years of getting used to or he found his dying love for her again but he overcame it. I studied the painting, there was a jail cell and inside I recognized a younger looking man that was meant to be dad and some other people. I saw Octavia, a family friend and a part of my mom's styling team. The conditions of the small stone room looked awful and it took my breath away just to think about the crazed look my dad has on his face when he grips the back of a chair to control the awful hallucinations. When I saw him do it as a child it scared me so much I would run up to my room crying. Then in a few minutes he would come up to explain he wasn't mad or anything like that.

A minute has passed of staring at the horrific scene from the painting and I realize my brother, Lance, is here. I pull my self into reality and moved out of the now emptied room. somewhere in my thoughts mom and dad must have left. Lance was covered in snow, and was getting it all over the floor. I couldn't but giggle when mom started yelling at him.

" Lance Finnick Mellark!" she said stern " You're getting mud and water everywhere." He threw a sly grin my way, Lance and I have always had a strong bond. He was my best friend as a kid. This smile always made me laugh because I knew when he did he was trying to piss someone off. One of my favorite memories was hiking out to the lake in the woods where she would teach us to swim. Lance had picked up a frog and and threw it in her hair. She gave the loudest scream I've ever heard from her. It was all I could do not to fall over laughing. Lance was there with that same smile and dove into the water before she could catch him.

I looked up from my laughing and saw my father throwing his boots outside while he was objecting. Mom had her head in her hand trying not to break her stern look.

~HG~
We sat at the table laughing and talking. My mom had brought in a bundle of rabbit and squirrel meat. I loved the taste of it. During dinner my parents always tell us these ridiculous stories of when they were younger.

"Just before Boggs and I were going to get on a hovercraft to go to District 8 we saw Finnick." My mothers voice quivered at the name. We had known Finnick was a long time friend. We also knew that his death was 's why Lance's middle name is Finnick. Mine is Rue after a small girl my mother teamed up with in the 74th Hunger Games. My father held her hand as she continued. "He was standing in his hospital gown and I said 'Finnick, maybe some pants?' He then looked down at his legs and with a grin he pulled of the gown so he was just in his underwear." She stopped to laugh "After he pulled it off he struck the most ridiculous pose and said 'Why? Do you find this distracting?' Boggs looked so embarrassed and I laughed so hard." Everyone one laughed at this. A moment of silence crossed after the laughing and from the front room we heard the door open abruptly and slam closed. My mom turned a pale white. I knew it was because of the games that she was always so jumpy. My dad stood up with his hand on her shoulder and walked out of the room. I heard him gasp and then a quick laugh. Fright in her face turned to confusion.

My dad walked back in calmly. "Katniss, there is someone here to see you."
She stood up. "Who is it?" she asked, walking over to the arched door. She gave a quite girlish squeal and ran into the walkway. My dad saw Lance and my confused look.

He grinned and said slowly, "Gale is here." I looked over to Lance who also had an excited look. We haven't seen our "uncle Gale" in forever. Jumping up, I ran over to the door and slid on the floor in my socks. My father grabbed my arm so I wouldn't hit the wall. "Whoa there Mary slow down." He laughed. Gale ruffled my hair like he would when I was young.

His seam grey eyes glittered with joy as he said "Mary this is Cole Vick, my son, but we just call him Cole" He was gorgeous. His eyes were a grey with a tint of blue, and like his mother's, Johanna, his hair was a long dark brown color. His skin was tan but not olive like Gale's.
Cole held his hand out "Nice to meet you, and I didn't catch your name." His smile was large and as white as pearls. I was staring at him not realizing he wanted to know my name.

My mom chuckled "Her name is Mary Rue but you may call her Mary, and I'm Katniss or as you father calls me Catnip, also this is my husband Peeta and my son Lance" My cheeks got a bright red, I could feel the heat creep up my face as I realized Cole was staring at me too. I smiled at him and he looked at his feet. His chest was built and his shoulders were broad. He looked so muscular ever in his large jacket. We all sat down in the sitting room that is decorated with dad's paintings of flora and fauna.

He didn't like to go in the woods, but he really wanted to paint the beauty of it so mom brought him out with her. She told us he was just as loud as he was in the arena, laughing as she recalled it. Even though those paintings were beautiful there was another one that was my favorite. It was a simple painting with black and gold, it was the Mockingjay pin my mom wore in the Hunger Games. It was carefully crafted with a circle around the outside. In the middle is a mockingjay with the wings extended, the beak of the bird was just a bit longer than most birds. Inside of it was an arrow. Nothing special, just a painting. A gentle touch on the hand pulled me from my thoughts.

"Mary? Do you want me to help you upstairs?" I didn't recognize the voice at first and I also didn't realize that I had drifted off. My eyes blinked open and the room was dark. The shadows looked so different from the ones in the daylight. The glowing eyes in front of me could only be one person and I knew it was Cole.

"Did I fall asleep?"
"Yeah, your parents said to leave you here and let you sleep but, I couldn't sleep so I thought I would help you to your room." His voice was light and gentle, not at all like Gale's.
"Oh, I-I don't live here anymore"
"I know but, you do have an old room. right?" He laughed quietly.
I blushed again "I didn't know if you knew or not."
"Are you trying to impress me?" He said teasingly. "Cause if you are I-"
I immediately took defense like my mom does. " I am not! I-I-I" I truthfully ran out of things to say because honestly...I was trying to impress him, hes strong and good looking. I do feel ashamed I don't even know him and i judging him by his looks, I feel like an awful person now.

"Here." He grabbed my hand a pulled me up. "Let me help you upstairs, I know you're tired." I was sort of glad he helped me because I was so sleepy I don't think I could have even walked. I was set on doing it myself. I didn't want to get too close to him because he seems like someone who could really hurt you if you trusted him. After, a couple of failed attempts to walk without running into something he picked me up, uninvited, and unwanted. Truthfully I liked his arms holding me. I felt protected and safe like nothing could happen in this moment.

A loud alarm went off throughout the house when we got up the stairs. It was so loud Cole dropped me on the ground and jumped. "Damn it," he mumbled under his breath.
"OUCH!" My hands flew to my back that had been jerked back. I laid there for a moment "Oh thats ok I'm fine you just dropped me on the floor while I was half awake!"

"Sorry" He snorted. His hand extended for mine but I ignored it and pushed my self up.
"What is that awful noise anyway?"
"Has the Capitol news alarm been taken out?"
"I don't know." Just then mom, dad, Johannah, and Gale ran out of their rooms. "Why is the alarm going off dad?"
"Um, I don't know" With confusion in everyone's faces, we went back down stairs. Now that I was fully awake I could feel myself getting a headache from being dropped on the wooden floor. I rolled my eyes at myself because I knew I was being totally irrational. Honestly I probably would have dropped myself too if a loud ringing went off in the middle of the night. When we stepped into the living room the television flickered on. An old white haired man with puffy lips that I automatically knew was Snow. My parents had told Lance and I that Santa looked like him.
"Mr. and Mrs. Mellark" The video of Snow paused as if to give a moment for them to be shocked "It is I, President Snow. Since you are watching this My grandson, Cass Snow has been plotting a plan to avenge me..." I tuned it somewhat out to study everyone's faces. Mom and dad look white. Gale looked worried but not as bad as them, Johanna looked concerned but not worried or scared, and Cole looked bored. His face that was full of sarcasm and kindness turned into an emotionless man. "Cass is coming" He gave a harsh laugh and as the recording vanished he yelled "He will avenge me!" My mouth dropped open, we all knew he was dead but we didn't know he had grandchildren.
" Mary would you please call your brother and tell him to come here." There was pain in his eyes and I couldn't imagine how he felt, Snow now dead was still bring fear and worry about his loved ones.
I hesitated " Dad what's going on?"
"Mary Rue, now!" My mothers voice was harsh and mean. It scared me and I gave a small whimper and grabbed the phone. No answer. "Go get him!" My mothers hard and mean voice yelled
"Come on Cole" I mumbled grabbing my coat and slipping on my boots.
"Yes your highness," Cole saluted me.
"Don't start with me" Trying to keep my cool I walked out into the snow and walked past the emptied victor houses.
"Get Haymitch too" My mom yelled out the door. Briskly I walk past the lighted victor house that he stayed in. I planned on picking him up after we got Lance. When Cole and I knocked on Lance's door he didn't answer.
"He's probably sleeping." No duh, I thought, rolling my eyes. I turned the knob and of course it was open. Silently we crept through the dark house. "Is this even his house?" Cole said, acting as if I didn't know where my brother lives
"Dammit Cole shut up! Of course it's his house." I walked into his room which was torn apart. I don't come in this room much but it seemed too ordinary. All the blood drained from my face and I darted out the door and to Haymitch's house, leaving Cole there. There was no use in knocking so I walked in. The now aging drunk laid on the ground, knife in hand. 39 years out of the arena and he still sleeps with a knife. "HAYMITCH!" I screamed. He sat up so quick and threw the knife in my direction and I ducked it while he realized it was just me
"Shit, sorry kid," he cussed under his breath
" Whatever. Someone took Lance!" Just then I almost broke down in tears.
"What, does Katniss know? what's going on?"
"Just come with me." I pulled him off his puke covered floor and out the door.
"Slow down, sweetheart." I rolled my eyes for the third time that night. I hated that name so much I was his nickname for my mom but it somehow got put on me. Somewhere between the houses Cole caught up to us. All three of us burst through the door. "Lock the doors," Haymitch instructed. "Now someone tell me what happened."
"Wait, Mary where is Lance?" my mother asked. A growing fear inside me lurched forward, taking me off guard. Out of nowhere I broke out into tears.
"I don't know, his room was torn apart and I-I-I just don't know! I'm scared for him." I sobbed in one breath. Mom and Dad's face hardened. My dad broke away from my mom and grabbed his coat. He pulled it on and walked out the door without a word. Quickly, Gale followed. My knees got weak and wobbly I started to fall and before I hit the ground someone caught me. I blocked out all the noises. All I wanted was to go to bed and end this awful nightmare.

~HG~

I woke up around two a.m. in a cold sweat and a fear deep in my chest. When I fell back asleep the nightmare of Lance being taken away from out family resumed. I gave out an awful scream that would scare anyone to hear. Suddenly I saw Cole stick his head through the door of my old room. The room was still a soft pink from when I went through my princess phase. My large bed was on the far wall away from the door. To the left was a window almost the size of the wall, it overlooked District 12's mountainous wooded terrain outside of the fence that no longer kept people inside. I almost forgot he was there until he sat down on my bed.
"Gee, you're going to wake the entire district if you don't shut up." He whispered it so gently I couldn't help but laugh. His face got serious. Obviously curious he asked in a hushed voice, "Nightmare?"
"Yeah" I managed to choke out.
"What about?"
"Uh..." I trailed off but regained my words "Lance was being taken from us and I never saw him again, but I would receive letters and at the end a mysterious person would always make sure I knew he was 'alright'. Later I figured out that wasn't tr-" A lump in my throat gave out and I started to sob again. Cole's arm wrapped around my shoulder and soon I fell asleep in his protective arms.
I woke with a start when I saw Cole. I sprang to my feet and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door. "No no no what happened. Mary! You can't give into him. He's a sarcastic, pig headed guy. I just can't" Pulling from my thoughts a knock at the door "Hello?"
"Mary?"
"Yeah dad?"
"Will you come out here I have to talk to you" I slowly opened the door. Something about his tone made me nervous. "Mary, we couldn't find Lance..." He trailed off
"What!" I said in a shaky voice. It can be happening. No. He's fine he is probably at one of his friends' houses.
"The people at the Hob said they saw him being led into an ally, they thought they were his friends." I went into a daze trying to process what was happening. Thoughts racing through my mind as I tried to bring my self to the awful realization that no one knows where he is.

"Dad?" My voice was hollow and shaky "Is he going to be OK?"

"I don't know Mary" He stops suddenly and I can tell a knot has caught in his throat " I just don't know."