Okay, so I am super ADD when it comes to writing stories. I have trouble reading the boring parts, and even more writing them, so I just do what I can and sum up the boring parts and go back and do details later. Weird, I know. I can't wait for the 3rd book to come out, but just in case it's not how I want it to end, I'm making my own 3rd book.

So here it goes....

After Catching Fire, Katniss andGale and the rest that were on the hovercraft land in the super-advanced underground District 13. There, they meet their familes and Madge, who was helping overthrow the Katniss and Finnick recover from the Quarter Quell, they are sent by Plutarck and Haymitch to the Capitol to kill President Snow and rescue Peeta and Johanna. After they return , Peeta and Johanna are sent to Underground Floor 7 (the Hospital and Rehab center) to be treated, because the had undergone severe torture.

This is Peeta and Johanna's first night out of UF 7.

At night, nightmares of the arena still haunt me. Awful memories of Glimmer's body and Cato's slow, painful death mixed with more recent terrors of the Quarter Quell. Madge walking into the poisonous fog. Peeta's heart stopping after he hit the force field. Finnick paralyzed and twitching as we lowered him into the water at the beach.

I wake up in a cold sweat and try to pull myself together. As I lay in bed later that night, waiting for sleep, I hear the door open.

"Peeta?" I call into the darkness.

"How did you know it was me?" he asks.

"Well," I say, "for starts, you're loud"

"Oh." I knew he wasn't pleased with my answer.

"And," I continue," You're the only person I've had in my room at night except my mother and Prim, and their still with Gale's family in Underground Floor 7."

I feel him climb into my bed. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"Not even Gale?"

I roll over to look at him. What was he getting at?

"Not even Gale." I confirm. I turn over again and change the subject.

"I'm glad you're back," I admit, "The nightmares have been getting worse and I haven't slept in days." I pause. Should I tell him about Gale? About how we'd talk out in the hall late at night when I couldn't sleep. No. It would only make him angry.

"Me either." He responds," Torture has a funny way of keeping you awake."

Poor Peeta. I had never thought of that. I mean, I knew he was really sick from hitting the force field in the games, but I had never thought that he was being tortured for information. All I could think about was that I had to save him.

Next thing I know, someone is jarring me awake. My head hurts and my skin is hot and splotchy. Peeta has both his hands on my shoulders.

"Katniss, Katniss! It's alright, it's just a dream! Wake up."

He sits beside me and pushes aside the hair in my face. My feverish mind hears Peeta's voice, far far away.

"It's okay Katniss, it's alright, alright.."

The next morning I wake up to Peeta holding up a big breakfast tray with coffee from District 11 and a plate full of Peeta's lavishly decorated cookies.

I grin.

"Mmm, looks good!" I look around, " How long was I out?"

"Awhile." He puts the tray on the table to the bed.

"Thanks," I say," for everything."

He nods. "Hey, I made something for you."

Peeta pulls out a small painting. It is of us. At the hunger games. In our cave.

I hold the picture in my hands.

"Is this what you were working on while you were on Underground Floor 7?"

He looks away and blushes.

"It's beautiful." I reassure him. Then I lean in and kiss him. I guess I don't hear the door, because the next thing I know, Gale is standing in the doorway, leaning against it's frame.

I pull away.

"Gale!" I exclaim.

Peeta sighs. "You're back."

"Back?"

" I was here earlier, but Peeta said you were still sleeping." Gale says, glancing at Peeta, who is shirtless, exposing the scars he acquired at the capitol. I glance around, looking for where it went. Then I see that I'm the one wearing it.

Now it's my turn to blush. Gale had been here earlier. I can only imagine what Gale was thinking. Peeta had answered the door while I was sleeping. I had never told Gale about our sleeping arrangement.

He doesn't seem to affected by this much, though. "Well, now that you're up, Haymitch and Plutarch need to see you and me, and Peeta, Madge needs you to help her with the bread for the district refugees on Underground floor number four."

Peeta gets up and leaves quickly, taking his picture with him. Gale sits on a nearby chair why I shower and change. We both walk down to the main operations room.

Plutarch, Haymitch and Finnick are huddling over some computers in the far corner of the room. We both sit down in one of those white circular chairs and wait for them.

"So what are we down here for?" Gale asks.

Haymitch sighs and turns around. " The Capitol," he says," They're here."

"In District 13?" I say. The words roll out my mouth and I stand up invoulntarily. "The can't be here!" I clench my fist. " They won't be here."

Haymitch continues as if he has not heard me. "They have just enter Underground Floor 3 and are rapidly aproaching us here on Floor 11. We've evacuated most of the refugees from other districts to District 10 via underground railway, as 10 is the most stable district at this point and all other transportation is unavailable."

Peeta.

Gale reads my thoughts. "Madge and Peeta aren't on Underground Floor 7. They just didn't want us to worry, right?"

"Right." Plutarch says, finally ungluing his eyes from the computer screens. "Madge and Peeta have been taken to Underground Floor 26, and you will be joining them soon."

Two JaySoldiers appear at the doorway. I look confused

"Wait, what? I thought there were only 25 floors in District 13?"

Finnick smiles. "That's what shows up on the blueprints. That's what we want people to think. Their are 32. The last seven are Safe rooms and government intelligence offices for the New Panem."

The guards at the door are at my side in an instant. They guide me to the door. I look back. " Gale, are you coming?"

He stands next to Haymitch and Plutarch. " I'll stay and make sure everyone else gets evacuated to District 10."

My eyes plead with his and he sees the pain he is putting me through, not knowing if he will be alright.

"Don't act like your care. I'll be fine."

With that, the JaySoldiers lead me out to the East Elevator.

Peeta and I wait for hours in our safe room, which really doesn't look any different from our room on Underground Floor 11. Madge had brought his paint supplies for him, so for most of the day I watch him paint and nap intermittently. As it gets later and later, I begin to worry about Gale. I pace back and forth. I bite my nails. Madge arrives with no news of Finnick, Plutarch, Haymitch, or Gale. For a while, we worry together, then she returns to her room, leaving me and Peeta alone again.

I decide to take the chance to talk to him about this morning.

"What did you tell Gale this morning?" I ask.

He holds back a smile. " I don't know what your talking about."

"The way Gale acted this morning, when I woke up," I say, "Did you say anything to make him assume that we were...."

Peeta laughs and puts down his brush momentarily. " I didn't tell him were doing anything." He picks up his brush again and points it at me. ",but if he assumed we were, well, who am I to get between a man and his assumptions!"

I run over to him and shove him playfully. He ficks green paint on my nose. I get some yellow paint and flick some back at him. Pretty soon we are both spackled in paint. Peeta cleans up the mess while I shower, and then I go to Madge's room to check on her while he takes a shower. We both go to bed and attempt to sleep.

Just as sleep is just about to hit me, the hall door opens and the automatic lights turn on. We are blinded by the incandescent light. I groan.

"Peeta, turn off the light!"

"Katniss, it's not me."

"Katniss." A familiar voice says.

It's Gale.

We both sit up, still squinting, adjusting to the light. Gale has Haymitch hoisted up next to him. He looks badly wounded. I rub my eyes.

" Ww-what's going on? Gale are you okay? What happened to Haymitch?"

Gale struggles to support Haymitch's body.

" I got shot," Haymitch says weakly, "they grabbed us but we escaped. They are minutes, 3 at the most behind us. We have to stop them. Were taking this tunnel to the Manual Emergency room. From there we can stop the capitol troops and force them to retreat." Gale half-walks half-drags Haymitch to the opposite side of our room where, behind a box was indeed a secret tunnel.

"What can we do to help?" Peeta asks, now fully awake.

Haymitch turned to face Peeta. " Make sure they don't get into this room If they get in here they are sure to find the tunnel ." He looked at him dead in the eye. "Convince them that they don't want to be here. Convince them that they don't need to be here."

Gale glares at Haymitch. HAymitch and Gale duck into the tunnel and are gone in an instant. I look at Peeta, who looks really confused. " Wait, what?" he calls after them.

Then it clicks.

"Peeta, are you okay? What's wrong?"

"Do you trust me?" he says, ignoring my question.

Now it's my turn to be confused. "Wait, what?" I can just start to hear the capitol soliders marching up the hallway.

"Katniss, do you trust me?"

Goodness, Peeta, now your seriously freaking me out, what's up with you?"

He looks desperately at the open door as the marching and the yelling gets louder. "Katniss, ANSWER THE QUESTION!"

"Yeah, Peeta of course I trust you!"

He points to my pajama pants. "Take them off." He looks at the door anxiously again. "Hurry."

I feel my cheeks turning red. " Peeta, what is.."

"The shirt too." He adds. I am so out of it and confused and tired that I do as he says. He takes off his shirt and tells me to put it on.

They yelling and stomping get louder and louder. Peeta puts his hand on my cheek. " Katniss, do you trust me?"

"Peeta!!"

With that, he lunges towards me and starts kissing me. So I kiss him back. But he kisses me different. Like he did when we were in front of the cameras. Not passionately, just desperately. He clutches my shoulders and drags me so I am sitting on top of him. He holds me close and sprinkles tiny kisses on my neck.

The marching stops, and out of the corner of my eye I see the Capitol soldiers standing in the door. Peeta breaks his lips away from mine.

" Can I help you gentlemen?" He says, in a cocky way that suprises me.

They all talk at once in a dull roar. Then the shortest man speaks up. "We are looking for Plutarch Heavensbee, the traitor, and his accomplice, your tutor, you seen them?"

Peeta kisses me lighty on the neck again and tightens his arms around my waist. " Honestly Sir, we haven't . Now if you don't mind."

He leans in and kisses me again before they had time to respond. I focus on kissing him again, and we hear the door close and the marching continuing down the hallway. After a minute he moves me back off of him and we turn off the lights.

"Listen, Katniss, I just....Haymitch..."

"I got it." I say.

Okay, So I read through Hunger Games and Catching Fire again and tried my best to capture Suzanne Collins' "voice." If that makes any sense. PLEASE COMMENT AND REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!!!!