Disclaimer: I completely wish I owned the Hunger Games but I don't :( R&R

This starts as if Post mockingjay- no rebellion although there was a small one killing some but the Capitol remains, and so do the games.

The Reaping.

A day were two kids between the ages of twelve and eighteen are picked at random and thrown into a fight for survival, and only one of the twenty-four kids return back home. I turned to look at my husband; we were unlike any two other kids in the games before. The Hunger Games brought us love and each other. Let me explain further. I too was once part of the hunger games and I went through that pain of training myself that I would never return home to my family. My mother who was still weak for the loss of my father… who had died many years before the day of Peeta's and mine reaping.

My name wasn't exactly picked from that big glass jar filled with thousands of pieces of paper with kids' names on it. My sister Primrose or Prim for short was picked; she was only twelve at the time and was the exact opposite of me. See I went out and hunted, and I killed animals bribing them at the hob to trade and sell secretly; and Prim, she couldn't hurt a fly. I stepped up, volunteering as tribute. The first tribute that District 12 had seen in a long time, or if ever as a matter of fact. I had walked up to the stage looking calm for the cameras but freaking out inside. Prim's name had only in there once how could she be picked? I went to stand next to Effie; her pink wig messed up noticeably. She reached into the boys bowl and picked the first paper that touches her fingers. "Peeta Mellark" I remember telling myself that this couldn't be happening, not him… anyone but him.

"May the odds be ever in your favor, " she said and with that we were being brought off stage by peacekeepers. Peeta and me were so different, he was caring and gentle (from years of being a bakers son) and me being rough from the years of hunting. I looked at him that day and thought about when I first met him, he gave me the bread, the bread that if I didn't have me and Prim and my mother wouldn't be here.

"Katniss… Earth to Katniss!" I looked up and Peeta smiling at me griping my hand a little harder then normal. We were of course on stage preparing to hear the names of the two new players of the 'Capitols' games. I couldn't be more scared. I looked down to the crown and immediately found Clover and Ethan, Peeta and my daughter and son. I returned to my flashback. Were part of the last four, Peeta and I, we were forced into pretending to be in love with each other, except that Peeta had been in love with me since as long as he can remember. It took me until the end of our second time in the arena to realize how I felt about him.

Yes, Peeta and I pissed off the capitol by giving them an ultimatum for once. Either there would be two victors, or none and all. That's how Peeta and I are here, and that's how we ended up in the 75th annual Hunger Games better known as the Quarter Quell. We figured that neither would get out alive and that we should just make amends, and be friends and be there for each other. As soon as I heard him agree, I accused him of loving another and the jealousy in my ran out; that's how I told Peeta I loved him. Somehow half way through the rebels came and saved Peeta and me. Which caused mass destruction of every district, including the very real district 13. The rebels had failed though, at what they had planned to do. And the capitol regained its strength and we continue on with the games… Effie started to stand, which cued Peeta and I to step forward. The victors are to mentor the new competitors and show them the ropes.

I grabbed Peeta's hand as "star-crossed lovers" came to mind, my love for Peeta and our two children. By the time I zoned into the things Effie was saying her normal "May the odds be ever in your favor" and "ladies first" she reached in digging deep and then deeper and quickly pulled a name out and opened the little paper and gasped. "Our female competitor is…

Clover Mellark."

My world stopped. She looked at me and gave a look of sorrow and my daughter walked up the stage to stand next to Effie. She reached into the boys bowl and grabbed the first name on top, sort of like what she did with Peeta's name.

Our male competitor is…Ethan Mellark…"

I looked at Effie then at Peeta; running into his arms digging my head into his chest and started to cry. "Why are the odds never in our favors Peeta?" I whispered to him.

"I don't know Katniss, I just don't know." I stopped crying and faced the crowd again, to see they have their three middle most fingers sticking out and their thumbs and pinkies combined saying goodbye to a loved one this means, this is the sign they did when I offered myself as tribute for Prim. They were saying goodbye to them, because usually in the Capitol don't repeat, and Peeta and I can't get that lucky twice in a row.

That's when Haymitch, walks on stage, obviously drunk. I looked at Peeta, then to Effie then to Peeta again. "Shit." We all mumbled at once.