Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games or Clove to Cato or the Cornucopia or the boy standing guard or anything (that was pretty short this time, wasn't it?) But by the way, "anything" means anything in this story. Suzanne Collins cannot have my dog or my Harry Potter merchandise or my copies of the Hunger Games or anything I do own.

Anyway, here's that Clove/Cato story my sister's gonna hate me for. She didn't stay up last night, so she doesn't know about it yet (I'm gonna go tell her in a minute). That means she doesn't have the unfair advantage of reading this before you! (Not that you really care I'm guessing, but everybody gets to read it equally now).

Oh, and the T rating is just because the talk to killing might be intense or something. I don't really talk about it that much, but still. My sister says you can get in trouble by misrating things. She does lie a lot because I'm gullible, but I figure I'm best listening to her anyway.

Here it is!

Clove's eyes flickered open, taking in the blackness of the night. It wasn't morning. She guessed it was still really late.

She glanced up at the faint light the boy from District 5 was holding on guard. She couldn't remember his name, but his traps were good. They ensured the Cornucopia was safe.

She wondered if anything had happened, but not so much to get up and ask the boy. She doubted that he knew, anyway.

She snuggled in closer to Cato, who's arm was tight around her, and shut her eyes, laying against his shoulder.

"Clove?" Cato turned his head slightly and whispered to her. "You awake?"

"Yeah," she whispered back. "What time is it?"

"I don't know, probably like 2. Early."

She smiled. "I figured, it's only this dark and cold at this time of night. Or morning."

Cato pulled her closer. "It's a little cold," he said.

Clove glanced up at the clear sky. "I'm not cold," she said. "I'm fine."

Cato laughed, though quietly. "I thought you were."

She laughed easily, too. This was easily her favorite part of the day, so quiet. Almost no noises of killings, though Cato and her had made night ventures.

"It's kind of a nice night," Cato said. "That Katniss girl is probably freezing in a tree somewhere."

Clove grinned. "I bet so. We'll get her soon. We'll win.

Cato grinned, too. It didn't matter how they would win together, so long as they would. He squeezed her shoulder. "Goodnight, Clove."

"Goodnight, Cato," she whispered. And, laying her head against his shoulder, she fell asleep.

Did you like it? I know there was no real adventure at all, but it's hard to write adventure, especially on the "Notes" application on an iPhone, because you're hands get tired quickly. Plus, I never know where to go with it. I have one Doctor Who adventure story, but that's pretty much the only one. However, It's Our Picture, my Charlene/Finn story, is fairly long, and does have some Amanda-bashing as well as romance.

I think I'll go tell my sister now and watch her get mad :(

Linley :)