I'm back my fellow readers! Sorry for the delay on my Kingdom Hearts, it's difficult to write right now...here's a filler!

So this takes place after the first book, taking the place of the second. The words in italics at the beginning are Suzanne Collins' actual words, so don't sue me because I do not own.

I have nothing else to add...enjoy!

Chapter 1

After a couple of hours, I reach an old house near the edge of the lake. Maybe "house" is too big a word for it. It's only one room, about twelve square feet. My father thought that a long time afo there were a lot of buildings - you can still see some of the foundations - and people came to them to play and fish in the lake. This house outlasted the others because it's made of concrete. Floor, roof, ceiling. Only one of the four glass windows remains, wavy and yellowed by time. There's no plumbing and no electricity, but the fireplace still works and there's a woodpile in the corner that my father and I collected years ago. I start a small fire, counting on the mist to obscure any telltale smoke. While the fire catches, I sweep out the snow that has accumulated under the empty windows, using a twig broom my father made me when I was about eight and I played house here. Then I sit on the tiny concrete hearth, thawing out by the fire and waiting for Gale.

It's a surprisingly short time before he appears. A bow slung over his shoulder, a dead wild turkey he must have encountered along the way hanging from his belt. He stands in the doorway as if considering whether or not to enter. He holds the unopened leather bag of food, the flask, Cinna's gloves. Gifts he will not accept because of his anger at me. I know exactly how he feels. Didn't I do the same thing to my mother?

I look in his eyes. His temper can't quite mask the hurt, the sense of betrayal he feels at my engagement to Peeta. This will be my last chance, this meeting today, to tell him the truth. I could take hours trying to explain, and even then have him refuse me. Instead I go straight to the heart of my defense.

"I'm pregnant."

Gale raised his eyebrows,and I saw a myriad of emotions flash by in that following moment. Anger and betrayal, fear and astonishment, and for a brief second, disbelief. He didn't speak. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and hurt before I continued.

"Peeta and I...it wasn't just an act. I mean, it was at first, but after I started having those nightmares every night...he was the only one who could keep them away from me. I need him, I love him. We just...we weren't thinking and now..." I couldn't finish. I started sobbing, and surprisingly Gale wrapped me in his strong, warm arms.

"Katniss..." was all he said.

"I didn't want this." I managed to choke out, and he gave me a slight squeeze and I knew he knew what I was referencing. The day of the Reaping, I told him how I didn't want to have kids, and now that I was a victor, my future child was sure to face the same fate as both of his or her parents.

"I know," he said as he stroked my hair. I could tell by his comforting demeanor that he wasn't expecting this to happen when he came here today. Maybe he knew because I hardly cried that this was serious, or maybe he knew the deep shit I had gotten myself into. I stole a look at him through my tearstained eyes, and I saw the hurt and concern etched across his already aging face. He kissed my forehead, and I couldn't control myself. I broke out into a new round of hysterics, and tried to get a grip on myself.

"I haven't told Peeta yet." I said between sobs.

"What?" Gale pulled away from me, and forced me to look him in the face. "Why haven't you?"

"I'm afraid of what he would think," I hung my head in shame.

"Katniss, it takes two to make a child." he said sternly.

"I know. It's not like I'm blaming it all on myself...I just...I'm afraid of what the Capitol will do to us."

He sighed and nodded. "Keeping it from him isn't going to make things any better. You need to tell him. And as for the Capitol, they wanted you to prove your love to him, right? Isn't this proof enough?"

"Well, that's the thing. President Snow is still convinced that I don't love him. Will he think that we planned this to make it look like we were in love?"

"I don't know." he sighed in defeat. "We should head back though. You need to tell him before he finds out for himself. That will only make things worse."

He walks me back to the fence, with an arm around my shoulder for both moral and physical support. Now that I had gotten this burden off my chest, I only wanted to puke.

We arrived at the fence and went our separate ways. I walked slower than I should have in such cold weather, but I had to mentally prepare myself for another battle.

Chapter 2 is coming very soon, I meant to post it today but I forgot to finish the end of the scene. D:

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