Hello! This is a one-shot, Katniss and Peeta.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games or Rue's Lullaby.

I wake up to the sound of someone singing. I don't know who, but it sounds familiar.

I put on a robe and slippers, then I walk out the door.

I see Katniss standing in the moonlight. The moonlight makes her hair shine like diamonds.

I start to walk over to her. But she switches her song.

Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise

Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away

Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you

Here is the place where I love you

I hear sobbing. I walk over to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. She jumps, startled. "Don't worry, Katniss. It's only me," I say. She accepts my kiss, and we stand there for a while. The mockingjays sing a four-note tune, the same one that Rue used. Katniss turns around. I do too.

We see a little girl, decked in the Games outfit that we used for the 74th Games (in which Katniss volunteered for Prim), making a crown of flowers sitting up on a tree. She puts the wreath of flowers on her head and continues singing and talking to the mockingjays. She sings songs we haven't heard before, and she keeps smiling. She turns to us. She gives us a toothy grin and disappears.

Katniss starts to cry again, so I pull her into our room and I comfort her until she goes to sleep.

Only when I wake up, I see a book by our feet. I flip through it, and I see the lyrics of the songs the little girl in the tree was singing. I wake Katniss, but I don't show her the book.

Only many years from then I realize it was Rue that visited us and she left a token of her visit.

Her songbook and her four-note tune.

Yeah, I know it's sappy. I'm not good at writing angst or whatever it is.

R&R please!