A/N Hey fanfictioners!

Redwaves9 here. I got this idea for a story, though it is not very original. So, everyone knows that the last chapter of Mockingjay was messed up. I think Suzanne Collins was trying to leave open a gap for a purpose: so that her readers could piece together what happened. This story is about Katniss and Peeta healing. It will be fluffier later :) This is NOT a songfic, but PLEASE listen to the song Fix You by Coldplay. It fits the whole Katniss/Peeta thing and is what this is based on ;)

Dedicated to my guy friend, let's call him Zoobut. He hates long Author's Notes and sappy stuff, therefore he will hate this :)

I don't own anything- Suzanne Collins does :)

Fix You

Katniss hugged her knees to her chest. She watched raindrops fall from the sky like silent teardrops, though she couldn't cry along. She was out of tears. She had cried so much, the rain would have to cry for her. Puddles formed in the cinders of what used to be District 12, swirling black with mud and ash. The collapsed buildings were no more than endless rubble. Piles of burnt wood and broken glass were distributed sparingly throughout the district. Katniss buried her head in her knees, unable to keep watching the despair of her home.

She slumped off the window sill grudgingly and lay down on the old, brown leather sofa. She sunk into it, exhausted from doing nothing. How could one be exhausted while doing nothing? Maybe she still hadn't fully caught up on her sleep yet. Actually, she knew she hadn't. It was apparently about two in the afternoon, and she had been having yet another unproductive day. Greasy Sae had fed her a bit of bread earlier, but she hadn't eaten much more that morning. She also hadn't looked in the mirror since the war had ended, though she was sure that was the right thing to do: let her physical condition just get worse.

The door creaked open, though Katniss didn't move. Greasy Sae walked in with a disapproving look etched on her face.

"Katniss," she scowled, "Are you really on that couch again?"

Katniss didn't look up, just stuffed her face into one of the cushions. She heard Sae walk towards the kitchen.

"Katniss! I have lunch," Sae called. Katniss sat up reluctantly. She stumbled into the kitchen and slumped onto an oakwood chair. Sae set down steaming vegetable stew. Katniss slurped the stew carefully.

"You know," Sae said quietly, "I sure miss putting rabbit in my stew."

Katniss shook her head, "I can't go out there. Too much."

Sae nodded sadly, "I understand, dear. But sooner or later, you're gonna wanna get back into it."

Katniss slowly stirred the soggy carrots in her stew, refusing to reply.

"Have you talked to the boy?" Sae questioned, though the both knew the answer.

"No," Katniss replied emptily, "I haven't talked to either of them. 'Course Gale's at his fancy job in 2."

Sae frowned, "Really? No longer the little boy bringing me squirrels."

Katniss shrugged, "Certainly not."

Sae dried her hands on a dish towel and smoothed down her apron. She forced a crinkled smile to lighten the heavy mood, though it didn't help.

"Why don't you talk to him? The baker boy, I mean," Sae questioned gently.

"Because the last time I saw him he nearly strangled me!" Katniss almost shouted.

"He's doing better, you know," Sae said defensively.

"Once he sees me it will only make him worse. I've done enough to him already," Katniss muttered sadly.

Greasy Sae let out a heavy sigh. She gathered her worn, woolen coat and slid it on.

With one pitiful look at Katniss, she murmured, "Take care of yourself."

Once Sae had left, Katniss gazed at the window, watching her scurry through the pouring rain with her bundle of bags. Then Katniss walked through the empty halls and onto the couch, her new sanctuary. She recounted her conversation with Sae. She wondered what would be more painful: seeing Peeta again or going hunting. Really, they both were horrible- Peeta, or a painful reminder of Gale.

She didn't want to think of Gale. Gale didn't save Prim. Prim was gone. Prim was dead. Prim would never be there again. She would never hear her laugh. Katniss tried to shake her own thoughts off, but grief for her innocent sister enveloped her. She didn't start to sob like usual- a few tear drops slid down her face softly. The more she thought about it the more salty tears she tasted in her mouth. More tears streamed down her face, until her body racked with sobs.

Then, the doorbell rang. She dried her eyes. Her hands trembled as she turned the brass handle, and there, in the rain, two loaves of bread in his hand, stood Peeta Mellark.

A/N Gee, that was depressing to write. Anyways, PLEASE review, favorite, and alert! Constructive criticism is appreciated.