Alright, sorry that this is late, but I had, like, 2 days to work on it. I also had really bad writer's block and couldn't think of anything for the plot. DX Seriously, does anyone have any tips for getting over that?

Well, just in time for Thanksgiving in Canada, here's my newest fanfic! Takes place during Mockingjay in District 13, Galeniss pairing.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story except for the plot.

I wake with a start. Sunlight is streaming through a small window into the room I share with my mother and sister. But that's not what woke me. Prim is standing over me with Buttercup in her arms. At first I think something's wrong, but I relax as I see the smile on her face. "Happy Thanksgiving, Katniss!" she says. I prop myself up on one elbow. "Happy Thanksgiving to you, too. Does President Coin have anything special planned for today?" I ask. Prim shrugs and moves out of the way as I place my arm in the machine on the wall. I read my schedule:

7:00 – Breakfast. 7:30 – Kitchen Duties. 8:30 – Education Center, Room 17.

I skip the rest until I get to 15:00 – Hunting.

I'm so glad President Coin allows Gale and I to go hunting in the woods for a few hours now. I was on the verge of insanity, being cooped up underground. I don't care how long I'm above ground, as long as I am.

The day is uneventful until 8:30, when I'm walking to Room 17. A young man that I suspect is one of the guards stops me and says I'm to report to Beetee in Chamber 12. Uh oh. That's where Peeta's being kept. I hesitate, and then nod assent. He escorts me to a large lab filled with scientists. Beetee is sitting in his wheelchair and staring out the one-way glass into the room below. I stand beside him and brace myself for the worst. "Katniss, Peeta's not getting any better. We've tried multiple formulas, therapies, and interrogations. Nothing's worked." He says, not looking at me. "We're afraid the condition is permanent. He'll always be a threat around you. President Coin says we can't have our mockingjay endangered. So, the scientists have agreed…" But I cut him off. "No. Beetee, I worked so hard to keep him safe in both arenas. I don't want that to go to waste." "It'll be very painless and subtle. It's the only way, Katniss." "No, there has to be another way! I don't care what, as long as he'll be okay!" And before anyone can stop me, I dash out of the room.

I don't really see where I'm going until I realize I'm outside, in the woods. I've probably set off some sort of alarm, but I need time and space to think. I travel deeper into the trees, seething inside. How could they even think that? I told President Coin not to let him die… She has more power over people than you, Katniss. A voice nags me. What are you, a scrawny 17 year old, against her, the leader of a District? I slump against an oak, feeling as insignificant as ever. "Hey, Catnip, what's wrong?" I jump and spin around. Gale is leaning against the tree, looking a little concerned. "Oh. Well, its Peeta, they're going to…" I can't finish the sentence, but he seems to understand. "Yeah. Some Thanksgiving, huh?" I start. I haven't even remembered what day it was. That just brings more thoughts and worries roaring to the surface. "Oh, Gale, what do we even have to be thankful for? District 12 is gone, the Capitol's containing the uprisings, Peeta's getting worse, and I'm just hurting everyone around me—" Gale stops me by pulling me close and kissing me. I'm taken by surprise, but eventually I kiss him back. We stay like this for what seems like eternity, but what can only be a few minutes. Finally, we break apart. Gale smiles at me. "Maybe you should be thankful for things that are a little closer to you."

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