This story is between the last chapter of mockingjay and the epilogue, it's about how Peeta and Katniss grew back together, and it's detailed. I hope it'd be enjoyable for peeta and Katniss shippers and I really really hope that you'd give me reviews and tell me if I should go on with the story, I'm waiting for your opinions, and this's my very first attempt at fan fiction so I hope you'd take it easy on me, of course I don't own the books or any thing related to them!
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In my dream I'm standing in the forest when a song breaks through the trees, I slowly follow its source to find rue standing in a meadow, her back is to me, but I can still recognize her small figure and her lovely voice, I begin to cross the meadow trying to reach her when a spear flies out of nowhere and sinks its tip in her back, and Rue's scream fills the meadow which starts to turn into the square outside of snow's mansion but I don't take notice of that because I'm racing towards rue and when I flip her body to face me, it's not rue with the spear piercing her heart…it's prim.
I wake up screaming, my legs thrashing the sheets around me, my hands clawing at whoever is trying to restrain me, it takes a few seconds before my mind registers the familiarity of the strong pair of arms encircling me, the gentle voice telling me it's a nightmare, and then I slump into him, burying my face into his chest and weeping my eyes out. Peeta holds me tight, rocking us both back and forth, murmuring soothing words, but my mind is still reeling from the all-too-real nightmare, from the memory of my sister burning to death, and the images only make me cry harder, eventually I cry myself to sleep in Peeta's arms, who doesn't leave my side for a second.
The next morning I'm awaken by a gentle shake of my shoulder, I look up and peeta is looking down at me with a soft smile "breakfast time" he murmurs and then he pulls me out of bed and guides me to the bathroom where I splash cold water all over my face and try reducing the swallowing in my bloodshot eyes with no success, once I'm dressed in trousers and a T-shirt I go downstairs to find Haymitch propped on a chair against the table, once I enter the room he shoots me an accusing look "baker boy dragged me all the way here saying you need moral support" says Haymitch, and I suppress the urge to tell him that he's the last person on earth I'd ask for when needing moral support, instead I give him a sweet smile –which I know would irritate him- and say "well, a mentor's job never comes to an end" .
Now we're all having our breakfast which consists of cheese puns and orange juice, except for Haymitch who has somehow slipped a bottle of whit liquor despite of Peeta's watchful eye. We're all chewing in silence when peeta takes a deep breath and looks at me "so are you going hunting again today?" he asks in a tone that's somewhat guarded and I simply answer with a "yes" nodding for him to go on, because obviously he wouldn't be so hesitant if it was an innocent question, "well, I was thinking, maybe….I could go hunting with you?" the last part came out a question and now I could tell what it's that has gotten peeta so nervous; of course he knew that hunting was my thing with gale, that ever since Gale and I became nothing but strangers I all but stopped speaking of hunting, thou I'd go hunting everyday. I locked my eyes with peeta's and I saw the slight trace of guilt there, he must know what it is he's asking for : an invitation to replace my old hunting partner.
Still staring into peeta's pretty blue eyes, I start recalling the past few days, how peeta seemed to always fight the flashbacks and win against them, how he offered to hold me all night long just to chase away the nightmares while knowing that we are still nothing but friends, or at least that's what we call ourselves, except for the fact that friends don't fall asleep in each other's arms, they don't bake you breakfast everyday and sweet talk you into having it while they stare at you the whole time, they also don't carry you to your bed every night murmuring that they'd still be holding you when you wake up! All that flashes through my mind in seconds, and I start wondering how'd it be like to have peeta for a hunting partner, how would it affect our future relationship and if it may provoke any memories of the arena in peeta's mind, and as if he can read my thought Peeta adds "you know, it may help with the flashbacks, what's with the 1st hunger games and all" and the shyness in his voice adds to my resolve, I sigh and sneak a look at Haymitch to find him suppressing a smile, then I turn to Peeta "guess you may need some hunting gear before we get going" I say and Peeta all but jumps out of his chair, plants a feather light kiss on my cheek and runs to his house.
When I touch my cheek where peeta kissed me , I could feel the tingle spreading to my fingers and my face heating up, I look at Haymitch and find him grinning like a fox, so I jump out of my own chair and race upstairs.
Well, hunting with Peeta, that should be interesting !
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