This is my first ever fanfiction and it is probably terrible but thought I would give it a go. It's a fanfiction for The Hunger Games and it is post Mockingjay. (I do not own The Hunger Games, all rights belong to the lovely Suzanne Collins.)

Just as Katniss and Peeta are starting to get their life back, Haymitch has some news for them, Games based news.

Katniss' POV

Being back in Peeta's strong and protective embrace helps my confidence grow. Peeta's too, he struggles with the flashbacks every now and then and I often feel victimised by him when they occur but I know that whatever the Capitol did to Peeta was a way to manipulate me and break me. With some success I must admit. It took me this long to realise just how much I can't survive without him. He is the other half of me. He feels what I feel and he thinks like I think. Two rounds of Games managed somehow to connected our minds. Weird I know, but that's just my opinion and my theory of it all. I try not to think about the Games and what has happened to me but pretty much everything reminds me and brings horrific memories back into the front of my mind. For example, I was out hunting yesterday in the late afternoon when I came across a deer, I thought I had struck gold until I looked in its eye and it was Rue's eye. The same deep brown, calming and gentle eyes that were shaped so perfectly for Rue's little and almost babylike face. I dropped my bow and collapsed on the floor in a heap trying to erase the image. I had failed to protect Rue, just like I had failed to protect Prim. Now look what has happened due to my failure.

The book Peeta and I have been working on does help as I feel like I can say my last respects to the people who died. I am not one for owing people.

The mutts are chasing me. My eyes widen at the sight of the eyes of the tributes in the first games as they start to repeat my name over and over again in President Snow's voice, their breath smells like roses. I hate roses...

I scream and jolt upright, waking Peeta during the process. "Another bad dream?" he says in his croaky morning voice and rubbing his eye with his fist. "Yeah." I mutter as he holds out his arms and I sink into his chest. He smells a lot nicer than roses, I think to myself. He smells of fresh out of the oven bread. Working in a bakery all day I wouldn't expect him to smell like anything else. The thought of bread makes my stomach growl loudly, making Peeta laugh as he kisses to top of my head and strokes my hair. "In need of some food?" asks Peeta, clearly mocking me.

"Yes, but I'm comfortable and it's too early for breakfast. Hmph" I look over at the clock above the door frame. 4:23. Too early for breakfast. "Katniss Everdeen's first world problems." exclaims Peeta, once again, mocking me and but this time making me giggle. "Shall we go get breakfast?"

"Yes please!" I reply a little more excitedly than I probably should have.

We roll out of our pit (otherwise known as bed) and stumble down the stairs sleepily hand in hand.

We walk into the kitchen to find Haymitch in a chair facing the fire which has since died down, liquor bottle in his left hand and a butter knife in the other. "How did he get in here?" I say as I fill a bucket with ice cold water ready to wake him up.

"The window was open." Peeta examines the potted primrose plant that has fallen over. I tip the bucket over Haymitch and back away avoiding the swings of his knife. He jolts upright and as per usual, swings his knife around in all directions. "Whoever woke me? I swear I will cut you into tiny- oh morning Katniss." I role my eyes and manage to leak a small smile. "I have to talk to you two about something."

"We're listening." Peeta pulls up two stools for us to sit on, facing Haymitch.

"The Games are returning." My heart drops and I glance over at Peeta and his eyes have darkened and he has a tight grip on the edge of his stool, the veins in his hands and arms proceeding upwards. Flashback.

End of chapter one.

Sorry if it's terrible but we all have to start somewhere right? :)

Any feedback is welcome. See you in Chapter 2.