One shot,Peeta's POV. Not sure how many chapters,yet so bear with me.

"Katniss! Katniss,wake up!"

I heard Katniss whimpering in her sleep,while I couldn't sleep. After that nasty hijack attack this morning,how could I? I know it sounds ridicules, but we're both still petrified of the nightmares...the flashbacks. When I finally shook Katniss awake,she fell straight into my arms crying.

"Peeta...Peeta..." She whispered through her tears.

"It's ok,it's ok,Kat...it's over now. I've got you." I whispered back.

When she calmed down,she pulled back and took my hands.

"No...no it's not,Peeta. It's not ok..."

"What do you mean? It's over now."

"No,it's not. It...never leaves."

"What are you talking about?"

"It's...it's Prim. I keep hearing her...all the time,not just at night."

I'm still not sure what she means. Does she mean that Prim's ghost or something? It doesn't make much sense.

"Normally,I'm fine...but she said...something about Orion. Something's wrong with him."

"Did she say what?"

I have to play along I guess,even though I still don't fully understand.

"No...the last thing I remember before you woke me up was something about my mom..."

"That we should take him to your mom?"

She nodded.

"I'll call Gale in the morning,if you want me to. If you're really worried about him." I told her.

"Please?"

"Sure." I kissed her cheek. "Lets go downstairs and try and find something on TV,don't think either of us is getting any sleep tonight anymore."

I walked over to Katniss' side of the bad and wrapped my arm around her,and we walked down the stairs and over to the couch.

"I'll be right back,ok?"

She just nodded and curled up next to the arm of the couch. I hate seeing her so upset,even when I know there's nothing I can do about it,it still hurts. When I'm in the kitchen making tea,and warming up a few cheese buns in the oven,I finally understand. Katniss and Prim were always so close,looking out for each other. Even though Prim's dead,does it mean that she still isn't looking out for Katniss? It sounds crazy-but is it really out of the realm of possibility?

When I walked back out,Katniss hadn't moved an inch. I put the try down on the table beside her and smoothed her hair with my hand. I leaned in and kissed her again. She kissed me back,but not like she usually does. When she pulled back,she just started fiddling with a flay away hair. I tucked it back behind her ear and sat down,taking her hand in mine. Just sitting there,for the rest of the night.