AN: This is the main story that i will be working on, it will be my first non-one shot. I have had this story on my computer for ages, but I just made my account so now I will post it! I have only written the first few chapters, and updates will be frequent, because it school holidays! Anyway enjoy! I would love it if you could review, and i may post chapter two later tonight but it depends.
Summary: The Capitol is finished, the war is won. 5 years later Katniss lives with Peeta and her son. The games are over...but the losses are not forgotten... this is the story of a major event in Katniss's life after the war.
The Capitol
The beeping of the heart monitor is the only sound that echoes through the shiny white room. A small girl lies on the bed in the middle of the room, several thin wires are attached to her arms and chest. Her chest rises and falls in small slow motions. She is not moving. Her olive skin looks darker in the light of the setting sun, brown thick curly hair frames her face just touching her shoulders.
District 12
The squealing of her five year old son can be heard as the sun rises against the pink and orange sky.
His small feet patter across the white tiled floor of the hallway growing closer and closer to her bedroom. The door is flung open, then the soft tread of her sons feet on carpet can be heard. Then silence. Suddenly the weight of her son is upon her legs moving closer to her
"Raaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh"
"FINLEY!" I cry awoken from my restless sleep
"Daddy is still sleeping"
Finley looks over at his father who lies stretched out on the other side of the bed, snoring quietly.
After getting out of bed and putting on my dressing gown I hold out my hand to little Finley.
"Breakfast?"
"Yes!" He squeals jumping up and down.
"Shhhh"
He runs out of the room in front of me disappearing down the hall, I follow shutting the door on my sleeping husband.
I enter the bright kitchen. Finley is sitting on the stool his hands folded on the white marble table in front of him looking at her expectantly.
"Toast or cereal?" I ask him
"Toast!" Finley replies bouncing on his chair in excitement
I move towards the large breadbox that is fully stocked thanks to Peeta.
I pull out a white grainy bread hurriedly slice it I place it into the large, shiny, silver toaster.
I wait for the toast to cook, Finley jumps off his chair and hugs me from behind, when he speaks to me he makes it clear that he wants something:
"Mummy, can I please have some orange juice?"
I look down at Finley, an adorable pleading look plastered on his face,
"Fine, but don't tell daddy, and brush your teeth extra hard before you go to kindergarten."
"Yay!" He squeals again and rushes over to the fridge that stands in the far corner of the room.
He runs back to me with a small, nearly empty carton of orange juice, I reach above my head for a brightly coloured plastic cup.
The toast pops scaring me and I rush over to the toaster and grab a clean plate from the sink as I pass.
Finley is sitting down happily eating his thickly buttered toast and I am preparing my breakfast, when Peeta enters the kitchen.
"Morning" he says, stifling a yawn.
"Morning love, how did you sleep?" I ask glancing at my husband lovingly.
"Fine untill I was woken up by a certain SOMEONE" he says, playfully glaring at Finley, who giggles with a mouthful of toast.
After a long comfortable silence, I finish my muesli and stand up.
"I need to go to Haymitch and Effies to get that Capitol medicine I need, so you will need to take Fin to kinder..."
I say while putting on my coat.
I kiss Finley on top of the head
"Have a good day, I will see you tonight for dinner"
I kiss Peeta on the cheek;
"See you this afternoon, love you"
"Love you too" Peeta replies smiling down at me.
I trudge down the steps into the white fluffy snow that covers the ground in the victors village. I walk briskly the short distance between mine and Haymitch's house.
I enter the quiet house and hears voices from the kitchen. As I walk closer I make out Effie's shrill voice:
"What if they won't help!"
"It's a chance we have to take...this is a necessary step that needs to be taken, for the games to truly be put behind us, it should of happened straight away-"
A rough voice that I don't recognise is interrupted by Haymitch's impatient tone.
"What about their families, they will have aged, they may not recognise their children"
"Another chance we have to tak-"
"Who will tell Katniss?" Effie asks sounding scared.
"Tell me what?" I ask coldly, stepping into the kitchen.
Haymitch sits at the large round wooden table with two officers in grey uniforms
The first thought that registers in my mind is that they were sent by president Paylor.
Effie stands looking worried on Haymitch's left, holding his hand.
After my sudden appearance the officers rise, Mrs Mellark, I glare at them.
"Well then, we will be off..."says the shorter officer awkwardly. "Haymitch, tell her."
With that they exit the room quickly.
"Take a seat, sweetheart. " says Haymitch.
I reluctantly sit at the table, Effie takes the vacated seat next to Haymitch.
"Now those officers, as you have probably guessed, were sent by the president of Panem. " says Haymitch grimly.
I nod curtly.
Effie bites her lip, and Haymitch continues
"The president and many others believe,' he hesitates, glances at Effie and then continues '...that the only way to completely put the games behind us...is to bring back the fallen tributes from the most recent games. Obviously, there have been many different views expressed by various individuals. The project is in early stages; Beetee has been working with the best scientists in the country to develop a very advanced piece of technology to bring tributes back to life. But to get this task done they need help from the victors-"
"But how can we help, we're not scientists, why us?" I interrupt
'Because victors are the only people that understand what it is like to survive the games, we have been in
The arena, so we know what problems come in the aftermath of the games. Scientists can being people back to life teachers can educate them, but we are the only ones that know how to cope after surviving the games. "
The room is silent. A million questions are running through my head, the positives and negatives of this situation.
I glance at Haymitch whose eyes are trained on the bottle of whisky on the table, Effie is looking at the floor.
'Who will they bring back?" I ask quietly.
Haymitch sighs, "We don't know."
I nod, "Anything else important that I need to know?"
Haymitch opens his mouth but Effie speaks for the first time "The full plan, with details of which tributes will be revived, will be released two weeks from now. There will be a public ceremony in each district and the Capitol. To announce this plan"
An awkward silence follows, because we all know that people will either love or hate this idea that it is very risky to be announcing something to do with the games so long after the rebellion. That it will reignite the pain and anger caused by the death of each and every tribute. And the anger that will ensue when certain tributes are revived, while others are not.
I glance at Effie, and remember why I came here in the first place.
"Um, you said you have that Capitol medicine ready for me, Effie" I say quietly.
Haymitch looked up, interested and amused
"What are you pregnant?!" He barked, laughing at his own pathetic joke.
I glare at him "How is that funny? And why would I need medicine if I was pregnant, a bug bit me yesterday and the bite is getting infected, I asked Effie to get some antiseptic for me. " I finish, still glaring at him.
Effie reaches across the table and grabs a white paper bag with the Capitol seal on it. She hands it to me and smiles "Ignore him he is half drunk and stressed." She says.
"Thanks, Effie" I say, and to walk towards the door "bye!" I call, "Bye" Effie's cheerful voice follows me down the short wide corridor. Haymitch just grunts from behind me.