What if?

Chapter 2

•Haymitch•

A loud crash woke me. I walked downstairs to find Katniss cursing at fallen pans. I looked at the corner table to find the source of the earlier known smell, eggs and toast were placed on two plates. I smirked.

"Well, if I'd known you'd do this, I would let you sleep here more often sweetheart."

•Katniss•

I spun around to find Haymitch leaning up against the door frame with a smirk and folded arms. His hair was messy from sleep and eyes red from the same.

"Repaying you."

I said when I got my breath back. He nodded and walked to the wooden table.

"Haven't had eggs in a long time, don't really like em' much."

He said sitting in one of the chairs.

"Well it was either that or old crackers, so be happy."

I snapped.

'Ungrateful old man.'

I thought.

"As you say, sweetheart."

He said. We ate in silence, except for the occasional fork-to-plate scratching from Haymitch. After breakfast was cleaned up, I decided to go home.

•Haymitch•

Katniss walked out the door and I didn't say anything to stop her. I knew she'd be back, so I left the door open.

•Katniss•

I stood in my bedroom door looking at the empty bed I left last night. The covers were still thrown all over and a pillow rested on the cold floor. Down the hall was the room my mother slept in and across from that was Prim's room. Both were untouched except for Prim's bed, which I slept in some nights. I don't know why I came back. I felt better at Haymitch's, more company I guess. So that's the place I returned to.

"Back so soon?"

He asked as I walked into the living room and sat on the couch I called my bed last night. I didn't answer and he didn't say anything else, instead we watched the tv and whatever was on. Truthfully I wasn't paying attention to the news from the Capitol. I daydreamed about the time I spent there.

'So, Peeta, tell me. Is there a special girl back home?'

Caesar asked Peeta. Peeta's face looked pained.

'Well, there uh...there is this one girl that I've had a crush on forever.'

Caesar nodded.

'Well, I'll tell you what, Peeta. You go out there, and you win this thing, and when you get home, she'll have to go out with you. Right folks?'

He called to the crowed and they cheered.

'Thanks. But I uh...I don't think winning's gonna help me.'

Caesar looked confused

'And why not?'

He asked.

'Because she came here with me.'

I remember being so shocked at the time.

'Well, that's bad luck.'

Caesar said. My mind jumped to what happened after.

'He made me look weak!'

I snapped as Haymitch put himself between Peeta and I.

'He made you look desirable. Which in your case can't hurt, sweetheart.'

Peeta looked surprised as Cinna and Haymitch attempted to calm me. Again, my mind jumped.

'You can do this.'

Haymitch told me, the plane, holding other tributes,waiting for me to get on.

'Thanks.'

I said. Haymitch gave me a reassuring smile. Jump.

'Not funny, Katniss!'

Haymitch had called after me. Jump.

'You love me. Real or not real?'

Peeta asked. Jump.

'Prim!'

I yelled as the bomb exploded. My eyes opened to a dark room, the green and white quilt wrapped around me. I fell asleep and Haymitch didn't wake me to say 'go home'. I sat up to wipe the sleep from my eyes. From what I could see, the sun was just starting to rise and I needed to do something, so I left for the woods.

~minuets later~

It felt so natural to be holding my bow again, though it wasn't as high tech as my last one was. I still remembered my way around and where my extra arrows were hidden. Two birds and a squirrel were my prize and it seems I haven't lost my ability to shoot. When I returned to Haymitch's house, he was still asleep, so I decided to cook my kills.

•Haymitch•

This was the second time I woke to the sound and smell of Katniss making something for the both of us to eat. I didn't mind, it just meant less work for me. I walked down the stairs into the kitchen and sat in a chair. A plate was waiting for like before, only this time, there was meat.

"I went hunting."

She said. I looked up at her.

"Still one hell of a shot sweetheart?"

I asked. A smile was my answer. The bird that was delicious, and I told her so. I received another smile and a thank you. I reached for the bottle that usually rested at the leg of the table.

"You drank it."

She said. I got up to grab another bottle from the cabinet.

"Not this one."

I said.

"Have you called the good doctor yet?"

I asked her. I knew that he was trying to get a hold of her simply because he called here wanting to m is where she was.

"No and I don't intend to. I don't need his help."

She placed her plate in the sink and then took mine when she saw I had eaten.

"I believe you sweetheart."

Sarcasm goes a long way, but not with Katniss. Her glare was proof of that.

Okay here's chapter 2 please R&R.