Disclaimer: If I owned The Hunger Games I wouldn't be writing Fanfiction now would I?

Author's Note: thanks to me reviewers KL10X, Arrow, KitKat1D, and of course JB

Chapter 2

A Solution

Drawing has helped; I wake early on the second day of travel and feel hungry and better than I have felt in weeks. Seneca is gone but there is a glass of orange juice on my night table that I down in seconds. I go to the washroom to clean up and someone has washed the ash down the drain. It reminds me of the portrait of Farrow I was doing. I finish washing up get changed in jeans, blouse and sandals and take my notebook and pencil to the dining area. No one is up yet; the clock reads 5:30 am. I shrug and settle down at the table to work.

By seven the rest are up and I have finished Farrow and have started on one of Maverick sitting at the opening of our hideout looking out at the sky.

"I think we know your talent" Perusse enters yawning, "when did you learn to draw like that?"

"She was six when mom first saw her scribbling" Seneca says from the doorway, he comes over and rests his chin on my shoulder, he has to stoop but he smiles. I don't see it but I know he is, I am so engrossed in making sure shadows are placed properly and perspective is properly done. "That's maverick isn't it?" he says.

My pencil stops mid hex mark, "yes" I say softly

"It's good" he says, "my brotherly counterpart in the games"

I snap the pencil I was using in half with my thumb, I can feel my bottom lip tremble ever so faintly.

"I miss him" I say so quietly only Seneca hears me, he squeezes my shoulder in reassurance, he knows. He takes the broken pencil and gets me a new one.

"It's okay, this is how you remember him" he touches the notepad and hands me a freshly sharpened pencil, "did you finish Farrow?"

I nod and turn back a page.

There he stands with a big grin on his face leaning against a wall.

"That is remarkable" Perusse says

"What is?" Tracker comes in yawning and glances at the drawing, "you should show how big he is by putting something smaller beside him, because that's how I remember him, this huge stalky teenager that made you look so tiny in comparison"

"She can do others, heck we have enough money to do anything now" Seneca says, "we could spoil you rotten squirt, what do you say?"

I don't reply I am placing a dog sitting beside Farrow.

"Don't interrupt an artist at work" Perusse chirps as she places a glass of juice in my periphery, "my cousin has a friend who is an expert designer, he's going to join the ranks or stylists in a couple years, but he has a wonderful talent for drawing like Ariana, and she told me you shouldn't disturb them" I can feel her wanting to look at my sketches and I feel wrong letting her see them. In fact I don't like her on principal. She is too capital for my liking, I only like Darwin and my prep team. I close my notebook and set about grabbing eggs, toast and bacon and making a sandwich of it.

"Its good to see you eating kiddo" Tracker smiles as he pours himself some coffee, I show interest and he lets me taste it, its bitter and I make a face, he chuckles, "maybe you will do better with your juice for now, or Seneca can make you tea or we can order a hot chocolate" my eyes light up at the last words and he chuckles again ordering one for both Seneca and I.

"Did you sleep better?" Seneca asks

I nod, "better than lately I guess" I bite into my breakfast sandwich, "I feel better after we torched that picture yesterday" I add mouth full. I can feel Perusse wince at my bad table manners but I feel rebellious and I don't quite care what she thinks.

"Good! Now we know how to get you to relax and sleep now" My brother looks pleased.

It might not be a permanent solution but if I can do this each night or every other night I might get over the horrors I see.