Beetee & Wiress
They'd gotten a small place on the edge of 13, not unlike Finnick and Annie's. It was different for them, though. Beetee wasn't interested in Wiress in a romantic way. He was very much a protector. He figured after all she'd been through, romance was her last interest.
"Beetee?" She called out uncertainly.
"Here, Wiress," he answered her. "Is something wrong?"
"No, no... just another..." She often dropped the ends off her sentences.
"Dream?" he asked. He'd become quite good at guessing her thoughts.
She nodded "Yes. About before."
"Before?"
"In Capitol," she answered. She'd also come to drop small words at times.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
"Bad men," she replied, shivering. "I screamed so loud. Annie heard me. She came over after.
"After?"
"When they came in."
"Okay, can you give me a little more?"
"Wanted to play games. They were aggressive, and I try to get them to stop. They wouldn't. Did the same to Annie. We're very familiar with them."
"Them?" asked Beetee.
"The men in white."
"The Peacekeepers?"
"Yes."
"You said they wanted to play games."
"Not the amusing kind, Beetee, trust me." Wiress shivered.
Beetee came around the couch she was perched on and pulled her into his arms. "They won't ever try to do that again, Wiress."
"You sound so certain," she said, her voice barely a whisper.
"I am."
"How?"
"Because I'll be there to make sure they can't get to you."
"But what if they get you..."
"First? We'll worry about that if it happens, but they don't even know where we are."
"So we're safe here?"
"Yes, we're safe."