A/N: For Nicole who asked a few more chapter be written. I think I may go back and write about how Katniss and Seneca came to even talk to each other, and lead up to this. Hope that make her happy, so enjoy.

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Summary: Seneca figures out just what exactly is bothering his little Mockingjay in District 13

Seneca Pov:

The Rebellion was as strong as ever and Katniss and Gale were at the heart of it. I had managed to escape Snow's death room and followed their trail, without them knowing of course. When I first got here everyone wanted to turn me over to Snow and prove that I wasn't dead, and had escaped. Everyone but Katniss who plead on my behalf. When I tried to thank her though she said she didn't do it out of kindness, but because I was the only chance she had of getting Peeta back. Even though it hurt to no end I could tell she was hurt as well and decided to let it go. It really wasn't worth it to get in a fight that was on a high pedestal by everyone and had anyone to kill me at her disposal.

So the following months I pretty much kept to myself unless it was war meetings and someone asked me a question. Then I would answer with as few words a possible and quickly take my seat again. It wasn't until I noticed that it seemed as if our little Mockingjay was running out of well her fire that I started to get worried. Katniss was missing meals, meetings and even her practicing with her bow and arrows. I may not have known much about her but I knew this was extremely out of the ordinary for her. Even the boy Gale didn't know what was wrong with her.

It was late and I was walking to my room when I heard muffled cries coming from her room. After realizing that they weren't from agony but sadness I quietly pushed her door open and stood in the doorway watching for a minute. The girl who everyone was expecting to lead a rebellion was curled up in a fetal position crying, Hell she deserved some time to just cry and not have to worry about this and that. She was just a child for God's sake and they were wanting to make her into some kind of 5 star war General or something.

"Katniss? You okay Everdeen?" I asked stepping more into her room. She sat up quickly and tried to dry her red and puffy eyes but I could see past her. She wasn't alright and if I had to take a guess she hadn't been more a long time. She nodded a couple of times until she could look at me and she was sure of her voice and that it wouldn't give way.

"I'm fine Crane, thanks for caring though." She wasn't fine and I wasn't taking an answer like that without getting more details. So without further invitation I walked into her room and plopped myself on her bed and pulled her close to me. At first she struggled, biting, hitting and anything else she could do. Once she noticed I wasn't going to hurt her though she calmed down and actually snuggled a little closer to me all the while still crying.

"Let's try this again Everdeen, what's really bothering you?" This time when she cried It was full on shake your body sobs and I was scared she was going to wake up all of District 13 with her crying. So I just laid there and held her until the shaking stopped and her hyperventilating had calmed to quiet hiccups. "Katniss, please tell me." I looked down and her gray eyes were almost a silver glass because of all the tears that had formed in them.

"Everyone expects me to lead this Rebellion and I'm just a kid Crane. I barely survived the Games and that's only because you stepped in. Snow caused the explosion that killed my father; he kidnapped Peeta and would gladly do so to anyone else I care about. I got Cinna killed and indirectly almost got you killed and…and I just can't do this Seneca!" She called me Seneca, okay now is not the time to be focusing on that. Katniss had a very good point they were putting way to much stress on her and this whole thing. If only Coin and the others could see what all this was doing to her.

"Katniss have you slept at all the past couple of nights?" She shook her head no and snuggled closer like a small child. I sighed and pressed a kiss to her forehead. This was all going to cause her to have a mental breakdown or something to where she wouldn't be able to help at all. "Why not?" I whispered in her ear, scared that someone would be able to hear our little conversation. She shivered a little but I chose to ignore it, kissing her senseless would not help things right now. Wait a minute I wanted to kiss her? Since when did I want that?

"Nightmare about…well about everything. Cinna, my father, Prim and my mother, Gale, Peeta, Rue and even you Seneca." She had nightmares about me? Was I the bad guy in her nightmares? Did I try and save her from her own Hell? "Snow…you always died somehow, some painful way." My heart broke for her, knowing all the pain she went through on a daily basis.

"I'm guessing I don't make things easier either." She just shrugged her shoulders and turned away from me so I couldn't see her face. But seeing the way her shoulder hunched over and the gentle moving up and down I could tell she was crying. I pulled her into my arms and placed my chin on top of her head. "Tell you what Everdeen, anytime you need someone to talk to, you can always find me." She took her red rimmed eyes out of her knees and stared at me.

"Why are you being so nice Crane?" Because you admire her, and in a way you find yourself loving her for what you see. God no that wasn't what was going on was it? No of course not just trying to ease a guilty mind I guess. I tried to kill her in the Games and now I guess I saw this as a way of redeeming myself. Yeah if it was only that simple outside of my head.

"Because everyone needs a secret confidante, and I'll be yours if you be mine." She was still a minute before nodding and laying her head on my shoulder. I made to lay down and she rested her head on my chest while I ran my fingers through her hair, trying to ignore the intimateness that went with the actions. She was a 17 year old girl seeking comfort in a father like figure and here I was having not so fatherly thoughts about her. She fell asleep relatively soon and I laid there in the darkness staring up at the ceiling and listening to her slow and rhythmic heartbeat, so unlike the one during the day. This was probably the turning moment in our relationship. Going from bitter rivals to shaky alliances, people who could count on each other when they couldn't and really shouldn't trust in any one else.