Months later, Quell has been announced and Katniss, Haymitch, Effie, and Peeta are on the train to the Capitol watching the tapes of the other reapings.

*Katniss POV*

We were sitting in the comfy, plush sofas the train had to offer and I had my head tucked in the crook of Peeta's neck. The tapes of the other reapings were passing by, one by one, with Haymitch or Effie occasionally commenting on the other victors that are selected, and Peeta making stars in his notebook next to the names.

I knew this must be hard for Haymitch, seeing all his friends having to go into the arena again, and its going to be especially hard seeing as he has to help get Peeta out, which means, essentially, all the other victors have to die, including me.

District 4, the television announced. I thought briefly of my experience at District 4, and quickly tried to shake it out of my head. I couldn't be thinking of that right now.

The equally outrageous escort on the stage of District 4 plucked the names out of the glass balls same as Effie did. For the girls, a young, beautiful woman was called, but to my surprise an old woman who looked about eighty hobbled up to the stage and volunteered for her. Odd.

For the boys, I contently waited as the suspense rose in the District and the escort cleared her throat to say, "Finnick Odair!"

Finnick Odair.

Shit.

My face paled and I shot upright, gripping the couch with clenched, white fingers. Effie chuckled. "Katniss, I know he is handsome, but you have Peeta, for goodness sake!"

Peeta turned around to look at me curiously. "Um, Katniss, are you alright?" He asked kindly. Damn Peeta for being so caring and sweet. On the television screen, the handsome bronze haired man was strutting confidently up to the stage with a smug expression as the women of District 4 cheered deafeningly.

Effie and Peeta were looking at me expectantly. Haymitch just sat and stared at me with his eyes narrowed. He was the only one who knew what actually happened. Definitely not my first choice of confidants.

"Uh, actually, I don't feel really well all of the sudden. I'm going to go to my room and lie down," I said in a hurry, and dashed off to my private quarters, where I did just that.

Shit. When the Quell was announced, I hadn't even bothered to think of this possibility. I don't know if I forgot he was a victor, or if I had just assumed he would not get picked, but I was not expecting this.

I buried my face into the soft, Capitol pillow and screamed silently. Shit, shit shit shit! This was the moment where it all came rushing back to me, the way I shivered when he whispered in my ear, the way it felt when he touched my bare skin, the way he kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear.

Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Such a beautiful mistake. Such a magnificent error.

I started to panic as I wondered what he would do when we met again. Would he play it cool? Would he give us away? I can't afford to lose the star-crossed lover act with Snow watching me.

My harried thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone opening my door and coming in. Please don't be Peeta, I thought. I couldn't look at him right now.

When the person cleared his throat, obviously annoyed, I knew at once that it was Haymitch. Ugh. Probably coming in here to yell at me about my blunder on the victory tour. He never did get around to it.

I lifted my face from the pillow it was being suffocated by slightly, and faced him, propped up on my elbows.

"I know what happened on the victory tour, sweetheart," Haymitch said, meanly and mockingly.

I was offended. I can't believe he would mock me about it after this happened! I gave him the dirtiest look I could manage and put my face back on the pillow.

Haymitch sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't tease you like that, I know. But I do know what you did with Fish Boy. And I kept it a secret. So consider yourself in my debt."

I lifted my head again to glare at him. "I know you know what happened, and I most definitely do not owe you!" I exclaimed angrily.

Haymitch rolled his eyes. "I was joking, sweetheart." His face turned serious then. "And you know, right, that this CANNOT happen again?"

"Yes, of course I-" He cut me off.

"You know, that if you are seen, or caught, with Finnick Odair, the entirety of Panem would know the star-crossed lovers was a fake? That the districts would rebel? That some are already rebelling?" Haymitch was steadily raising his voice. "You know, that if-"

"YES, Haymitch, yes I know, alright? I was stupid, I don't know why I did it, I know it can't happen again, and I won't let it!" I said, frustratedly, tears rimming at my eyes. It wasn't because of Haymitch's yelling, it was because of my own stupidity. How could I have let that happen?

"I know," he said, softening his tone. "And, um, just to make sure, he didn't get you...pregnant or anything, did he?" Haymitch asked nervously.

My cheeks instantly heated up and I averted his gaze as I yelled "NO, Haymitch, of course not! God."

"Just making sure," he said quickly. "Now I want you to be careful, alright? That boy has got experience. I wouldn't be surprised if he tried something, just to see how you react." Haymitch said seriously.

I didn't have to think twice to know that he was talking about Finnick. Finnick. Even his name sounded beautiful in my head... I shook my head frustratedly, I can't do this!

"Focus, Katniss," Haymitch said. "Just be careful around him. And DO NOT let Peeta find out about any of this."

"Of course not," I scoffed. He raised an eyebrow, then walked out of the room, discreetly shutting the door behind him. I turned and put my face back on my pillow.

Why did this have to happen? I'm already going into the arena for the second time, why does he have to complicate everything?

I lay in the bed for who knows now long, letting myself replay our blissful moment in the closet at District 4 as many times as I want to.

When I'm done, I sit up determinedly, bush my hair out of my face, and harder my expression.

Fine, Finnick. Let the games begin.