Katniss was lost in a dream that seemed so real she would never be able to escape, she was running through the forest being chased by the mutts that she had fought against in the first games and that since had never left her nightmares. She was running so fast that branches whipped at her face and arms as she tried to escape the snarling beasts behind her. She could feel her body slowing, her determination decreasing as she began to realise that there was no escape from these artificial beasts, she had no arrows left in her quiver and with every step her speed was dramatically falling, meaning it was only a matter of time until the beast with Rue's eyes would be close enough to sink its fangs into her. She couldn't help but look back towards the sound of the beasts, trying to gain motivation to make her legs move faster. As soon as she snapped back round she halted immediately as a scream tried to escape her but came out as a mere whimper.

'Peeta! Oh my god your alive" genuine happiness washed over her body, finally she was safe, together they would find a way to escape the mutts and survive
"Peeta we have to go! The Mutts are nearly here" she could hear their snarled breathing growing louder and louder.

"Peeta?!" Katniss stood not knowing what was wrong with Peeta, as soon as she realised that not once had he moved to run with her, or had a single emotion at being reunited with the girl he couldn't help but fall further in love with

"Peeta?" she questioned again "We really have to leave" she grabbed him and began to shake him hoping that she could bring him back from this catatonic state. But before Katniss realised what had just happened, she was choking.

Her hands grasped manically to get a grip on the hands wrapped around her neck. The hands that had thrown bread to her when she was starving, that had held her and offered her support in the games, these hands that were barely capable of holding a weapon let alone handling one. And now it was those precise hands that caused her to flail about hoping for just enough room between his fingers and her neck. Her sight began to waver as the pounding in her head increased, causing her to choke out his name, in an attempt to beg him to stop.

Katniss hated herself for it but she began to punch at Peeta, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to fight falling unconscious for much longer. No matter how hard she hit him his grasp on her didn't ease. Her body began to slouch as her legs struggled to hold her up. The Mutts were now right behind her judging on how loud they had become, and the last image she saw before her eyes closed was Peeta looking down on her, with eyes she knew well, it was the same deathly snake glare that Snow carried.

As darkness fell over Katniss' dream only the faint image of Peeta, and his inhuman eyes, was still present. Katniss knew that she was only faintly sleeping now, probably because she had moved around so much whilst she slept, and so used this lull in dreams to wake herself up. As she began to wake up she realised something was wrong. Something was restricting her arms, panic set in extremely quickly as she realised that the dream was over but now she was in real trouble, she was somewhere dark and being held down. She began to scream.

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Johanna was shocked at how quickly Katniss managed to fall asleep, from when her and Prim had chatted in the hospital she had been told of how Katniss would stir until Prim settled her or until she woke herself up thrashing around and spent the rest of the night sat up night reading through the book of plants, running her fingers over the lines of the illustrations that Peeta had added. Prim explained that worse were the nights that Katniss had no intention of trying to sleep and instead just sat against the set of draws completely lost in whatever memories she was reliving, Prim had even told how on the worst nights Katniss wouldn't even react when she nudged her older sister trying to lure her out of her thoughts and in to cuddle up safely with her.

But here, tonight, Katniss had clearly been fighting sleep before she gave in and climbed under her covers. Because of this Johanna quietly slid across the room, switched the light off and returned to her bed where she got bored with simply laying in the dark and had sat up cross legged watching over the room. She knew that she were as safe as she could possibly be in this room, there was of course always the chance of someone rogue within the district who would make it their mission to take down the Mockingjay and whoever stood in their way, that person being Johanna, but on a whole this room was the safest place she had been in a long time. Johanna thought about it and came to the realisation that it wasn't just in this room that people would have to her to get to Katniss, she knew that she was far from her best both physically and mentally but she had taken it on herself to protect Katniss. Even if Katniss had a whole team dedicated to, providing for her, prepping her and most importantly protecting her, Johanna knew that they couldn't be trusted, certain members of the team could be trusted more than others but on a whole Victors had to look out for one another. A thought that the Capitol had tried to stamp out with the last games by turning friends into enemies. Maybe that was one of the things that made Johanna want to protect Katniss even more, as another act of defiance in the eyes of the Capitol. Johanna had considered trying to sleep but her and Katniss had never slept at the same time unless they were both under the effects of morphling, but every other time one had slept whilst the other watched. And so Johanna watched.

She watched as Katniss began to move about, it started off small, little jerks here and there, but quickly progressed until she was flailing under her covers, saying something and 'Rue's eyes' and then calling out Peeta's name. Johanna made her way across the room and placed her hand on Katniss' shoulder

"Katniss, it's just a dream' she whispered of course her attempts to gentle wake Katniss were futile, and Johanna could only think of one way to wake Katniss and that was to jolt her from her dreams. She didn't like the idea but she couldn't leave her in this nightmare, but just as Johanna was about to wake the now sweating Katniss, she remembered what Prim had told her about how she would cuddle up with her sister, sometimes for the whole night just to help her settle. Johanna didn't know if it would work but it was certainly better than waking Katniss in a way that would cause her to panic, and so she gently climbed over her sleeping friend and slid in behind her, slowly placing one arm under Katniss' head, and wrapping her free arm around the still kicking woman.

"Shhhhh, its alright, you're not alone anymore" Johanna whispered whilst stroking her arm and hair to try and soothe her.

Just as Katniss' movements began to calm, and her shouting eased to a mere mumble, Johanna relaxed. It was only as she allowed her own body soften that she realised just how ridged Katniss had become, and before she could say anything to see if Katniss had awoken not knowing why Johanna was cuddled up to her a scream filled the room. Katniss turned over with such speed she even caught Johanna off guard. Swinging her fist as she did, punching Johanna right in the jaw before scrambling off the bed and jumping up into a defensive stance.