A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this took so long, i promise from now on that i will update at least once a week, and i'll give you a heads up for when i'm not able to update in the near future. Thanks to all those who reviewed and fave/followed this story! Special thanks to :

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Special thanks to Laura aka HPfanatic2498 for beta(ing) and continually telling me to get on with the writing. Oh and she also wrote a section that i will have in bold. If you could, could you please review and tell me whether the section was good or not so i can make her publish the fics she's already wrote!

Disclaimer: I do not own hunger games, or Josh Hutcherson no matter how much i want to! But i do have the same birthday as Jennifer Lawrence!

Any way heres the story!

Peeta stared down at the sight before him. Many thoughts seared through his mind. It was Katniss. She was curled up in a ball on the floor, weakly whimpering with her eyes half closed. After he got over the initial shock of seeing the girl he had loved since he was 5 years old, he bent down to see her closer. She rolled over and looked up at him, her steely grey eyes clouded with pain.

"Help. Me."

He could tell she was fading fast and he had to do something to help her. Carefully as he could, he slipped his arms underneath her body and pulled her towards his chest. Slowly and surely he lifted her up standing up at the same time. He quickly made his way over to the exit making sure that he was careful not to hurt the limp body of Katniss in his arms.

He made his way out of the wreckage one step at a time. Once he was clear, he ran down the lane, tearing through the rugged terrain that is The Seam. Every now and then he would glance down at Katniss to make sure that she was ok.

After a while he was forced to stop and look around, trying to remember the way to her house. He rounded a corner and started back at a brisk pace.

As he was wandering down the street, he made a mental note that the day was almost over and that he needed to get her home as soon as possible. Katniss was like dead weight in his arms, way too thin, he decided. But all the same, he had been running for what felt like ages and his legs were burning. He walked quickly over to the side of the dirt track and lay her slowly and carefully down on the soft grass. He sat down next to her, looking up at the sky, it had turned sunset orange, his favourite colour in the world. How fitting that he was here with Katniss on the grass staring at the beautiful streaks of colour streaming across. Then he remembered what was at stake and snapped out of his fantasy.

Stretching his legs, he got back up, pulling Katniss into the same hold he had previously, but this time, he felt her resist. He held her tight enough so that she couldn't wriggle her way out of his hold, but loosely enough so that he wouldn't hurt her. Stretching his legs, he once again flew off at a sprint towards where he thought her house was.

After what seemed like another eternity, he saw the familiar worn-out house that belonged to the Everdeen family, or what was left of it. Running up the low, worn, wooden veranda, he rapped hurriedly on the front door, maintaining his firm grip on her. Gazing down at the beautiful face in his arms he felt pity and sadness. Katniss, always very independant would never had allowed this kind of action towards her should she have been strong enough to protest.

He was once again snapped from his thoughts by the brisk opening of the door in front of him, and the appearance of a little girl with blonde twin plaits and bright blue eyes that were over come with tears for what he assumed was worry and greif for her sister.
"Peeta!" She squeaked in surprise.

"No time Primrose, your sister need help now! She's hurt herself badly and she needs help." Peeta replied.

She gave him a brisk nod and beckoned for him to follow her into the house. Walking over to the table in what was obviously the kitchen, she cleared it with haste and laid down a lightly padded mat that was covered in a plastic sheet. He laid her down on top of the table and moved away to give Prim some space.

She rushed over to the table with what he assumed was medical supplies to treat Katniss. She glanced over her shoulder at Peeta.

"You don't have to stay if you don't want to, I can take care of her now." She gave him an anxious glance.

"Wheres your mother? Shouldn't she be here treating Katniss?" She replied looking around for a sign of Mrs. Everdeen.

"She's... out." Prim replied with hesitation.

Peeta looked at Prim with concern.

"What do you mean 'out'?" asked Peeta, slightly apprehensive.

Prim merely shook her head with a faint sigh. Peeta decided it was best not to press her and gave a brisk nod as he examined the room around him. It was very small compared to what he was used to but it eminated a sense of love that his house lacked. His legs began to ache from overuse, so he found the worn couch in the centre of the room and stared distantly at the dying orange embers from the fire place, overcome with worry.
"Peeta?"
He was drawn from his reviere by a soft voice coming from behind him. He turned and saw Prim, eyes partially closed with drowsyness.

"She'll be ok Peeta. She's sleeping right now but i'm sure she'll wake up soon. Do you mind if I go to bed? I'm really tired."

"Thankyou, really" said Peeta gratefully, smiling towards the little girl who manged to lighten everyones day.

Prim returned his smile and walked over to her sister, kissing her forhead before leaving, then closing the door softly behind her. Peeta smiled weakly at their sisterly bond. A bond he only wished that his family. Peeta walked over to Katniss, observing her sleeping state.
'she looks to peaceful' he thought to himself.
She was still lying on the table from before but had a light blanket drawn up to her shoulders, rising and falling with her gentle breathing.
'she can't be comfortable up there' thought Peeta with concern.
So for the untempth time that evening he lifted her sleeping form, not wishing to wake her and held her frail body firmly within his arms.

Once he reached the old sofa he set her down when he noticed that her hand was lightly gripping the front of this shirt. He tenderly pried her hand off and placed it within his hand, gazing down at her with a look of adoration. He bent down and kissed her forehead, whispering goodnight in her ear. He turned away briefly then looked back when he heard her murmur something.

"Peeta"

The grin on his face could've put the sun to shame, not only did she know his name, she was dreaming about him. Peeta turned his head away, crimson beginning to flood his cheeks. Taking one last look at the beautiful form of the girl he loved so much, he slowly walked over to Prim's room to check that she was sleeping and walked out the door into the freezing night.

Katniss woke up the next morning feeling sore but oddly well rested. Her first main thought was that she needed help and had to get home to Prim, but after a moment of panic, she calmed down and realized that she was on her couch at home. There was a soft clatter in the kitchen and she arched neck towards the source of the sound. Prim was 'attempting' to try and cook something warm for her. She stared after her sister for a moment but then came to a realization.

"Prim? How did I get home? I was in the middle of nowhere, you couldn't have found me and gotten me here all by yourself. I may be light but I'm not THAT light."

Prim cast her a startled glance, only just realizing that Katniss was now in fact awake.

"Oh, h-hello Katniss. I didn't realize you were awake. A guy came last night with you barely conscious in his arms. He must've left..." She drifted off looking around her to try and find the non-existent boy.

Katniss had an internal war with herself on whether to find find the guy and hit him or thank him.

"Who was it little duck?" she asked, a cold tone starting to seep into her voice.

"Katniss, don't get angry! It was the baker's son! Peeta Mellark" She replied with haste.

Katniss found herself lost at this. Peeta had saved her again. Once again she found herself in a moral conflict of whether to hate him for helping her again, leaving her with two debts to him, or to thank him endlessly. She scowled at the thought of owing him, again.

KEETAKEETA

Two hours later she found herself taking one step at a time towards the bakery. She was constantly at war with herself trying to convince herself to either go back or keep going. She'd have to go get herself check for schizophrenia later.

After what seemed like forever, she arrived in the street behind the bakery. Summoning the last of courage, she forced herself to walk up to the door and rap on the pane.

It was almost as if he had been waiting at the door for her to knock, because the moment she stepped back, she met by a pair of intense blue eyes. She tried to hide her surprise, but was taken off guard when he jumped out in front of her slamming the door shut behind him, grabbing her arm and sprinted down the back steps with her in tow.

She was taken off guard at first and took a second to recompose herself. Digging her heels deep in the ground she stopped suddenly catching Peeta off guard and making him stumble forward. She looked at him, taken back for a second because of the look in his eyes. It was mixed with fear along with haste, and worry. He turned properly to look at Katniss.

"No time to explain. Please just trust me." he said in a hurry.

She looked at him in disbelief, she barely knew him and he was asking her to trust him. Like that would ever happen.

She instantly regretted stopping though, she was caught once again, off guard, she made a mental note never to let this kind of thing happen ever again, by the slamming of a door down the street and an angry woman coming their way.

"Run."

This time she trusted him.

A/N: I know that was a terrible cliff hanger and a little OOC but i hope is was okay. Please leave a review, that little blue button of ours loves new friends! ;)