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Warning: There will be smut. But you'll have to wait :)

I will probably only be able to update once every week. I just started school :/

Peeta could hear feet moving on top of the cavern. The boy nervously waited for Thresh to show some sign of knowledge. He expected some sort of stomp, or verbal saying wondering why the rock was hollow. Obviously, you could tell that the rock wasn't full the second you stepped onto it. It was only a matter of time before the brute went searching, and Peeta had to hide. Where? There wasn't anywhere in the cave. Everything was in plain sight. Peeta stared outside, knowing it was his only hope for survival.

"God help me." Peeta whispered as he lifted himself up on his injured leg. The blond limped slowly towards the entrance, and peered outside. No sight of anyone. Thresh or Cato. Perhaps Peeta decided too soon, because at that moment, he saw Thresh, making his way towards the water. Peeta had to be quiet, and he had to be fast.

5...4...3...2-

Peeta had sprinted off. As best as the injured boy could anyway. Every other step the boy struggled not to trip and fall down. Tree after tree, Peeta endured. Until finally, his weak leg gave out, and the baker tumbled down by a fallen tree. Peeta had fallen with a thud. He blinked repeateadly, trying to refocus his vision. Now he was lost, and could already feel his head-ache. Peeta sighed in frustration.

"Katniss, where are you?" Peeta shoved his head in the ground. Though it had seemed like forever for Peeta, he only made about 30 yards at best. It would have to work, the boy decided. He crawled to the other side of the fallen tree in hopes that it would provide some coverage. Soon enough, he heard footsteps, running towards his direction. Did Thresh see him, Peeta wondered. He slowly lifted his head and saw, indeed, that Thresh was running. However, it seemed as if he was running from something, not chasing after Peeta.

"Stay away!" Thresh threatened as he stopped dead in his tracks. The tribute grabbed his oddly curved sword and stood his ground, ready for battle. Peeta looked far off in the distance and saw Cato rushing towards him, sword already out, ready to kill.

Peeta needed this to pause. Everything was happening too fast. Except, there was no time for breaks.

"You're mine Eleven!" Cato jumped at Thresh, and swung his blade down with great force. Both titans clashed, baring their swords. The career tried striking a few more times, but to no avail. It seemed that Thresh had practiced just as much as Cato.

"Don't think it'll be that easy." Thresh commanded. "I'm winning this for Rue." They exchanged a few more strikes before Peeta swore he saw sparks fly off of their colliding blades. Strike after strike, they were evenly matched.

"You're not the only one doing this for someone else!" Cato yelled, and struck Thresh's sword with a big enough force to knock it out of his hand. "It's already over." Cato spun his sword and darted towards Thresh. Swiftly, Thresh moved out of the way and struck Cato's back. The silent guardian fell down on his hands and knees from the blow. "If that's how you want it-," Cato lifted himself up, sword back in hand. "I'll be happy to abliege." There was a quick swoosh when suddenly-

"AH!" Thresh yelped as a dagger flew into his arm from the forest.

"Don't act like nobody could hear you with all this yelling." The boys paused and looked around. Clove then emerged from the forest. "You all ready to die?" She asked, another dagger already in her hand. "Which stooge goes first? Moe? Larry?... Or Curly?" Clove turned to Peeta, making sure that everyone knew he was there.

"Peeta?" Cato spat. "I told you to stay where you were."

"I would've, I promise, but Thresh was wandering around." Peeta stared back at Cato, who had a betrayed look in his eyes. "I had to do something. Or I would've died." Clove and Thresh's eyes lit up as they realized the two were working together.

"Still need a babysitter Peeta?" Thresh laughed. "Well, I can always take you out first. It's not like you'll put up much of a fight. Especially with that leg." The beast eyed Peeta like he was fresh meat.

"Not if I kill you instead." Cato threatened. The, possibly former, Career moved in the way of Thresh and Peeta. "Peeta, I want you to run back to where you were before." Cato had been very discreet, not giving away any signs of where their base was. "I'll meet you there later." Peeta had barely gained enough strength to stand, let alone run back. Cato's plan is suicide, Peeta thought.

Still, this was no time to worry about if he would make it. Peeta had to cut and run, no looking back. The boy took a deep breath and started to dash off, hoping for the best. Barely making it anywhere his leg was already starting to give in. Peeta just had to push through. It was either a little pain, or his life. Strangely enough, the noises of battle hadn't seemed to quiet down. It wasn't until then that Peeta noticed they were following him. Suddenly, a dagger flew right next to his face, and impaled a tree within a foot of his head.

"I'm after you twelve!" He heard the razor voice of Clove yelling to him. Another dagger flew by, barely ripping the material of the shoulder on Peeta's shirt.

Everything was happening too fast again. It all led up to a giant crash, which boomed throughout the forest. Then...

Silence.

However, Peeta refused to look back. Finally, the boy broke out of the woods, and reached the cavern. Staring inside, he stood at the entrance, taking in all of what had just happened. It took what was left of his strength to get him here, and yet, his face met the hard, cold, and muddy floor. Peeta had collapsed.

"Peeta!" He could hear Cato calling. The boy sighed in relief, at least Cato had made it out alive. "Peeta!" He called again. "Peeta!"

"Cato." The best Peeta could do was say the Career's name loudly. Anything beyond that, and Peeta would be passed out.

"Peeta!" Cato shouted as he saw the boy. He had that frustrated look on his face again, which made Peeta nervous. The last time Cato was like this, he was unpredictable. He almost killed Peeta. "Peeta!" Cato lifted the boy by his shoulders. "Why? Why didn't you just stay in the cave?" He shook the baker.

Peeta stayed quiet.

The tribute could see in Cato's eyes that he was hurting, but from what?

"Are you okay? Why did you leave? Why don't you trust me?" The questions were all coming together, Peeta could tell why Cato seemed to be hurting. It was betrayal, or something just as bad.

"Are you okay?" Peeta asked.

In the heat of the moment, things really came together. Cato cared about Peeta, definitely more than what was safe. He wanted to guard him to keep him alive, because Cato needed Peeta.

Peeta could tell by the way Cato had just kissed his lips.

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