The stupid schedule on my arm told me to head towards Command. I sighed and began to walk in that direction. I saw Madge come besides me and eyed her curiously. She held up the schedule on her own arm and I nodded. Apparently, I wasn't the only one headed towards Command. I spotted Peeta next, coming towards us. My heart dropped a little when he stood next to Madge, instead of me. I should have been used to his coldness but I wasn't. I never got used to it.

When we reached Command, none of us were surprised to see Finnick and Haymitch. There were a few guards there as well. And of course, President Coin. She stood at the head of this long, sliver table that reminded me of the Capitol. Her lips were set in a thin line and she was staring at the ground with her arms crossed over her chest. When we all took our seats, she spoke quietly but sternly. "As you may have heard, the five of you and Gale, who couldn't be here for obvious reasons, are begin referred to as the Fantastic Six all through the districts. They found the rescue of the four tributes to be an act of rebellion and bravery. You six have become somewhat of a symbol. Therefore, we are going to use this to our advantage in this upcoming war. We will film propos of our famous little rebels to rally up the districts."

It was dead silent for a moment. Madge coughed uncomfortably besides me and then sighed. "No."

Every pair of eyes drifted towards her. Madge. Before the games, she appeared quiet and kind. And now, after the arena had ripped her to shreds, after her father had died for her, after Gale had turned against her, she was an entirely new kind of girl. She was fire. Hot and unpredictable fire.

She rolled her eyes and said. "Obviously no! Look, nobody asked me if I wanted to start this stupid rebellion in the first place and if you haven't noticed, Gale isn't really in the position to be flaunting in front of a camera talking about how much he hates the Capitol. What he hates is us! This is a terrible idea and I refuse to take part in it." She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back into her chair, her eyes narrowed and her cheeks flushed.

Peeta tapped his fingers nervously on the counter for a moment before speaking. "She's right. Nobody asked us. You all just assumed. And if we try to include Gale in this, he'll kill us all."

Coin didn't seem thrown by their refusal. Instead, she eyed me impatiently. She was waiting for my response. I wasn't sure what to say or how I felt about any of it. I just wanted to back to my room and sleep. "Well?" She said, tapping her foot.

I sighed. "What's the point of these stupid propos again?"

"The districts need a foundation." She began. "If they are going to rebel, they need a rock solid foundation to fall back on. They need someone to turn to, someone to look to. They need a leader."

"Why should we do this?" Madge asked.

"Madge, they killed your father." Coin retorted. "And they destroyed Gale. And your entire district."

Peeta's eyes shifted to the ground. "And my family." Then he sighed and said, "And my district, too."

"So this our best option? To fight fire with fire?" Madge asked.

Is that what we were doing? Where we just as bad as the Capitol if we fought back like this? Of course not. We were working for the good of humanity. They were working for the bad of it. We needed to do this. We had to stop this while we had the chance.

"Except we're not fighting with fire. We're fighting with water." I said, glancing up at her. "We need to extinguish their flames. We... have to stop them."

Madge thought about this for a long time, her eyes on the floor. She looked up at Peeta and he nodded slowly, signaling he agreed with me. Madge exhaled and then glanced up at Coin. "Fine. We'll do it. But Gale is still in no condition to-"

"Then make him in the condition." Coin said sharply.

"How?" Madge asked.

Haymitch leaned into the table. "By being yourself. You know him the best out of all of us. Make him see that we are not the bad guys here."

She shook her head. "I've tried. It's impossible."

Finnick leaned in and said to her softly, "Hey, nothing is impossible. I got my Annie back. I never thought that would happen. Try to think of something he may have told you in the arena. Something that would make him believe you."

Something crossed over her expression. "That... that might actually work." She even smiled and I saw that familiar spark return to her eyes. She was hopeful again. Even if only for a moment.

"Back to the propos," Coin said with an annoyed sigh. "We will need to get started as soon as possible. We even brought in your stylists to-"

"Marker is here?" I asked, suddenly standing to my feet in excitement. I saw Madge stand as well in anticipation of her stylist.

"Yes. And Peeta's stylist, plus Madge and Gales. They are Capitol Rebels now."

"Such a fancy term, don't you think? It really suits me, I feel." A familiar voice said from behind me. I smiled as I ran towards Marker, throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him close. I hadn't realized how much I had missed him until he was right in front of me.

"Marker! You... you left the Capitol? To come here?"

He smiled and said softly, "Not without my beautiful wife, of course." Kinslee appeared from behind him and I hugged her tightly as well.

"Nice to see you, Katniss." She said sweetly, her black hair falling down her back. It was longer than before. She must've got extensions.

"I can't believe you guys are here." I said with a smile.

"It wasn't easy." Marker said, sharing a glance with his wife. "But we made it."

"Cinna!" I heard Madge squeal from behind me as she raced towards her stylist now.

Peeta hugged Castle, his stylist as well. It was quite a reunion we were all having.

Marker touched a strand of my hair and smirked. "I see you let your hair go terribly dry." He said teasingly.

"It wasn't like I was fighting for my life or anything." I replied lightly.

"Of course not. Let's go make you pretty for the cameras again, shall we?"

After I talked with Cinna for awhile, he let me go speak with Gale. After all, we needed him if these propos were going to be a success. I wasn't afraid like last time. No, this time I was determined. Because this time, I was going to convince him of the truth. And I was going to get him back. My father was gone, yeah. He was dead and he was never coming back. I had thought Gale was a lost cause but he wasn't. There was still hope. He could still come back to me.

When I reached his room, he was laying on his bed with his eyes closed. They opened immediately and he opened his mouth to say something. Probably to yell at me. I beat him to it.

"You told me a story in the arena." I blurted out, my hands pressing against the glass. Gale's mouth shut and he stared at me, the confusion crossing his expression. I continued. "You... you told me about you and your brothers. How one night, it was raining and storming really hard, like it was in the arena that night, and you crawled under this big tree outside of the seam..." My eyes narrowed as I tried to recall the memory. "You said you talked until the sun came up. And it was the best night of your entire life." I glanced up to see that Gale had moved from his place on the bed and was now standing directly in front of me, nothing but a thick layer of glass separating us.

"I..." He glanced towards the ground. "I told you that?" He asked quietly.

"Yes. You did. How would I know that story otherwise?"

He stared at the floor for a long time before he spoke again. Then, he said, "Tell me something else"

I bit my lip as I tried to think of something else he had told me in the arena that would get him to believe. The first thing that popped into my mind, I blurted it out. "You told me about how you wrote me a letter once. To thank me for saving you."

This got Gale to glance up and meet my eyes. They looked so different this close to mine. They were still a gray, but they had lost their shine. They had lost their sparkle. His face was whiter than before and he looked older. Like the stress had just wore him away and shed off ten years. I wanted to cup his face in my hands and kiss those chapped lips. I wanted to tell him that together, we would get through this. Together, I would pull him back to reality and out of this nightmare he was caught in.

Together.

But then, Gale slammed his fist into the glass so hard, I shrieked and jumped back. That familiar angry look returned to his eyes as he spat his words at me. "I never wrote you a letter! Why would I write you a letter? You helped me out once, it wasn't a big deal. You're lying. You... you must've got that other story from one of my brothers!" He yelled.

I shook my head. "No, Gale... no. You told me that story! In the arena! You were in the games, why can't you remember that?"

"I was never in the games and I never wrote you some pathetic love letter." He retorted. "You rebels think you can just slam your lies down my throat and I'll just accept them for the truth? Well, you have another thing coming if you think that, Princess, and-"

My heart dropped to the bottom of my chest. "What did you just call me?" I asked slowly.

He stopped talking and glared down at me. "What? Princess? Why the hell are you looking at me like that?"

I couldn't speak. My mouth had went dry. I ran my fingers through my hair as I let my heart beat return to normal. "You called me Princess. You... you used to..." I couldn't even get the words out. I coughed. "That's what you used to call me. Princess."

Did he remember? He had to remember. Maybe not on the surface level. But somewhere, deep down, he remembered without even realizing he did. I had hated the nickname. But now, it sounded like honey on his lips. I could listen to him say it for the rest of my life.

Gale snorted. "I heard that drunk Haymitch call you it. Don't flatter yourself. I hardly even know you. Why would I have a nickname for you?"

I refused to believe it. Maybe he had heard Haymitch call me Princess but still, Gale knew, he knew in his heart of hearts that he used to call me that as well. You don't forget some things, right? No matter who or what threatens to take them away from you.

I moved my hand so it was on top of his own through the glass. He noticed and removed his immediately but I didn't care. He had called me Princess. He had called me Princess. "Gale," I began softly. "If you stopped trying to fight it so hard, maybe you would see the truth. I know you're in there somewhere, screaming to come out. Well, please. Come out. I need you. Dammit, Gale, I need you so much, it hurts. It hurts to breathe and to speak and to... live." I said quickly, the words spilling past my lips on their own accord. "I won't give up on you. I won't give up on us. You can fight me all you want. You can call me names and threaten to kill me but I'm not going anywhere."

"This is all part of the rebels plan... you're trying to trick me." Gale attempted to say sternly but only I could catch the way his voice wavered a little. Like he was a little unsure of his own words. Like he was trying to believe them himself still.

"I still believe in you, Gale." I whispered. "Just... think about the things I've told you tonight, alright? Just humor me and at least consider the possibility than we aren't the ones you need to be trying to kill. Goodnight." I smiled at him before walking away.

Maybe he didn't believe me yet. But he would. Because he was Gale. He was a fighter. He was strong and determined. He would come back to me. He had to. As I thought this over, I walked with my eyes on the floor, the white tiles beneath my feet. It was then, when I wasn't paying much attention at all, that I ran straight into somebody, practically plowing them over. My head smacked into their chest.

"Whoa, there, speed demon, watch where you're going, tiger." It was Kyler.

I stepped back and rubbed my head. "Sorry. My mind was elsewhere."

He smiled. "Clearly. Good thing you ran into me instead of one of the walls. We don't want one of the rebels getting a big bruise on their face, now do we?"

I found myself rolling my eyes. "Of course not. Don't want to ruin my image."

Kyler smirked. "Anyways, it's funny that we ran into each other because I was looking for you. I come bearing a gift." He pulled out a small paper bag from behind him and handed it to me.

I opened it and found three rolls. They were fresh, too. Still warm. I smiled up at Kyler. "You are seriously going to get yourself kicked out of here."

He shrugged. "It's worth the risk in my opinion."

I laughed and picked up one of the rolls and took a bite. Delicious. "This is the best roll I have ever had in my life."

"You're welcome." He said dryly.

I laughed. "Sorry, where are my manners? Thank you, Kyler." I said in a sing-song voice.

"I did search for some chocolate but sadly, I came up empty handed." He added.

"These work just fine. But don't come crying to me if they figure out you stole these and make you leave."

He rolled his eyes. "If I do get kicked out, I'll just go live in the woods."

I took another bite. "You wouldn't survive a day in the woods."

He shoved me playfully as we began to walk. "Probably at least three, thank you very much." He paused for a moment and then asked, "Where were you just now, anyways?"

"Seeing Gale." I said with a sigh.

"Oh, yeah? How'd that go?"

I shrugged. "Better than last time. I think... I think he will come around eventually. He just needs time. But Coin doesn't have time. She wants him better now, which isn't possible."

Kyler nodded and then shoved his hand into my bag of rolls and grabbed one. I glared at him but he only smirked and took a bite. "Well," He said as he chewed, "Coin can't control how quickly Gale gets better and she doesn't want to tick you off because then she'll lose one of her precious rebels. So really, you're more in control here than she is."

"I guess you're right." I said quietly.

"Hey, I'm always right, Miss Madge." Kyler joked. "Anyways, I should get back to kitchen duty before they figure out I'm gone. Just wanted to give you those rolls."

"Thank you, Kyler. Seriously." I said with a genuine smile.

He smiled back and I noted how similar his smile was to Peeta's. "Anytime. See you at later, alright?"

"Alright. Bye, Kyler."

"Bye, Madge." He winked before walking away, leaving me blushing and unable to wipe off the smirk on my face.

"I look twelve." I said before glancing back in the mirror. Marker had straightened my hair with a n iron. In their defense, there wasn't much in terms of hair supplies floating around District Thirteen. They had to make do with what little they had brought from the Capitol. I touched my now perfectly straight hair and ran it through my fingertips. It felt so smooth.

Kinslee touched my shoulder gently. "You look fierce. You look like a rebel."

Marker began to outline my eyes in a dark blue liner. I sighed. "Are we filming a propo tonight already? I thought we needed Gale."

"Well," Marker began, "They are going to do one of just the District Four tributes today. You and Peeta, specifically."

I found myself fighting the urge to roll my eyes. "Oh, great." I wasn't looking forward to working with my former best friend who now wanted nothing to do with me.

He applied a gloss to my lips to make them shine. He then worked on the rest of my face for what seemed like an eternity. When he spun my chair around and let me face the mirror, I gasped. I was an entirely new person. Dramatic blue eye-shadow, high cheekbones, shiny, silky hair. I was fierce.

"I... I don't look like myself at all." I managed to say.

Marker smiled. "You're still there, Katniss. And don't forget that. Ever. You're still Katniss, alright?"

I nodded but kept my eyes on the girl staring back at me in the mirror. I wasn't beautiful, like when they did my hair and make up for the interviews. I wasn't even pretty. I was... bold and strong and... I was a rebel. Next, Kinslee appeared with a navy blue suit of some sort. I slipped into it and it hugged my curves and my legs, the material stretchy and easy to wear. It was long sleeve and went all the way up to my neck. The pants hugged my legs and my ankles. I looked like some kind of navy commander.

"Is this the right approach?" I asked as I studied my full outfit in the mirror.

"We just did as we were told, Katniss." Marker said. "We made you look fierce. That's what Coin wanted."

I sighed. "Alright. But if Peeta is matching me again, someone's getting a kick to the face."

The husband and wife duo exchanged a smirk and I groaned. Of course Peeta would be matching me. Of course we were still being presenting as a team, even though we were now far from it. When they led me out to our "stage", Peeta was sitting on a chair, looking just as miserable as I felt. He spotted me and stood up, but didn't come any closer. He was wearing the same outfit as me and his hair was slicked back.

Coin pointed for a man with a huge camera to come forward and he did so, positioning his lens. Our stage was just a green screen. Apparently, they were editing in the ocean or something cheesy like that to represent our district. Finnick stood to the side and was wearing sweatpants so I assumed he wasn't going to be in the propo at all. I supposed focusing on just Peeta and I would be more effective.

"Now, Peeta and Katniss, please go stand in the middle of the screen, if you would." The camera man said to us.

We walked to the middle and stood a few awkward feet away from me each other. Coin rolled her eyes. "That won't do. Stand next to each other. Hold hands."

Peeta and I both went to protest at the same time but from the look on Coins face, we knew it was no use. We stepped closer together and Peeta met my eyes before grabbing my hand. He was still as warm as I remembered but there was so much distance between us that even while holding his hand, I felt a million miles away from him.

A lady with red hair holding a clipboard waved her hand in the air to get our attention. "We need you to say what is written here." She held up a huge poster board with a paragraph written in deep black ink. It said:

KATNISS: The Capitol destroyed our home, District Four

PEETA: The Capitol destroyed District Twelve as well

KATNISS: The Capitol will stop at nothing to control you

PEETA: They will kill whoever they have to

KATNISS: You're not safe in their grasp and you never were

PEETA: Join us as we fight for what's true and fair and right

KATNISS: We are the rebels and we need your help

I sighed. It all seemed so robotic and fake. Someone called out, "Ten seconds!" I closed my eyes and took a deep, shaky breath. I could do this, right? I could dress myself up and straighten my hair and read lines off a poster board and be one of the Fantastic Six. I could because if I didn't, the Capitol would win. And all of this would've been for nothing; the Mayor's death, our capture, Gale's brainwashing. It would all have been for absolutely nothing. I had to do this.

"And we're rolling!" Someone said suddenly and I blinked to pull myself back to reality. We were rolling. I had the first line.

"Th.. the Capitol destroyed our home, District... District Four." I stuttered my way through the entire sentence, gripping hard to Peeta's hand in hopes that it would help me focus.

"The Capitol destroyed District Twelve as well." Peeta said in the most perfect delivery. He was strong and fierce, calm and smooth. He was so good at this kind of stuff. He always had been.

I stumbled through my next line as well. Peeta, once again, delivered his second line as smooth as possible. I was beginning to feel so frustrated. At myself for ruining my lines, at Peeta for being flawless with his, at this stupid cameraman for filming me, at Coin for making me do this in the first place. Peeta said his final line so it was time for my own.

"We are the rebels and... w-we need your help."

"Cut!" The director yelled and then raised his eyebrows at me.

I groaned. "I know I sucked, okay? Nobody needs to tell me."

Coin crossed her arms over her chest. "Clearly, we need to rethink this approach. Maybe we will just have Peeta in this first Propo. Peeta, could you say all the lines please?"

Peeta let go of my hand and nodded. I rolled my eyes and stormed off the set, racing back down the hallways of the district as angry as ever. I wasn't mad at Peeta. That wouldn't be fair. He had always been good with words. I wasn't exactly sure why I was so angry but I didn't care. I would be mad anyways, even if I had no good reason to be.

As I was storming back to my room, I noticed one of the TV's on the wall flicker on and the Capitol logo appeared. I sighed. This couldn't be good, whatever it was. I watched as President Snow greeted the country before cutting to shots of Peace Keepers lining up and firing their guns at dummies. The clip cut to another of Peace Keepers lighting off a practice bomb. Then, a clip of the uprising in four, and of course, the bombs that followed.

The screen cut back to the President. "If you're interested in keeping this country safe, you will learn from District Four and District Twelve. They rebelled and they were punished. Don't follow their misleading example. Instead, grow from it."

His words were vague but the subliminal message he was sending was strong. If you rebel, you'll end up dead, just like them. And the clips of the Peace Keepers? Well it was clear as day to me. We were here in thirteen attempting to rally up the districts to fight. All the while, Snow was already building his army. And they were strong and blood-thirsty and ready to fight. We would need more than just a few districts if we wanted to win this thing.

We would need the entire country of Panem.

A/N: BLEH, sorry none of these chapters have been ending with cliff-hangers or surprises, like I am prone to do. They just aren't that exciting yet but they will get there, I promise. Also, sorry for a short-ish chapter. I have been busy and will be busy with college starting again tomorrow but I only have a few classes, so I will have time to update still!

Anyways, what are your thoughts on this chapter? How about Gale and Madge and Gale calling her Princess? How about the tension between Katniss and Peeta? Any new predictions? LET ME KNOW and wow, thanks for almost a hundred comments on only three chapters! That is AMAZING! Review away again please! I LOVE YOUR COMMENTS!

P.S- You guys were right a few chapters ago when I said to spot some of the orginal hunger games quotes. Where Peeta said to Katnsis "If you could only see the effect you have on people. The effect you have on me." That was a parallel to the "She has no idea the effect she can have" line from the actual books. But you guys missed one! When Katniss is talking to Finnick outside of the bomb shelter, Katniss asks if he loved Annie slowly and he says "No, she crept up on me." He says the VERY SAME thing in the original book (Either Catching Fire or Mockingjay, I don't remember) SO anyways, look out for more of those in upcoming chapters hopefully!