A/N: WJJ HAS A LIFE. IT'S REALLY SCARY. SHE DOESN'T LIKE IT. IT GETS IN THE WAY OF WRITING TIME.

Anyway, here's a little teaser chapter to tide you over 'til I can update for real. So sorry!

D12- 16- (Katniss Everdeen)

Haymitch leans over me and pins me down. His Seam gray eyes are sober and his dark hair somewhat combed, and though his breath just smells bad, not of liquor, his clothes hold onto the truth: Haymitch is a drunkard and the smell of beer is forever stained into those clothes as if it were a real stain. He tells me, in a soft, gentle tone, but in an unkind way, just like him, to calm down.

"Shut up, Katniss," he says.

"I am. I shut up two minutes ago," I get out, my commotion and craziness subsiding. But still, everyone—they're all dying, dying, falling, bleeding, being killed, exploded, tortured... It's hard to hold on, but if Prim's coming back, I have to stay strong. My mother did just run out saying that it's Prim, it's Prim, and so they must have found her. My little duck must be alive. She must be. Right?

"Go home, Haymitch," I say bitterly.

He shakes his head. "I think I ought to talk to your fellow victor," he says. I furrow my brow questioningly. He notices and continues. "He's got some things I'm supposed to tell him before he goes back to District Two."

A/N: Yes. Cato is in a helluva lot o' trouble.

CatO's.

Get it? Like…Cheerios? CatO's?

No?

Yeah… I am the place where all bad jokes live.

Anyway, the real, awesomeness-filled, Katniss-crazy, Cato-hotty, Gale-ugh, Haymitch-epic, and Finnick-filled chapter is coming soon.

Oh, did I say the awesome, hottish, epical dude we all know, love, and cried for, the one we all know should not be yellow-haired but light-brown-hair, and definitely not Sam Claflin? Yes, that one.

And I will make him not-yellow-haired, and hotter and more Finnick-like than…the one dude. *shivers*

(Sorry to all 'Sam Claflin for Finnick Fans'. Yeah… no.)