A/N:

So a reviewer asked for the next chapter yesterday. Only two people reviewed, I'm like really sad here people. Do you not like the story? Because I don't want to continue working so hard on something only I like. If you do like it please review and tell me that, along with couples you want to see and suggestions, because I do need to see reviews. Sorry for those of you who want updates without review limits, I will do my best, but sometimes I need a little bit of encouragement yeah? I love writing but this whole editing thing is just... so much work. So if you want to see more please review.

Eddie: Review and tell her not to kill me please!

Jerome: No tell her to kill him!

Gemma: Jerome that is so mean!

Eddie: Thank you Gemma.

Gemma: But so right Jerome!

Eddie: Hey!

So yeah, review and tell me what to do with this please? I don't want to kill Eddie if only Jerome and Gemma want him dead.

~writingmagic

Gemma's POV:

"Actually it's Patricia Miller-Sweet if you don't mind Caesar." She said calmly from her place next to me. I watched as seemingly in slow motion; Eddie smirked, Caesar's jaw dropped and Jerome jumped into the air, landing swiftly on his feet. His suit became wrinkled and his hair flopped to the wrong side. I was just sitting there, hoping that the shock on my face didn't make me look like an idiot, but not really caring because I had just found out, my brother's girlfriend, was actually now my sister in law.

"WHAT?!" I heard Jerome yell in shock, face showing exactly how little he could believe that 'Trixie' had actually gotten married. Especially since I knew at east Jerome and I were thinking of all the times we had said that I would be Eddie's sister of honor and Jerome would be Patricia's best man. Everything I thought we would do before my brother moved into a different house, leaving thirteen-year-old me alone went running though my head but I stayed still.

Eventually as I watched Jerome begin to pace I debated on whether or not to be the innocent little girl who would jump for joy like they wanted me to or to be me, for once. The tribute in me knew the first was the right choice, but the sister and friend in me knew I just couldn't do it, the same way Jerome's reaction was to yell.

"I do have to say this is quite a shock for all of us, Mr. Clarke would you please sit down, Mrs. Miller-Sweet would you care to explain?" Caesar instructed, steering Jerome into his seat an sitting himself back down, and gesturing to Patricia to begin speaking. That was just enough time for me to make my decision.

"Yes Mrs. Miller-Sweet, care to explain?" I growled, standing up and crossing my arms, glaring at my idiot, smirking, holding-in-his-laughter brother and my equally idiotic sister-in-law.

"Well, see here's the thing, my name was only in that dang bowl 6 times, the least it could be, and well when Eddie asked me I didn't actually think I'd get picked, it was stupid I know but Eddie and I decided just to do it you know?" That's when I noticed, the ring on her finger was Capitol made… Eddie couldn't have gotten his hands on something like that and even if he had he wouldn't have been able to afford it.

Eddie had never stolen anything, or borrowed money he knew he couldn't pay back…

Oh my Anubis! That meant that this was set up! That meant that every time Patricia flinched it wasn't because she just didn't want to tell the whole world and the laughter she was trying to hold in wasn't because of the look on my face (though that may have contributed). She was trying to hold in the hilariousness of me being so gullible and how stupid people in the capitol could be.

A look of realization crossed my face as I came to realize this was all part of the great scam of the Capitol people. This was what Peeta had told me about, that whole secretive way he was going about telling me that when the time came I had to act like a capitol girl was because of this! I sighed before I began reacting in a way I knew I'd regret later.

Eddie's POV:

"YOU TWO GOT MARRIED AND DIDN'T TELL ME?! I cannot believe you! I bet Patricia didn't even wear a dress did she? I am your sister Eddison and you went and got married without even telling me?!" Gemma started, rolling her eyes as she freaked out over every single thing that she had missed out on. Her hands were gesturing round and round and the dramatic way she was saying everything, as though it was a crime against her and only her, was insane. She then placed her hands on her hips, hoping one of us would respond. She hated this, and it was so getting used against her later. When neither of us responded, trying to hard not to laugh she glared and continued.

"I mean you are my only brother Eddison! Did you not even think about the fact that I was only going to get to dress up and be in a wedding twice, yours and mine, and now I won't even get to be in yours! PATRICIA WASN'T EVEN WEARING A DRESS I GUARANTEE IT!"

"Gemmalina Marie Miller-Sweet! Calm down! We got married, you will get to have your own wedding someday and make your own choices. Yacker and I decided to get married Midge. Deal." I said smirking at Gemma, who glared in response. Yacker snuggled into my side as I defended her. Honestly I wish I'd had the guts to ask her to marry me before we ended up in the games, but that isn't an option any more.

Gemma continued to yell at me as our ten minutes ticked away, and the Capitol people, responded with sighs of happiness about the marriage itself and with angry yells about Patricia's lack of a dress at her wedding. By the end of our time Gemma had them all screaming for a do over wedding, saying we just had to win so Patricia and I could be married properly in the Capitol. But I had zoned out long ago, staring at the girl all of Panem now thought to be my wife.

Patricia looked incredibly beautiful right now, that dress looked stunning on her and she literally shined, making me week in the knees. I knew I was staring at her while my sister tried to act mad at me for something I didn't do, I knew Gems was glaring at my lack of help as I sat here staring at Yacker and playing with a strand of her hair, but I couldn't help it. When Yacker turned to look at me and our eyes met it was like the first time I met her. The time she tripped over me and woke me up after I had just arrived in England. I'm sure the look that crossed my face as that thought and billions of others an through my head must have been pretty strange because Gemma froze and Patricia looked at me as though she thought I was dying, though I guess I was or at the very least losing my mind.

Deep down I knew I wasn't.

I knew the stuff I was remembering was real.

I remembered England.