AHHH, it has been forever. I apologize for the wait... and the itty bitty grammatical errors you may encounter when you read this. I wanted to upload this as soon as I finished. And if you have to skim the previous chapter to understand this... or maybe you have really good memory... sorry.

Chapter 10

It's been two days since General Verges dropped the bomb on us, and since then, Peeta and I can't sleep. It seems like nights before our Victory Tour all over again, although I'm not alone anymore. We've been given non-habit forming sleep aids, but they don't seem to work. My mind set is only programmed to think about Prim, and the hopelessness idea of rescuing her away from the organization.

This new Prim won't remember me, according to Verges, so would it be Prim that I'm saving or just her shell? Even if there's a small trace of familiarity of me or her former life, I'm going to get her out of there. I swear it.

The idea that frightens me though, is who else could they be bringing back? We lost a lot of people from our Games, and there's the uncountable number of deaths from the Rebellion. If they found Prim's DNA, what could stop them from bring back to life their whole army and use them to destroy the Government along with everything with it?

The morning to follow, I find the space behind me empty. I rise up slowly, my head slow and achy from lack of sleep, my stomach queasy. The sun barely creeps in through the small window of our rented room. I'm guessing it's about six in the morning. I slip on the boots next the bed and grab the jacket hung on a chair.

It's not really like Peeta to leave without telling me, so I begin worry. The bathroom is empty, so I steer toward the front door and open just halfway until I hit something.

"Ouch."

"Peeta, is that you?" I ask.

"Uh yeah. Just came out for some air," he says tiredly.

We step back into the room and Peeta goes straight toward the cabinets on the side of the room. He takes out a mug and fills the electric kettle with water from the sink. He turns it on and plays with the tea bag in his mug, without a single word.

"Did you sleep at all?" I ask.

Peeta sense the tone of my voice and looks back to face me.

"A little, but it was more than the night before," he reassures.

The bags ever present bags under his eyes are there, and his brows furrow, making him look anxious. "You had a nightmare didn't you?"

He shrugs, brushes hand in his messy waves of bed-head. I don't ask him to tell me what it's about, because I know if he wants to talk about it he will. He doesn't say anything, and continues to stall by asking if I want tea and grabbing a mug for me. He fills it with halfway boiled water and hands me mine. He says nothings and goes to sit on the edge of the bed. I take a sit next to him and take a sip of water. It stays quiet for a while.

"You know, I was the only one in my family, besides my father who liked to drink their tea plain," he says. "I guess you could say that we both appreciated tea the way it was. Sugar and honey drown out the real flavor." The ends of his lips curl up a bit and he takes a sip.

Empathetic me kicks in and I slowly reach for his free hand. As much as me finding out about Prim hurt, Peeta has his own loved ones who died. He turns his smile to me, and squeezes my hand back. After minutes of silence, I find the bit of words coming out of my mouth. " I like it this way too."

Although, something in this tea isn't sitting right with my stomach and I feel nauseous. I take a smell of the tea, but it's not the smell that's making me sick. A wave of nausea hits me.

"Hold this, will you?" I ask. Peeta takes the mug and watches confused as I rush to the bathroom. I flip the top and begin to throw up into the bowl of the toilet. I heave again and the contents burns my throat. I hear Peeta come to the bathroom, my face still in in the bowl.

"Katniss, are you alright?" He stoops down to my level and puts a hand on my back.

"I'm okay," I say as I wipe my mouth with my hand. I slowly stand up with him, and I begin to feel light-headed. "When are we supposed to go to meet up them?" I ask.

"At seven," Peeta replies.

"We better get ready then."

I walk away to find my other clothes, without another look at his face of his obvious concern.

...

The cool mountain air, wipes away all traces of sickness from my stomach. I take a deep breath for good measure. Peeta and I walk to the Nut, just like we do every day since we back to District 2. We'll go see Verges again, and then go to training again. We'll be doing this for a while, since I don't think we'll be going on anymore missions, because the little event in District 11.

I'm not happy with this. How am I supposed to find Prim if I'm stuck here?

"Morning," greets Verges as we enter her office.

Johanna sees us come in and raises a hand from her crossed arms to greet us.

I spot Haymitch with his back toward us. "What? No good morning?"

"Eh," says Haymitch. "A month's time isn't too long."

"He's just not in the mood because his favorite person is here," says Johanna.

Peeta and I raise eyebrows at the same time. "Who's you're favorite person, Haymitch?" Peeta asks.

Johanna answers for him. "Effie Trinket."

And speak of the devil, (I don't mean literally) Effie enters the room with all of her vivid glory. No one could be so out of placed in this mess.

"Goodness! You two have grown so much since… I don't recall the last time I saw you!" Her arms come around us both. She smiles with such joy, I almost feel like smiling. Almost, seeing this different looking Effie…

She's not completely dressed like I usually see her. Actually, if it wasn't for her high voice and peppy attitude, I wouldn't have recognized her. Her outfit in color is a bit toned-down, and her hair isn't exactly pink and frou-frou. Her big blonde hair is decorated with only a single small hat and her make-up and has toned down pretty drastically.

"Hi… Effie," Peeta says. "What are you doing here?"

She releases us. "I've been in the Capitol," she says. "Finding out some information for our general here," she says referring to Verges.

We both look back at her questionably. "You're a spy?"

"Absolutely, but not in the way you think. I'm not inside the organization's headquarters. I find out what is going on when they're out and about. I've been following Rosalind's tour."

"Wait a sec," Johanna says. "Were you there in District 11?"

"Yes dear, I was there."

My mind comes to the moment I saw my sister. I about to open my mouth to ask her what she knows about her, but I shut my mouth and think about what I'm doing. Am I risking something here, asking in front of Verges?

"Effie, do you know anything about the team she takes with her to the districts? You know, the uniformed group? A girl in that team, she-"

"Calm down, girl. You're interrogating her," says Haymitch.

"Now you mustn't ramble, Katniss. Please, ask me what you want to know."

I feel the eyes on me, and it nerve racking, but my want to know about my sister cuts through that. "Did you see my sister that day when Rosalind was shot?"

Effie's smile doesn't completely vanish, but it dims. "I know who you are referring to, and I can tell you that I only started seeing her when Rosalind was in District 11. She looks quite older now, doesn't she?"

"Yes… she does," I say barely audible.

Verges calls attention of everyone to herself. "What we'll be concentrating on at the moment is finding out more about the Organization's labs and promoting Paylor's campaign."

"She's running?" Peeta asks.

"She sort of has to, since the other guy was killed," Johanna says.

"Back to what we needed to say…" Verges resumes, "there's a few months until actual elections. What our goal is right now, is finding a way to prevent their regeneration of those who died. We have our multiple spies knowledgeable of where the labs are, and we think we will attempt to infiltrate them with our own squad of soldiers."

"But they'll be fully prepared for us, so we need a distraction," finishes Haymitch.

I do not like the sound of this. Sounds too familiar. "What kind of distraction?" I ask.

"We don't know yet. We'll have to get their attention somehow."

"We have our Commanding General on board with this as long as we find a way to infiltrate their headquarters without causing a full on war."

"That seems a bit imminent," says Johanna.

"We're going to try and we're going to have to destroy this from the inside," says Verges. "Before this blows up and we can't stop it."

...

Effie departs when we have to go to training. I hang around next Johanna at the range. It looks like she was born not to just wield an axe, but a gun too. Reload after reload, and our finger begin to feel sore. Johanna could keep going if she wanted to, but we both decide to take a break.

Peeta is with Haymitch on the other side of the room. I begin to wonder if Haymitch knows more than we do about this whole Revival thing. If Peeta is talking about his dream with him.

"Cousin, three o'clock," says Johanna.

I look in her direction and see Gale in a similar uniform to ours. I hadn't seen him since we got back from District 2. There are things I've been wanting to tell him since I found out about my sister. By look on his face, I guess he has something to say too.

"Johanna, Katniss," he greets. I see Johanna smirk, and by Gale's smile back I would think there was something going on between them two. He looks back at me like their exchange didn't happen. "Katniss, I need to talk you," he says.

"I'll go check out the guys' training over there," says Johanna. She lifts up and walks toward Peeta and Haymitch.

"Want to take a walk?" Gale asks.

I contemplate. There has to be something said, but the idea of talking things out with Gale sounds like something I going have a hard time doing. Even though, I will have to do this if I want to change things with him. Having him on my side would be an asset. Peeta wouldn't think anything suspicious if I went to talk with him, just because I told him about my link with him to Prim. "Sure."

We step outside of Training into an empty hall. We continue to walk in silence, and I'm the first to talk.

"You knew about Prim on the way to District 2," I state.

"Yes, I did," he answers. He watches me to see any sign of anger or of something. I guess that is what anyone would expect knowing me. But I'm not angry.

"Did you know about this when I said I saw her? Dr. Aurelius said you suggested my therapy."

"No, I didn't. We found out a lot when we questioned the soldier we caught in District 11."

"I'm not crazy, then," I say simply.

"No, you're not," he says. He looks down the opposite way to make sure this stays a private conversation. "Listen, I'm sorry about what's happening now. If-"

"It's not your fault, Gale." I say tiredly. He stops walking, as to understand what I'm saying. "It's not your fault what's happening now, and… it's not your fault what happened three years ago."

"Do you mean what you're saying? You could still have the grudge against me."

"I still have a bit, but you know, that will go away in time. I realize you were just doing what you thought was right… Coin was the one…"

"I get it," he says.

About a minute goes by without speaking, and I start to think we're done. I've reconciled with him as much as I wanted to. But a question comes to my mind.

"Gale," He looks at me. "What' going on between you and Johanna?"

A smirk flashes across his face and then it's straight again. "Nothing, Katniss."

"She's a bit older than you, isn't she?"

"Shut up, Katniss," he says with a returning smirk.

I'm about to release a laugh, when a cramp forms in my lower abdomen. It's so sudden a gasp noise comes out and I hinge.

"Katniss, what's wrong?"

"I don't know. I think it's just a cramp or something."

"Uh-huh…" He says. "Does this have anything to do with being sick?"

"I don't know. Well I've been feeling odd. I threw up this morning."

"No roses?"

"No," I say.

Gale furrows his brow in concentration, "Nausea, cramping… Katniss, I'm no expert, and I don't want to scare you, but…"

I already know what he's going to say. "No. There's no way that can happen." I state, sure of myself.

"If you're sure…" he says.

But the thought of the possibility makes me more and more nervous.

I sink to floor, rubbing my back against the wall. Gale looks worriedly at me, not sure what to do. My hands are shaking.

No, I can't be pregnant.

...

[Primrose]

"There so pretty, aren't they?" I ask.

"Sure, they're nice…" she says.

"If I could buy one, I may not even eat it. It would be just to look at it."

She smiles and looks through the bakery window with me. I see the smile slowly disappear in our reflection, and I squint my eyes to see through the glass. A boy behind the counter is looking at us.

"We should get going, Prim. Mother is probably wondering why we're taking so long."

"Katniss?"

"Come on Little Duck, we got to go," she says lightly as a distraction.

"Okay Katniss," I say as I hold her hand and we walk back to Seam.

The boy.

I don't know who he is but people I don't recognize pop up in these Katniss dreams all of the time. It just so happens though that this boy popped up a few times. My dreams never reveal his name. I just know he's tied to Katniss somehow. Friends. Enemies. I don't know.

Rosalind is in meetings most of the time, leaving my afternoons after training free. I usually find Cato. I know he doesn't like me too much personally, but we do have this sort of alliance. We share knowledge of what we know about the organization, and any flashbacks or stuff they we have about our past. Some days he completely shuts me out, and tells me he doesn't want to speak to me. I think he has really bad days or tantrums, so I leave him alone. The following day he is willing to talk to me.

One day in training, I am working on my archery and see Cato swinging a sword at the practice dummy. We try not to associate in training or where there are doctors or trainers. Cato says it is safer this way. Nobody will suspect us as conspirators.

The doors of the training room open and a few trainers and a line of young adults and older teenagers walk in. They are all dressed in the same thing I am in, and by the looks of their body language, these are not just mute, emotionless Revivals. I look to Cato again, and see that he is thinking the same thing.

I try not to appear interested in the new group and pretend to load my bow, because the others have not even glanced at the new group. Well, because they, themselves, are the zombie kind.

The newly arrived trainers speak in a demanding tone to the new Revivals. After, they disperse to different exercising equipment and begin training without missing a beat. A few take bows and shoot at the range beside me, but they do not acknowledge me. They are very focused on their training, and almost seem like the zombie-like Revivals anyway.

The next day of training is the same thing. I haven't heard one normal sentence come from these new Revivals, but I am certain they are not mute. I almost want to test them, although Revivals do not usually confront each other. I am certain that introducing myself to one of them will not work. It didn't work the first time I tried.

I take a bow from the range. It's is funny how it brings small flashbacks when I'm at the range. I stand with my practice arrows and bow beside a Revival that looks about my age, but different with her dark complexion and curly hair. I shoot a few arrows too look normal. To look like I'm not planning anything. I think that shoot at her target will get her attention, so I shoot one at her target. She acknowledges it, presses a button for a mechanical arm to move it out of her way, and continues to shoot.

It didn't work. She didn't acknowledge me at all. So I continue to shoot arrows in her way. She ignores me multiple times, having to stop practicing and remove the arrow. I begin to wonder if she even has emotions.

I shoot my last arrow in the bunch, and this time she turns to me, clearly irritated.

"Why do you keep doing that?"

It worked.

"You have your own target," she says trying to stay leveled.

"I'm sorry," I say sincerely. "I won't shoot anymore arrows in your way."

"…okay," she says. "I'm not shooting at yours, although I should since you've been taking my target."

"Sounds fair. I won't do it again."

"Okay," she says simply, and goes back to practicing. I leave the archery range with a small smile on my face. Now I will have a reason to speak to her.

That evening on the roof, I speak to Cato about my encounter with dark-haired girl. He doesn't smile like I do when I tell him story, but he never does anyway. Talking between other Revivals can lead to possible alliances. Like what Cato and I have.

"I know some of them," he says.

"You know some of the Revivals?" It comes to mind that he did tell me he met others. They had all been scattered for different missions at different bases or undercover.

"Oddly, the girl you talked to and a few others."

I stand up from sitting on the ledge. "They must remember you right?"

"Probably, but what can that do?"

"We can build alliances," I say almost excited.

He looks at me oddly. "We don't even know why they are here. Why would they all be gathered here? The organization is planning something with all of them here We don't know what that is."

"Well… maybe they know. And if they talk to us maybe we can find out. This could get us closer to finding out who we all really are."

Cato stays silent, continuing to sharpen his knife that he always has with him. "Is that your plan?" he says almost like a joke.

"Better than the nothing you came up with," I say.

He scowls at me, and his sharpening becomes more pronounced. "We'll go with your plan, but remember… the trainers, the doctors, Rosalind… they could be watching us."

"Right, I haven't forgotten," I say.

"Good," he says. He gets up and makes his usual abrupt departure back down stairs.

...

The following day in training when the trainers are concentrated on the weightlifting, I go straight up to the girl with from the day before. She looks at me cautiously as I approach. I almost want smile at how funny it seems.

"I just wanted to apologize again for before," I say making sure not to be too loud.

"It's alright," she says.

"What is your name?" I ask.

She looks at me warily again. "Number 1123," she says.

"I mean your worded name. You have one don't you?" I ask politely.

She nods. "It's Rue."

"Hi Rue, I'm Number 1216, also called Prim."

Her mouth turns to a subtle smile. "Hello Prim."

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