Sorry this Chapter is so short it just felt complete and I wanted to leave the next training day into a seperate chapter. Check back soon for more. Hope you enjoy and please review. I would like to get some feedback.

Suzanne Collins owns Hunger Games

It's 7pm and all of us settle into the living room to catch the evening news. I personally would prefer not to watch it at all but I seem to be outnumbered so I just hold my piece. Cinna is about the only other one who looks as uncomfortable about tonight's broadcast as I do. It's just one more reason to love Cinna and that list is very long.

The newscaster is marching around the streets of the capitol interviewing citizens about their opinions and predictions on this years Hunger Games. The street she is on right now must be a very busy one. There are flashy business signs blinking behind her, many people holding drinks and I think I even see confetti floating in the air behind her. A number of the citizens look inebriated and they are all smiling, laughing and shoving each other to get in the background of the camera's shot.

The newscaster says looking into the camera, "Hello, I'm Meredith Day and we are here reporting live on Flickerman Avenue, one of the Capitols most famous party strips for Hunger Games viewing. I'm here with a large group of Hunger Games fans who have come out to show their support for their favorite Tributes. Sir, do you have a tribute you're rooting for?" she asks one of the rowdy group members as she places the microphone up to his mouth.

"Yes," and he shouts the rest with his arms raised for victory turning to stir up the crowd that's gathered "last year's winner, VICTOR KATNISS!" After he shouts my name on TV I can't help but feel embarrassed and I look down to hide my blush. Effie squeaks with excitement and praise. Also to my surprise most of the crowd is cheering with the drunken Hunger Games fan.

But not the whole crowd, there is some booing and Meredith brings the microphone over to one of the loudest. "Have you placed your bet yet?" she asks the man.

"Absolutely! Lee from 4, she's going to dominate this year from start to finish!" he says. Then there is more hooting and hollering from the crowd. Sad part is I agree. She's the one with the plan; it wasn't my idea to band against the Careers. And if this works, with the Career pack gone, she's easily going to be my greatest threat. Cinna must notice the solemn look on my face because he places his hand on my knee and gives me a reassuring look.

Meredith continues through the crowd asking the patrons who they have come out in support for. Most of the responses from the crowd show they are either in support of me or Galilee, or Lee as everyone seems to call her. There were a few other names mixed in between, mostly for the male Careers Leevin and Boe whose stars don't shine as bright as mine or Lee's but lets face it, they are not to be counted out. They are both 18 year old trained volunteers from Districts that have a long history of winning this event.

The rest of the news I hardly pay attention to. The anchormen in the studio talk about where citizens can place their bets and list a number of bars that will be broadcasting live coverage 24/7. Then the news anchor does say something that catches my ear. He talks about shortages in an electronic device from District 3 citing that graphite has been hard to come by since District 13's demise. Another shortage is apples in oranges from District 11 citing a drought that has destroyed much of the crops. Could this be true I wonder. Were these real events that caused the Capitol shortages or is there something more to these stories? Are Districts 3 and 11 rebelling?

I think back to the last night on the Victory tour when I saw in Mayor Undersee's office, footage of District 8's uprising. I saw the clothing factory burning and people in the streets allied with each other against the Peacekeepers. I never found out what happened in District 8 afterwards. Considering we have two Tributes from 8 I'm assuming the uprising was quelled and the District is once again firmly under Capitol control. Have similar uprisings gone on in Districts 3 and 11? Or any other Districts for that matter?

I continue to think about this for the rest of the night, not that it will do me any good. Even if all of Panem rebelled against the Capitol it wouldn't be in time to stop this year's Hunger Games. If plans go the way I'm hoping, I will be dead in a couple of weeks' time and Rory will be home in 12. But I cling to the hope that this time next year there won't be any Reaping. There won't be a Hunger Games. And my sister will be safe from the Capitol.

After the news I decide it should be time I go to bed. Rory and I would like to get to training early again tomorrow. I'm sure Lee will be there early as well and I want to know how far she managed to get convincing other Tributes to join our pack. Rory and I will have a lot of work to do tomorrow ourselves. It's that last day that we will be training as a large group so we must speak to and convince the Tributes from 8 and 10. Plus possibly a couple more if Lee hasn't managed to get all of hers done. It's easier for Rory and me to move around the gym freely. We're loners together I guess you could say, but Lee has been near Navy so much at least early on, that the careers have assumed she's with them. If they catch her consistently speaking with other Tributes they are going to know something is up.

The team gets up and begins to disperse. I walk over to Cinna and give him a great big hug and he returns it. He rests his chin on top of my head as I enjoy the smell of his cologne. After a few seconds Cinna uses his thumb and finger to lift my face up to meet his, quietly he says, "I'm still betting on you, Girl on Fire" and he makes his way out the door with Portia.

I say good night to everybody and tell Rory I'll see him bright and early in the morning, then I grab Peeta's hand and we head off to my room together. I don't want to spend another night alone in the Capitol. I don't have enough time left in my life to remain mad at anyone for long.

After Peeta and I finish getting ready and crawl into bed Peeta asks, "So how did training really go today? There had to be more than what you said."

"No, honest. It's pretty much the same as you remember it last year. Careers being intimidating, and the others pretty much just trying to hold it together. I have to admit though when I'm at the bow station I kind of feel like a Career. A lot of the other Tributes they just gawk and stare and the Careers seem to get pissed they're not the only ones who are intimidating." I tell him.

He puts his arm around me and I nuzzle into it enjoying the comfort. "You know, I'm proud of you. You, Katniss, are my hero. I know you're here for all the right reasons. It was selfish of me to be mad at you for volunteering for your sister. If I had a little brother I hope that I would do the same" he says.

I look up into his blue eyes and say "You would, and I would probably be just as mad as you were. But like you, I would eventually understand why and support you…and want you to come home."

"I love you Katniss" Peeta says as he slides himself down under the comforter setting up the position that we most often use when we sleep together. He isn't looking into my eyes any longer letting me know he doesn't expect a response to his declaration of love. He is just on his side with his arm held up waiting for me to place my back to him so he can lie down holding me.

I have feelings for Peeta I know, even strong ones. But is it love? I don't know. Since the Victory tour I never really gave it much thought. There was no point really, because what I thought I wanted, the Capitol would never let me have anyway. So I gave into the 'Star Crossed Lovers' charade with Peeta. We became engaged to be married, we began acting out a heavy romance, and I am certain even that I would have had to have kids with Peeta. I love kids, but I never wanted them because of the Hunger Games. But I would have done it, all of it to spare Prim, my Mother, and the rest of the District the pain my berries incident seemed to have caused. But what I never expected is that where I was once acting a part, now I am experiencing the emotions genuinely.

I slide my back into Peeta and his strong arm embraces my body protecting me from my nightmares. In his arms I feel comfort, love and safety. The safety part may be an illusion but I am thankful for it because I have not felt safe very much over the last year, and when I have it's normally been in his arms. I don't say I love you back. I'm confused still, or maybe I'm just stubborn but he's patient with me. I entwine my fingers in with his and we drift of to sleep.