A/N:

Heyyyyyy! So listen I am soooooooooooooo sorry for not updating in forever, I'm horrible I know. This chapter will have a Peddie moment though and you find out who that mystery point of view was when Nina, Eddie and this mystery person had those dreams. So I hope the amount of stuff makes up for it? You're right probably not, I will try to update ASAP but as I said I cannot promise anything. Shout outs to all who reviewed, THANK YOU! You people absolutely made my day I love hearing from you guys. Next chapter will be the start of the games so get ready. This chapter is a little bit of a filler but you have to have these few things pointed out before they get trapped in the games. Remember review r your favorite characters might end up dead. Please?

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~writingmagic

Gemma's POV

"So you mean to tell me that all of that out there was because it suddenly occurred to you that we weren't actually married!" Patricia growled as she paced in front of Eddie, Jerome and I.

"Well… yes?" Eddie said slowly, flinching at Patricia's furious face.

"YOU KNEW THE WHOLE TIME WEASEL!" She yelled, Eddie got this kicked puppy look on his face as she continued to rant, but me… I was figuring out what had actually happened.

It slowly occurred to me that when Eddie freaked out and started hyperventilating on stage it was just after he had been staring into Patricia's eyes… what was it he used to say?

"Every time our eyes meet, I fall in love with her all over again Gemmalina, it's like looking into her eyes the first time again."

"You mean, the time she tripped you and woke you up and insulted Americans by saying we we're all like you?"

"Exactly."

Eddie was starting to remember.

"I've had enough of this drama. Good night, Trix. Gemma, Eddison." Jerome said, walking out of the room, he had his tie undone, his shoes in his hands and his hair looked like an afro, not that it would matter for long because in the morning they would prep us for the games.

"Night Jerry." Eddie called after his retreating figure. Patricia huffed in frustration before following her friend down the hall. Eddie shrugged at me and ruffled my hair that was now down and hanging in my face as he to left the room.

I remembered him leaving me in America to meet our dad.

I remember him coming home talking about how amazing dad is.

I remember him signing me up for a basketball summer camp in DC thinking it was just Eddie trying to make up for leaving me.

I remember him leaving before I came back from camp.

Most importantly I remember how many times he's lied to me, ignored me and abandoned me.

He's a lot more like dad than he thinks.

Eddie's POV

"You have to do this Eddie. You have to go in there, blend for a while and protect Gems and Yacker then you kill some people and get the two of them home safely. Not too hard." I continued to talk to myself in the mirror waiting for Portia and Jerome to get here but I guess I was an hour early.

Yacker is refusing to talk to me, Gemma looks hurt, and Jerome is smug because he never liked me and now neither do Patricia or Gemmalina. I have absolutely no clue why Gemma is mad. Even if she remembered she was never around me, I couldn't have done anything to her. I think.

I continued to try and come up with a reason for Gemma to be so mad but continuously drew a blank. She was avoiding me all this morning and prep started at 9. We had to be on our pedestals at exactly 10:59 am. Let the games begin.

"I'm walking in." I heard Patricia's voice from the other side of the wall. She walked over to where I stood in front of the mirror. I saw the red blotches on her cheeks that told me she had been crying.

"Yacker…" I said trailing off when I saw the tears spilling out of her green eyes again. Pooling over and running down her cheeks. I pulled her into my arms because Yacker never cries. Ever. So this is just going to be one of those times she needs me.

"Shhh." I whispered as she slowed down.

"Eddie?" She croaked out looking at me, eyes glistening with left over tears.

"I'm here Patricia. You're going to be okay, I promise."

"NO!" she yelled before pulling me down by my shirt neck and kissing me. "We're both going to be okay. Swear on it."

"I swear on it." I said smiling.

"You can go in there and play the hero, kill somebody, save our lives a few times. Then you're gonna come right back to me understand?"

"Yes your Yackerness." I mocked and she laughed, no more tears. Which was good, a crying Patricia meant the apocalypse was getting closer and I was already going to be stuck in the Hunger Games.

"I mean it Weasel." She said, punching my arm, I fake gasped and held my shoulder feigning pain where there was none.

We both fell back into the couch laughing. Ignoring the world and just being the teenagers we were supposed to be. Though I guess it couldn't last long.

"Osirian.

A daughter of dead, a son of Osiris

A day to fight, three more to find her

An escape by fourteen shall lead to a defeat

A line to walk to survive it

The chance to leave shall not be ignored

The Mockingjay must live on.

Osirian.

Find the Mockingjay."