(A.N) Hope you like it!

Peeta POV

"Hey boys, I think Peeta needs a bit of help." Gale said. I squinted again as two men pushed by Gale and into the storage room to lift me roughly by the arms so that I was face to face with Gale. They didn't let me go as I struggled to get their hands off my arm.

Gale looked me over, poking his finger at my army jacket. Finally, he shook his head, laughing. "Look boys, it looks like Peeta's been playing dress up again." The boys holding me laughed, tightening their grips on my arms. "Did you really think you could help rescue Katniss? Leave this to the men, boy." Gale scorned.

"I want to get her back just as much as you, Gale;" I said, swallowing my anger. "And if you have at least a shred of love for Katniss left behind that black heart of yours, you'll let me help."

Gale gritted his teeth. Before looking away from me and nodding to the men. They released me, nearly shoving me away from them. They stood behind Gale, obviously intending to scare me.

But I wasn't scared; I knew that Gale couldn't lay a hand on me without hurting Katniss as well. And it seemed he knew it as well. As I struggled to my feet again, I could see how he clenched his fists so bad his knuckles turned white.

"Methers," Gale ordered; one of the boys behind him came back around to stand next to him. "Take Peeta to the armory, he's no use to us without a gun."

He turned sharply, and though I breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn't tormented me further, I couldn't help but wonder what he had in store for me if he needed me armed.

-Later-

I had a gun. And it was freaking huge.

The weight of it nearly knocked me over as I tried to hold it and fire.

Maybe it was just that I had spent the last months deteriorating, and wasting away, but they were much larger and heavier than I remembered.

Methers laughed at me as I tried to shoot, and missed. I felt like a baby as he helped me keep the gun aloft while I shot. At least that time I made it into the ring on the target.

I stayed in the shooting range for another few hours, working out and practicing shots. Finally I could shoot at least decently, and hit somewhere in the proximity of the target.

Finally, with sweat dripping down my back, I put the gun back in it's spot and asked Methers where I was going to be sleeping.

He laughed. "Where you came from buddy boy." It took me a moment to realize that they weren't going to give me a room, but let me sleep in the cargo room.

Methers was quietly laughing at me. he thought I would protest or complain, but I wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

"Fine, take me there." I said, gesturing at the door. Methers stopped laughing for a moment and regarded me seriously.

Finally, he spoke, and what he said surprised me, "How much do you love her?"

I knew, of course, who he was talking about. But I was confused as to why he cared.

"On a scale of 1 to 10? A billion." I looked at the ground. I felt the familiar tingle behind my eyes and bit the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from crying.

Methers nodded, like he expected my answer. "So does Gale." Suddenly, I didn't feel like crying. "But you know that already." He said again, like he expected me to snap at him for his stupidity. Of course I knew that Gale loved her too. "How far would you be willing to go for her?"

My head snapped up; was he really asking? Or was he playing with my emotions?

But when I looked at Methers, all I saw was genuine curiosity, and maybe even a little bit of sympathy.

"As far as I have to." I said. He nodded, still looking at me intently. He ran a hand over his shaved head before sighing.

"I think we would all, Peeta. She's the heart of the rebellion and without her we would all still be stuck in District 12, still offering someone up every year." He squeezed the nape of his neck and looked at the ceiling. "All I'm saying, Peeta, and please don't take this the wrong way; but you need to be able to go farther than far to get to her. Trust me." His eyes finally leveled to mine, and when I looked back, his coal black eyes burned a hole in my heart.

I wondered who it was he had lost, to pull that raw emotion, which I didn't even deserve, up from the empty hole of a soldier.

I nodded. "Farther than far."

Methers pulled the door open. "After you soldier." He said as I walked through.

(A.N) Next chapter will be all Katniss POV. See you next time!