Hello(: Hope you like this chapter! Let me know what you think by reviewing! Thanks for all the views! :D.

Chapter 11- Buttercup

Katniss-

It's been a week since Peeta has practically been living at my house.

It's been a week since Gale came and had gone.

It's been a week, and I felt alive again.

We were lying in bed when he asked me, "You should ask for permission to go in to the woods".

I looked at my right to stare into those beautiful blue eyes.

"You think so?" I questioned.

"Yeah, I do. I mean, first of all the woods are like therapy, they calm you in every way, and second, I wouldn't mind eating fresh game once in a while."

I smiled at his comment.

It was true though, fresh game sounded delicious.

Last week I couldn't eat turkey since I couldn't hunt and the butcher's hadn't been completely rebuilt.

The only meat we had been the one supplied by the capital for Peeta, and that was all frozen to be kept preserved and we had finished it last week.

I finally nodded in approval and said "You're going to have to help me convince my doctor that I can handle a bow."

"No problem." He said before giving me a light peck on the lips.

We then got up and headed to make a call all the way to the Capital.

With Peeta's smooth words and a little of my pouting, my request was approved, but with the condition that I had to go meet a team of doctors sent from the capital that evening, and that's exactly what I did.

Peeta had tagged along with me at about 6 o'clock to go to the train station were the medics would be arriving.

After waiting for a long time we were about to go home to have supper, when we heard the rumble of the train approaching.

Out of the train stepped a group of three people, two women and one man.

"Hello Katniss, hello Peeta".

They said to us in a bright capital accent in union.

We smiled awkwardly at them and said hello also.

They introduced themselves to us.

The woman with dark straight hair with half of it shaved off was named Quinn, the man with the ginger hair and ears full of earrings was called Casper, and lastly the plump girl with the blonde curly hair and bright pink lipstick was named Beatrice.

They gestured us into the train where they had a little station set up.

They laid me down on a stretcher and did a couple tests on me, they monitored my vital signs and reminded me to take my pills, the ones that they later restocked me on.

They monitored Peeta as well and gave him his corresponding medicine.

After filling out their reports for my doctor they handed me a new black game bag, and two bows.

The one Beetee had created for me, and my old one.

I had tears of joy as I grasped the weapon created by my father's hands, I felt like I once again had a part of him.

I wondered how they got their hands on this bow since last I knew, it was in district thirteen, but I guess it doesn't matter; I had them in my hands once more.

Peeta carried the sheath of arrows for me, none explosive or fire, just regular old arrows.

The crew's last gift was to Peeta, a bag full of who knows what, he refused to open it until we got home, but I could hear some clinking metal so I figured it's probably baking supplies.

"That's a gift from Plutarch" they told him as they handed him the sack.

"Tell him I said thanks" he said.

When we arrived at my house it was too late for going hunting, so we decided to get started on dinner.

As the vegetable stew was cooking, Peeta dumped the content of his bag on the dining table and called me over to see.

I was right, they were baking supplies.

Peeta's expression was priceless, he was so glad that he hugged me right after I approached the table.

There was everything a baker could want, from cookie cutters to whisks.

Dyes of every color and essences used to flavor food of every flavor, from citrus to vanilla.

It even brought a deep circular tray to bake cakes in.

Peeta was ecstatic.

He would have baked the night away if I would have let him.

That night we slept with full bellies, and were warm since we were wrapped in each other's arms.

That morning I woke up to Peeta screaming in the living room downstairs.

I got out of bed as quickly as I could and I flew down the stairs.

I found him walking around a chair, with his hands twitching at his side.

Peeta always wakes up earlier than me.

I could smell bread baking in the oven; if Peeta wasn't acting so strange I would have been tempted to sneak a peek at the delicacies in the oven.

"Katniss" he said in a low growl.

I had to admit, I was terrified when he got like this, because I'm not sure what to expect, and I don't have a clue about what I'm supposed to do.

I turned right around and headed to the bathroom to get his pills.

When I returned he was gripping the chair so tightly his knuckles were losing color, and turning white.

I slipped the capsule in my pocket and slowly approached him.

"Peeta?" I said softly.

He looked up at me, his pupils dilated and said "Go away you mutt, you liar, you horrible creature!"

I tried hard not to weep, and just sunk to the floor against the nearest wall, watching him suffer, watching him fight with his own mind, and knowing I couldn't do anything made tears roll down my cheeks.

My feelings of disgust towards the capital were once again revived.

'Look at what they did to him!' I thought to myself.

I sat there and waited for this to pass.

I know he didn't mean to call me a mutt, but it still hurt coming from his lips.

After a while he too had sunk to the ground, and we both sat there, he stared at the ceiling and I stared at him, tear after tear streaking my face.

When he came to, he finally registered me, silently sobbing a couple of yards away from him.

He immediately made his way towards me saying "Katniss, Katniss, what happened?"

As he sat down next to me I had the sensation to run away from him.

As his hands made their way to brush my tears away, I flinched.

I swear I didn't mean to, but the effect was immediately reflected upon Peeta's face.

He looked miserable and asked me if he had attacked me or something and I reassured him he didn't.

"What did I say then?" He asked and in between sobs I told him that he called me a mutt.

He looked terribly sorry and hugged me until I calmed down.

Memories of our past flashed in my mind, and I could feel his hands around my neck.

After I stopped crying, Peeta got up and took the bread out of the oven, they were a little too dark but they weren't burnt.

Peeta tried everything to cheer me up, and eventually I stared joking around with him.

"Hey, how about we have breakfast in the woods? How does that sound?"

He was so cheerful, comparing him to me; you would have thought I had the episode.

"Okay" I said softly since I was okay, but I was still a little shaken up.

We packed up our breakfast and we were out the door, hand in hand, as if nothing had happened.

We were under a huge pine when he handed me a cheese bun, my favorite.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry about what I said to you this morning I-" I interrupted him by saying "I know you didn't me to. I'm sorry for acting this way."

For some strange reason his apology made me feel better.

I was fine.

After finishing our breakfast I said "Hey, I want to show you something."

After wrapping up everything I got up, helped him up and I guided him towards the lake, and the worn down house.

I rested our picnic basket in a rock near the shore of the lake when he grabbed my waist, turned me right around and kissed me.

We stood there a long while, kissing, under the warm sunlight, listening to the birds sing their sweet songs.

I felt like I was living a pleasant dream.

After chasing each other around in the lake like small children for a while, we went towards the old house to light a fire so we could dry up before returning to my house.

As I started pushing logs into the fire-place I heard a sharp hiss come from the inside of the gap.

I moved the logs aside and in the darkness I stared in to a pair of yellow eyes.

Familiar bright yellow eyes.

Buttercup.

"Stupid cat" I muttered to him as I pulled the cat out.

He was matted, smelled horrible and was very filthy.

He hissed at me after I plopped him on the ground next to me.

I suddenly felt miserable all over again.

I crouched right next to him and said softly "Prim isn't at home anymore. Coin killed her. She's dead."

The cat stared at my tears as they fell.

I think he understood something since his misshapen ears perked up at the sound of her name.

"I miss her too" I told Buttercup.

I wanted to fix this cat up, clean him, and bring him home, only because that's what Prim would have wanted.

Peeta came in with an armful of logs and took a look at me then at buttercup and didn't ask any questions.

And I was grateful. T

hat evening he helped me pamper Buttercup up.

We even tied Prim's old ribbon around his neck.

The cat wasn't too happy, but he made himself comfortable next to the fire-place.

"Thanks Peeta" I said as we sat on the couch once more.

I could feel his warmth as I rested my body against his side.

I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"For what?" He asked.

I felt his chest vibrate as he said that.

"For not leaving me" I reached up and kissed him.

"For being there with your warm arms ready to embrace me when I sobbing my heart out" I placed another kiss on his soft lips.

"I know I'm a handful. But thank you for staying with me" he kissed me and then said "Always Katniss, Always"