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Peter and Katniss huddled in the cave, safe from the fact that they could now be killed off because the author had decided to go with Glato.

"Where did you get all this stuff again?" Katniss asked more calmly than when she'd first seen it all.

Peeta's cave was full of stuff; weapons of every kind, including a sniper rifle, and beds, food, water, anything you can imagine. Even a potato peeler!

Peter shrugged. "You know I have loads of sponsors?"

Katniss moved to sit next to Peeta, lying on the ground, his leg tied up and nodded.

"Yeah, well they got me all this. They think it'd be funny if I survive. I know I'm crap," Peeta admitted.

Katniss looked at his downcast face. "No Peter, you're brilliant. I wish I was you."

Peeta smiled. "You don't mean that."

"No I don't," she agreed. "Anyway, where can we get some food?"

Peter looked at the pile that Katniss had just devoured sadly. "Have to get someone to deliver something."

"How'd you get them to deliver it before?" Katniss asked.

Peeta sighed. "Oh, they gave me stuff when I talked about you. Like, when I fought Clove for you, when I masturbated to you."

Katniss' eyes widened, her face stretched in a forced grin, but she didn't comment.

"Yeah, when I pretended to fuck-"

Katniss swooped in and gave him a kiss to shut him up.

Peter's face registered shock.

A package dropped outside.

Katniss grinned. Yup, keep doing this romantic crap, and she'd be rolling in it!

Peter looked at her. "I love you."

Katniss nodded. "I know. Now go be a good lover and get that package!"

Peeta looked down at his leg. "Sorry Kat, legs really hurt-," she kissed him. "I'll get it, you sit down!" He insisted, before standing up and limping out to get it.

Ten minutes later, with Peeta lying on the ground, and Katniss feeding him food, packages were dropping like crazy.

"Here you go, Peter."

He took one look before turning his nose up. "That has plums in it. I don't want that!"

Katniss frowned. "You'll do what I say, you little stick!"

Peter turned his face away. "Make me!"

Katniss scooped some up, and forced a smile. "The train is coming, choo choo. Open up for it! It needs a tunnel!"

Peter looked at her suspiciously, before opening his mouth.

She shoved it in and gave him a kiss. "Good boy."

Peeta ate a lot more after that.

"Hey Katniss," Peeta had just been tricked into eating five packages of baby food and looked a little sick, but his eyes locked onto her. "Can you lie next to me?"

Katniss laughed nervously. "How would that look? Like we're getting cagey!"

"Please. I've never been touched by a girl."

She sighed. "Erm, fine, okay." She curled up next to him, realising that because Peter was dying of fever he was actually quite warm.

She put a hand on his chest, because she might as well get something out of this. She looked at Pee-

Gale watched the TV moodily.

He dumped some crappy stew into an old guys bowl before shoving him away.

"I want more, young man!" He demanded.

Gale looked down at him, still annoyed that Katniss was getting off with Peeta 'Bread' Mellark.

"Fuck off cobwebs! Stuff to do!" He shoved his ladle in the guy's face, causing him to fall.

"Can we turn that crap off?!" Gale cried, pointing at the screen.

Unfortunately, the Peacekeepers heard him. They walked up.

"Do you want to turn off Capitol demanded television?" One asked.

Gale went pale. "Well, no-"

"You just asked for that crap to be turned off!"

He nodded. "Yeah, but only because- I mean- we don't have to watch it all day!"

The Peacekeeper frowned. "True, but… wait, you're obviously not a Peeniss lover!"

Gale laughed. "That sounds like the thing I shove into girls!"

The Peacekeeper went red. "Hey, that shipping is sacred!"

"Why do you care if I hate it?"

The Peacekeepers opened their jackets to show their 'PeetaxKatniss' T-Shirts.

"Oh," Gale started. "Look, I didn't-"

"We hear you dissing them again, and we'll kill you."

Gale watched them walk away, before muttering:

"Gaylords…"

"What'd you say!?"

Gale turned as another group of Peacekeepers walked in, pointing at him.

"Err, stew's on the house, fuckers!" Gale threw the vat at them, before sprinting out of the door, and off to the woods.

"Peeniss hater! GET HIM!" Peeta's Dad shouted.

All of District 12 raced after Gale into the woods.

"It was getting dark outside and suddenly…"

Katniss waited with bated breath.

"A huge monster rose up from the ground, and made his way over to the 5'0 tall girl-"

"Peter, I'm nearly 5'2."

He waved a hand. "Okay, whatever. Anyway, he made his way up to the nearly 5'2 girl and…"

Katniss gasped. "What?"

"He cuddled her!" He wrapped his arms around her and rolled over, Katniss giggling unwillingly.

She looked at Peter looking down at her, and thought now would be a good time to kiss him. She tried to stop smiling, because Peter was actually quite… funny, if you accepted he was a little weird.

She kissed him, and this time she felt a little urge to keep it going, just a bit longer…

She felt, rather than heard the sound of the package.

Peter looked pissed off as Katniss scurried outside to get it. He'd been so close, working all the Peter charm on her…

She curled up next to him, holding out the extra food package they'd been given.

"Tell me about you and me, Peter. The first time you saw me?"

Peter sighed. "Well, first time I saw you, I was like 'Mum, Mum, is that an angel!?"

Katniss frowned. "That's from 'Spider-Man'."

"Don't make it not true," Peter responded. "No… it was very boring, me falling in love with you. First time I saw you, you had your braid in two instead of one, and you were hopping up and down, desperate to sing the Valley Song, you remember?" Katniss nodded. "Yeah, well, MockingJays only mimic those they like, the voices which catch them. I swear, every bird outside fell silent, and I knew I was fucked. You never sung again though…," Peeta sighed. "Never again… maybe for Gale, I don't know-"

"No," Katniss stated, touched by Peter's feelings. "Never again."

He swallowed. "After that, well, I followed you home every day after school."

"Err, okay-"

"Every day," Peeta repeated, looking at her. "I waited outside your window for hours-"

"Peter-"

"Hours… once it rained, but I stayed until I was called in for dinner."

Katniss looked away. "Bet your Mum cooked-"

"No, not mine. Yours."

Katniss sat up. "I never saw you!"

Peter nodded. "Yeah, one day my Dad asked me to ask your Mum if she'd like to go on a date with him-"

"Not surprised. My Mum's a hot piece of ass."

"Yeah, so I did, she said no, but I got dinner. Yum. You were there, but you didn't notice I was there."

Katniss racked her memory. Maybe it was true… it'd explain why Prim got free bread all the time…

"But, I'd have seen you-"

"Nope. You ignored me, and that hurt, but it was perfect to just see your face," he gushed. "You're so beauti-"

"Okay, let's go and hunt!" Katniss shot up. "We can talk there!"

Peter sat up. "Okay, sure, dying here, but why not?"

Cato and Glimmer rested against a tree.

Cato knew Glimmer was angry because they'd lost the meat they were after, and food supplies were getting low.

"We'll find more," Cato assured her. "Until then, tell me a bit more about yourself." He wanted to try and add the information to a poem he was still writing.

Glimmer raised her eyebrows. "Okay… let me think… I'd like to get married some time," she started, "maybe fill a house with kids, but it'd have to be someone special."

Cato didn't voice the view that he hadn't expected this; he'd learnt not to take Glimmer at face value.

"What do you plan to do if we win the games?" he asked.

She looked at him, before blushing and looking away. "I'll- I'll be a mentor. That's it, that's hwta I want to do."

"Don't you have to have a talent, or a hobby?"

Glimmer wrung her hands. "Yes, I do recall-"

"Go on, you can tell me."

Glimmer kept her eyes averted. "It's embarrassing."

Cato turned her face towards his and stared into her eyes.

"I'm a huge poetry loving wuss. Try me."

"You're not a wuss, you're just sensitive," she said.

"Please?"

Glimmer forced her head out of his hand. "I- my parents think it's stupid-"

"Who cares about those dickheads?" Cato asked.

She gave a nervous laugh, before blurting out.

"I want to act."

Cato stared at her, but it made sense; she was always looking for attention (Cato's new mission to provide it), and she seemed to hate her life, her parents, herself etc. Made sense she'd want to slip into another skin.

She looked at him. "But classic acting; Shakespeare."

"The guy with the beard?"

She smiled. "Him."

"You any good?" Cato asked.

Her eyes flashed. "I'm brilliant. I can remember every line, just like you with your poetry. Maybe I'll teach you."

Cato leant back. "Please, I have all the time in the world. The World is your stage." He gestured to the forest.

Glimmer looked away, before saying:

"By this hand, it will not kill a fly. But come, now I will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on disposition and, ask me what you will, I will grant it."

Cato smiled: her refined accent from life in District 1 fit the words perfectly, and her arrogance and vanity gave her words a very emotional edge.

She looked at him, a mocking smile on her face. "You were saying?"

"Then love me, Rosalind."

Her eyebrows went straight up, her mouth open slightly in surprise as Cato grinned back at her.

She looked away, before giving him a condescending smile.

"Yes, faith, will I, Fridays and Saturdays and all."

Cato moved his face into a more desperate expression, moving on his hands and knees towards her.

"And wilt thou have me?"

Glimmer stood up, looking down on him. "Aye, and twenty such."

Cato stood up defiantly. "What sayest thou?"

Glimmer moved her head towards him, smiling at him mockingly.

"Are you not good?"

Cato drew himself up. "I hope so."

Glimmer turned away, waving a hand. "Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?" She gestured at a true, meant to be Celia. "Come, sister, you shall be the priest and marry us." She turned back to a chuckling Cato. "Give me your hand, Orlando," Cato diligently gave his hand over for her to grasp. She turned back to the tree. "What do you say, sister?"

Cato moved in. "I think Celia has gone mute, Rosalind."

Glimmer looked at him. "Yes, I thin k you're right. So… will you have me?"

He nodded. "I will."

"Aye, but when?"

Cato frowned. "Why, now, as fast as she can marry us."

"Then you must say, 'I take thee, Rosalind, for wife'," she explained simply.

"I take thee, Rosalind, for wife."

"I might ask you for your commission," Glimmer waved a hand, "but I do take thee, Orlando for my husband."

"How generous of you," interjected Cato.

Glimmer laughed. "Oh, very good." She smiled up at him, her eyes shining. "I can't believe you know Shakespeare… actually, I can, come to think of it."

Cato smiled. "You know me."

"I think I'm beginning to…," she said. "So Cato, you never told me what you wanted to do if we won?"

He locked his eyes on her own, grey to emerald. "I want to go to the theatre and watch 'As You Like It'. I want to have a house, and fill it with children. I want to write my poetry in peace, and I want to read it to a girl who is not so far gone that she is irretrievable, because I'm staring at her right now."

Glimmer took a breath, gazing at him. "We could set up a place for that in the garden…," she finally whispered. "No blood, or knives or pain. You could teach me."

"I'd be glad to."

"And the children, they need to know about Robert Frost too," she stated earnestly.

Cato nodded. "You remember?"

"Not what he wrote," she replied, staring into his eyes.

"We'll have plenty of time to rectify that."

Glimmer almost choked when she smiled. "I don't want to be my parents."

Cato frowned mockingly. "Well, I don't give a fuck about fighting the Capitol, and I swear I'm not dick, so-"

She hugged him around the middle, resting her head on his chest.

"How many can we have?"

"As many as you want," Cato stated gently.

She looked up at him. "Three?"

"Make that five. We have a house to fill."

She smiled, burying her head into his body. "I can't get the picture of the Poetry corner out of my head."

He lifted her chin up with his had gently. "Then don't. It's our cause, our reason to fight." He looked into her eyes. "Something worth killing for."

She nodded, her face hardening.

Peter was too weak to go hunting, it transpired, so they stayed in the cave instead.

"Tell me," he coughed his face white and pallid, "what you're going to do with your victor's money?"

Katniss looked at him, concerned. She was starting to get attached to this caring Peter; Gale always went on about get-quick-rich schemes.

She thought, before it hit her. "Spend it on loads of Jennifer Lawrence stuff," Katniss gushed.

Peeta frowned. "You like her, right?"

"Yes!"

"More than 'Waterloo Road'?"

She nodded.

Peter thought about that. "Okay."

"I want to be her sister!"

He looked at her like she was mad. "Erm, you sure? Weirdo," he muttered.

She scowled. "Hark who's talking, Mr. Sit-In-A-Tree."

"At least that was for the love of my life, who is female! You have some gay love."

"Racist, gayist stalker!" She cried.

A package hit the ground; someone obviously liked Jennifer Lawrence. That, or they approved of Peeta sitting in trees, trying to catch a glimpse of Katniss naked.

"Tell me something happy," Peter asked, annoyed.

Katniss sighed, before falling back onto Peeta's arm. "Fine… did I tell you about when we got Prim's goat?"

"No, but it sounds fascinating."

"Right, okay… so Gale and I-"

"Gale?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, my tall, handsome, hunky second love interest."

Peeta scowled.

"So we were walking around town, and we had just strode into the back gardens of the town houses…" We saw this goat:

"Hey," Gale pointed. "That looks good."

And I pointed out this huge shoulder wound it had. (Peeta flinched next to her, but she ignored it.)

I said, "Good luck with that."

Gale to face me, grinning. "I have an idea!"

"This isn't one of those 'Get Rich Quick' ideas, is it?"

He smiled. "You say that like it's a bad thing!"

"Yeah, because the last one was so great!" I said sarcastically.

"Okay," he shrugged, "admittedly, the dolphin shaped exercise bike was not the best-"

"Oh, really? That one was gold! I mean, who doesn't want to-"

"Well, I, for one, would probably exercise more often if the experience was more like straddling a toothy, overly-peppy sea mammal." Gale flung his hands down. "I mean, inventing a stationary exercise bike shaped like a dolphin. The blowhole would be a drinking fountain. "Goodbye," risk of getting Type 2 Diabetes; "hello," becoming one step closer to achieving my childhood dream of being a marine life-imprisoning Sea World employee was GOLD!"

I just nodded. "Yeah, keep thinking that."

"Anyway," Gale pointed, "we can get that goat to make milk, and sell it off!"

I shrugged. "This wasn't too bad an idea."

"Thank you."

So we stole the goat and got it home. Turned out the damn thing didn't do milk.

"What a wasted investment!" Gale shouted. He scowled, before perking up. "Guess it's time for 'Miss Tress'."

"Dare I ask?"

"The greatest television show of all time hasn't been created yet," he exclaimed, spreading his hands in his vision, "and that's because it's in my head. Wouldn't you like to watch a Sex and the City-meets-Strangers with Candy-esque sitcom, in which the leading lady is a tacky, aging, bleach blonde, tanorexic, body glitter-covered hairstylist/sexual exhibitionist who meets guys on Craigslist Casual Encounters? But what happens when she wants one of these encounters to not be so casual, and falls for an unavailable man? There will be love. There will be perms. There will be lots of garish lingerie by Fredrick's of Hollywood. There will be a sassy gay shampoo boy, who double times as a sage best friend. There will be cat hair all over everything in this lady's apartment, and X-rated pictures of her on the Internet. Help me get Miss Tress on Capitol TV!"

"No," I stated firmly. "I thought we'd hit rock bottom with the dolphin bike, but this is worse."

"So," Katniss finished. "Gale went to start his show; it failed, obviously, and we kept the goat. We call her Lady now. More for Prim than me."

Peter was frowning. "This goat… you said you found her in town?"

"Yeah, behind a house."

"White, with a few black spots?"

"That's what I said," Katniss confirmed.

"That's my goat!" Peter cried.

She frowned. "Errr, no, it's not. We stole it from, from… ah… shit."

Peeta sat up. "What have you been doing to Throatripper?!"

"Who? We call her Lady," Katniss said simply.

"No uh. HE'S called Throatripper! He's a trained fighting goat! We made tons of money from him! But then, he was stolen, by you! We have to eat stale bread now, and one of my brothers died! Because of you!"

Katniss shrugged. "Sorry Pete."

"Not good enough."

She picked at her teeth. "Yeah, anyway… damn, if Gale knew about that, he'd go off making a fortune-"

Gale dragged Lady through the streets, with Prim dogging his heels.

"We're going to make tons of money from this stupid goat, then, we'll be rich and we can move to the Capitol!"

Prim shrugged. "I'm not sure. Where are we taking him again?"

Gale pushed past into the crowd of the fighting arena and started signing Throatripper up for the match.

Prim's eyes widened. "Are you sure about this? I'm not sure he can fight anymore!"

Gale led Lady into the Arena. "Sure I'm sure. I know what I'm doing!" he said happily.

Lady got into the Arena and looked around desperately. He hadn't been in a match for years now.

Recently he had been enjoying the good life, retirement if you will. He looked around as a goat charged him.

"Oooh!"

Gale covered Prim's eyes as Lady was speared on the horns of the other goat.

"Lady!" Prim screamed, pushing past Gale and running for the goat.

"Get back," Gale hissed, before running after her. "You're going to get yourself in trouble." He ran next to her as she hugged the dead goat, tears falling down her throat.

The Betters came up to Gale.

"Sorry, but now you have to pay up."

Gale jerked up. He licked his lips, "pay?" he asked nervously.

"Yeah, you owe us over 200,000 Capitol Credits."

Gale raised a hand. "When I said I'd pay, I meant if the outcome was in my favour." They moved forward. "Wait, I'll pay up! Just don't- wait, what's- no- NO!"

"Probably failed," Katniss remarked.

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