Authors Note at the end of the chapter! :)

They won't let me wear clothes. They said I have to stay in this hospital gown.

I back up against the wall, away from the nurse, scared of her touch. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you. You are allowed to leave with Finnick, but you have to stay in your gown." She says.

"W-why?" I whisper. I don't like this robe, the whole back is open, and because I'm only wearing my bra and underwear underneath you can see them, too. What If Finnick tries to attack me when he sees me wearing it?

"Just in case. Come with me, Finnick is outside. Here-" She tosses me a rope and I catch it gracefully, "Don't forget it."

I take a few steps toward her, testing myself, and eventually I make it out the door with the help of the rope. I see Finnick standing on the opposite side of the hall, and I freeze. "It's okay, he's not going to hurt you. Just focus on your knots…" I mumble to myself over and over. Finnick takes a few steps towards me.

"Hey Gemma, how are you doing today?" He asks.

I take a deep breath and I look up into his eyes, and surprisingly I don't feel scared, I feel comforted. There's something about those eyes that tell me he won't hurt me. "I'm Okay…" I whisper, more for myself then him.

"You know the way, right Finnick?" The nurse asks Finnick. He nods, and the nurse hands him a basket. "Have fun you two."

Finnick offers me his hand, but I slowly shake my head. "I-I'm not ready yet, I'm sorry." I whisper.

He smiles, but I can see the pain on his face, "It's fine. The beach room is just down this way." He begins to walk down the hall, and I follow along. "It's very cool, you know." He states, looking me up and down as we walk.

"I heard…" I say, smiling a little. I have to admit, from what Haymitch has told me it sounds great. "I just- They wouldn't let me wear clothes." I say.

He laughs a bit, "It's okay, really. I only got out of my robe a few days ago." I stop and freeze. "Gemma? What's wrong?" He asks me, standing in front of me.

I don't feel scared, and I don't feel a flashback or a memory coming on. I feel guilty. "I put you in there didn't I?" The voices in my head are silent.

"No, Gemma, you didn't." He says, bending his knees a little to reach my height.

I look up into his eyes again, "Yes I did! I know I did! You… You attacked me and I hurt you!" I all but scream.

"Sh, Gemma, no no no, you have it all wrong baby…" He whispers, his eyes searching my face for something.

"No I don't, I'm right!" I say.

"No… I never hurt you and you never hurt me. We love each other, we don't hurt each other…" He coos.

"Then what happen?" I ask him.

He takes a deep breath, "While you were… away… I tried to end my life a couple times… then after seeing you, and you were so scared of me… I went a bit crazy…" He says, with a tiny smile.

I slowly move my hand to his cheek… it doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt to touch him and I'm not scared. He isn't going to hurt me. "Why would you do that?" I whisper.

"I just love you so much, I couldn't bare to live without you…" He says.

Tears spring in my eyes, "But… but you don't love me… I have those memories and… and…"

"No, sweetheart, when you were away they changed your memories to try to make you scared of all of us, just like they did Peeta to Katniss…" He tells me.

I close my eyes, trying to think this over. Is he telling the truth? Or is he just feeding me lies. "I don't know if I believe you…" I say, still with my eyes close. I can't look at the pain on his face, I can't.

"You need to trust me, Gemma. I would never hurt you, ever."

I open my eyes again, looking at him. He looks older than he does in my memories… maybe it was the stress of me being gone. Maybe he's telling the truth. "There's something in my heart telling me to believe you, but then my brain has all this evidence that you hurt me in the past…" I tell him.

He takes my hand from his cheek, interlocking his fingers with mine. My eyes widen and I flinch, "Follow your heart, baby. I'm never going to hurt you. I'm going to protect you…" All I do is nod; I don't know what to say. He must take this as a good sign, because he takes simple steps down the hall, not saying a word.

Eventually, we make it to the beach room. I gasp when I see it, it's amazing. It looks just like district four, only instead of the beach circling a wavy ocean, the beach is encircling a calm lake. "Oh, Finnick…" I breath. This place helps… a lot. All kinds of good memories come rushing back to me, not the bad ones, and the voices in my mind are silent. This is the first time I've been completely quiet in my head. "They're… not talking…" I whisper.

"Who's not talking?" He says.

"T-the voices, in my head, they aren't saying anything… I remember good memories of us here…" I whisper again, taking in the beach. I stumble down onto the sand, falling onto my knees, running it through my fingers. It feels so good. It feels like home.

I feel him besides me, "Are you doing okay, so far?"

I look at him with tears in my eyes, "This is the first time I haven't felt scared around you, Finn." A big grin appears on his face, and he raises his hand, eyes asking for permission. I nod, and he pushes my messy hair out of my hair. This brings back another memory, one that I don't know if it's real or not. "Hey, Finnick?"

"Yeah?" He begins tying little knots in my hair, and I watch his fingers move as mine make knots in the rope.

"Before... the quell… all those days we spent together, did you ever braid my hair?" I ask him. I feel like it's one of the real, good memories, but I don't know.

He smiles, "That's true… I was always braiding your hair… do you remember that?" He asks me, and I watch him change the knots to braids.

"Yes, I do…" I say, a smile appears on my face. I scoot closer to him, so our legs are touching. It doesn't hurt, it doesn't burn, but it tingles. It's a good feeling, I like it.

We stay like that for a while, just sitting there. He braids my hair over and over, and I just play with the sand. Then I feel like I'm ready for something else.

I ever so slowly tilt my head down so it's leaning on his shoulder. I hear him gasp in surprise, and I jump away immediately. "What's wrong? I hurt you didn't I?"

He smiles, reaching his hand out for me. "No, you didn't! I was just surprised. But it's a good surprise. Come here…" I slide back to him, curling into him. He makes me feel safe here, not scared. That's when I realize he's telling the truth; he's going to protect me, not hurt me. He wraps his arms around me, whispering in my ear, "Are you afraid?"

"N-not of you… I think that you are going to help me, not hurt me." I whisper. I look up into his eyes, and they are filled with tears.

"Is that you, Gemma?" He asks me, eyes covering my face.

Now it's my time to cry, and I let a few slip down my cheeks. "I- I think it's me, Finn… there's something about being in this room with you that makes me feel like I'm at home… I'm not scared." He lets out a half laugh half sob kind of sound, and I look at him confused. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just so happy, baby… I thought you would never come back to me… I thought you would always be scared of me."

I smile for a second, but then it fades. "I don't know what I'm going to be like outside of this room, though, Finn… and around other people I'm a mess…"

"It's okay, we have forever to work on it. I'll live in this room with you, if I have to. I'm just so happy you're getting better. You can ask me about anything, you know that, right?"

Now with him saying this, I need to clarify something. My memories tell me that he's the father of Trixie, but it wasn't consensual. I don't think this is true, at all. But I don't know. "There is one thing…"

"What's that?" He asks.

"Are you the father of Trixie? My memories tell me you are… but it wasn't consensual…" I whisper. He doesn't say anything for a while, I just hear him crying quietly. "Finnick?"

"Why would they do that? Why would they make you think that I am a monster?" He mumbles to himself.

"No Finnick, I don't believe it… I don't think you would ever do that… but I need to know if you're really Trixie's father… I hear her call you daddy so I just want to know…" I tell him, tracing designs over his arms. I look down to my arms and chest, looking at all the scars. There are some new ones, but they are mostly the ones from my games, or so I think.

"No, I'm not Trixie's father. He left after you found out you were pregnant…" He says.

There's one other thing I need to know. I lift my shirt, revealing the smiley face scar. "And this… did you do this?"

He shakes his head, bringing his fingers down to trace it. "No, that happened during your games, but then Ky-" I let out a cry at his name. I remember Ky, everything about him. That's one thing they didn't change. "Sh, I'm sorry, it's okay."

I calm myself down, "No, no, I'm sorry…"

"Do you remember any good memories?" He asks me. I do, I do remember some. The first one that comes to my mind is one of my favorites.

"When I… Before my games, after training one morning, we were at lunch, and someone told you that I liked you… is that true?" I ask.

He laughs, "Yes that one's true. I'll never forget that."

I laugh with him, and he brings one of his fingers to my chin. He tilts my head up so I'm looking at him, and I question him with my eyes. That's when he does something unexpected. He kisses me.

I don't feel scared. I don't pull away.

I kiss him back, getting this weird feeling in my stomach.

And that's when I realize I don't want him to stop kissing me.

I just want more.

Well, Hey guys! I decided to write this note at the end instead of the beginning this time! xD

I'm sorry it's been forever since I've updated! But my family are gone home now, so I will try to get back into the swing of things.

I don't think there are going to be very many chapters left… I don't know the exact amount, but there won't be that many. Sooo, I'm taking suggestions as to what my next story should be! xD

I was thinking maybe something on Katniss/Peetas or Finnick/Annies children (But they've been done so many times, they're kind of boring after a while!) Or maybe something on the life of Clove and Cato. I think that Clato should have had a bigger role in the book, because they are so awesome, and because I think there is much more to their relationship than it seems. But yeah, if anyone has any ideas for my next story they are gladly appreciated!

Anyways, how did you like the chapter? I think that Gemma should get some kind of happier ending, because she's been through so much… so you'll just have to wait and see what happens to her.

Review! They fuel my writing!

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"Did you love Annie right away, Finnick?" "No, She crept up on me." I think this could actually be one of my favorite lines in the whole trilogy. I just love Finnie so much.