Review Responses; melliemoo: I'm glad that you liked the sweet moments. I've noticed I don't do many of those in my fics and I'm not sure if they work well when I do. ;ColeMikeFuser: read more for your answer.; Elves are Awesome: I see where you are coming from, but Katniss was friendly with the Peacekeepers in the book and I kind of wanted to keep that at least until the Hob burned and the new Peacekeepers came in. Thank you all for your reviews. Enjoy!

Snowden's POV:

The morning dawns bright and early and the sun shines onto my face, naturally. It wakes me up which is unusual. I never wake up as the sun is rising, if I sleep at all. Since the Games, I have been having nightmares that have kept me up in the night. For the past few days, I have been waking in the middle of the night with dreams of Gale, Katniss, and Haymitch all being whipped mercilessly by Thread. Their blood stains the snow at my feet as I am being held by Peacekeepers. Some nights, I am the one holding the whip and Gale's flayed back is in my line of sight. That is usually the dream that I cannot recover from when I wake up from it. I need some way to alert Coin to Thread's presence here. I am not sure what he is doing here and I hope to hell that he doesn't remember me. I tried my best to stay out of his line of sight, but I thought I saw a hint of recognition in his eyes when he attempted to arrest me and Greasy Sae. And I know he wanted to beat me for my disobedience. But he didn't. Why?

A soft knock on our bedroom door wakes Gale and I get up to answer it, pulling a long shirt over myself before wrapping myself in a robe. Hazelle is standing outside the door, a cup of coffee in her hands which she places in my hands and leads me downstairs. Waiting for me in the living room are several crates from the Capitol. I look at Hazelle who must have seen them from Gale's house. I haven't wanted to be around people since the whipping and barely saving Sae from the fire. Gale has stayed with me, periodically checking in on Hazelle and the kids.

I walk over to one of the crates and find a letter from Effie, explaining what is in the crates. I know what is in the crates. The wedding dresses. In a few days is the wedding shoot. I never should have been selected for this mission. I've invested too much of myself to succeed. What made Coin think that I could do this? I am still young. Did she honestly think I wouldn't potentially fall in love? And Boggs, what is he thinking? He knows I accepted Gale's proposal. He knows that I have been trying to keep them in the loop as much as possible. But everything is happening so fast. I drink my coffee in silence and stand looking at the crates. Those crates are my future, unless I take Gale and his family and Katniss and her family and Haymitch and we run to Thirteen and Coin. But that would mean trouble for the District. If it gets out that I am a spy for Thirteen and the rebels, they will destroy the District just like they attempted to do with Thirteen. If we run, the people here die. They don't deserve that. I can't let them be the price for this war.

Hazelle and I shove the crates against the wall as Gale finally makes an appearance and he questions the crates. Hazelle smiles and says he cannot see them yet or risk bringing bad luck upon us as a couple. For some reason, this cheers me up, a little. I go back upstairs and get dressed. By the time I get back down, Gale and Hazelle are gone. I disappear into my study and sit in the chair and sigh as my troubles come back to me. I need to tell Boggs what is going on. I have to tell him about Thread. But my mail is likely to be monitored now. I can't send a letter to the safe house. Maybe I can slip one away with Cinna when he comes for the shoot. Cinna. I can send the letter to him. There would be nothing suspicious about sending a letter to my stylist, trying to get him to tell me about the procedures for the shoot. I pull out a piece of paper and start writing. Cinna will know what to do.

Thread's POV:

The Head Peacekeeper paced the floor, listening to the television and the news of revolts in Districts Four, Three, and Eight. But his mind wasn't on the revolts. The Peacekeepers there would be able to handle the dissenters. He was more worried about Snowden Caltrit. She had gotten in the way of the Black Market destruction. He doubted that she was telling the truth about the old woman. His source was positive that the Hob, as it used to be called, was a black market of sorts and that many of the poachers sold their goods there to try to scrounge up extra money for their families or trade for necessities. He had put an effective stop to that by burning the place.

Thread's mind went back to the female victor. She could have killed her fellow tribute. If she had, he wouldn't be in District Twelve now and keeping down trouble makers, like her. The president's orders concerning her disturbed Thread. President Snow had ordered she not be harmed in anyway. Any retaliation was to be passed onto the people around her, make them suffer for her deeds. It was cruel, but the president wasn't known to be kind to his enemies. The president also wasn't known for singling one person out for safety. If Thread were to have his way, he would have grabbed her in the night and tortured her for information and to find out who she really was. The records he had been able to find gave no evidence of a family by the name of Caltrit. Not to mention that she looked familiar.

To him, she resembled an attendant he had in his employ some years ago. That was impossible. She had died in an accident two years after her first day of work. Still, her snow gray eyes reminded him of her and if he thought about it, the president. Snowden was a mystery to him. He would have to ask the people about her. If he was right and she was the same woman, she would have much to answer for. But first, he would have to make sure she couldn't go anywhere.

Snowden's POV:

I sigh and look at the fence. I should be getting medicine for the kids. Posy caught the measles despite our houses being warm and should be safe from those sorts of things. Maybe it came with the rats on Parcel Day. The food Gale and I had won was rotten and infested with rats. Some people are eating the rats they can catch. It's better food than they've had in a while. No one dares go out into the woods anymore. I've warned Katniss away from them and Gale and I haven't bothered to go back in. We are both restless and that crate of wedding dresses in my living room hasn't done anything to improve my mood. If there was a chance that I could get this District to rebel, I would. Haymitch would be with me and then I could tell Gale what I am really into and get him to help me. I know he would.

I move towards the fence. I have two choices. I can stay here with Thread and his torture devices and a future dictated by the Capitol. Or I can leave now, get back to Thirteen and start planning an attack. It would start here in Twelve. Coal is needed in most of the other districts for their production. If the miners stop working, then the rest of the Districts stop. And then, all of Panem falls into rebellion. If I leave, I have to leave Gale behind. If I choose to take him, I have to take everyone with me. I don't know if I can get that many people to Thirteen. I have to go alone. I can't leave Gale a note. But I also can't stay here and create a life with Gale when that life wouldn't be real. I want a life with Gale that we create together, not one created by the Capitol. I have to go. I'm sure Gale can go to Katniss and get some medicine for Posy.

I walk up to the fence and reach for it. My fingers are inches away when my hair stands on end and I pull back. The pounding in my heart quiets just enough for me to hear the hum of electricity. The fence is alive with electricity and I am trapped. This is Thread's work. Thread and Snow's. They suspect that I am a rebel and they've locked me in the one place where I can do nothing against them. They have left me only one choice. I have to go along with them and what they want. But it won't be for long.

I turn and head home as the sun starts setting, stopping quickly to get the medicine for Posy. I hurry home as fast as I can. If the electricity is on, there is sure to be someone waiting for me when I get back. I've been gone all day. If they know about the poaching, they know that I would have tried getting out of the fence in an attempt to be somewhat free. In all actuality, I've been talking with Haymitch. He agrees that we are not in a good position but he is going to try to get word to Boggs for me. I just have to hold on until then. As I hurry home, the snow starts to fall and my stomach knots.

I turn the corner into Victor's Village and see the lights on in Gale's house. My house is dark, but that doesn't mean anything and it means everything. I walk up to Gale's house and walk in. Everyone is gathered in the kitchen. Everyone except Posy who is on bed rest. Gale gets up from the table and walks over to me and takes me in his arms and kisses me. I can feel the message he's conveying. He thinks I've been in the woods as well. We break the kiss and I see Haymitch eating some stew and playing, or attempting to play, with Rory some game he learned in school. Hazelle is by the stove, serving a bowl of stew for Posy. In the middle of it all are three Peacekeepers, two men and a woman.

"Hello," I greet as calmly as I can. I am anything but calm now as my mind begins to come up with possible reasons why there are three Peacekeepers in my husband's kitchen.

"Head Peacekeeper Thread sent us with a message for you." The woman says.

"They've been waiting a long time." Gale says as he steers me to the table and places me in front of a bowl of stew.

"Where have you been, Miss Caltrit?" The woman interrupts.

"Walking." I answer. "And I had to get this for my future sister-in-law." I pull the medicine from my pocket and hand it to Hazelle. "Mrs. Everdeen said three times a day and the measles should be gone. If not, she said she could get us some more." Hazelle smiles a tight smile, grabs the bowl of food and disappears upstairs. Rory follows her, eager to be out of the presence of the Peacekeepers in the vicinity.

"It took you hours just to get medicine." Haymitch picks at me and I glare.

"Maybe I am a little nervous and I needed to clear my head. The wedding dresses came in a few days ago and I got giddy. So I took a walk. Not like I'm getting cold feet though." I say and look at Gale lovingly, trying to forget about the Peacekeepers in the room.

"Sure you're not getting cold feet." Haymitch laughs. I turn red. So, he knows that I wanted to run and now he knows that I can't. I couldn't have planned it better, not without fear of the house being bugged.

I pretend like a suddenly remember the Peacekeepers and look at them. "You mentioned a message for me."

"More like an invitation." The woman says and I feel my heart stop. Gale steps closer to me and I try to pick up my spoon.

"Oh?" I say and try not to let my fear show.

"Yes, we are to escort you to his house so you may dine with him this evening and in the morning." Kill me more likely. That means he suspects that I am the same woman who was supposed to have died in an accident. According to reports, I fell down an open sewer that some Avoxs were working on.

"I'm not dressed for such an occasion." I try. I have to get out of this.

"That is quite alright. He would just like to show kindness to a hero." My heart stops and my stomach plummets to the floor. I am as good as dead.

"Don't keep her out too late." Haymitch says as I shakily get to my feet. "She has her wedding shoot tomorrow and she needs to be ready early." The woman nods and I am ushered out of the house by the two men into a squad of Peacekeepers I hadn't seen when I walked up. They must have been in my house waiting to ambush me there. I have to force myself not to look back and see Gale standing at the open door, watching as we disappear into the falling snow.

Another Thread and Snowden encounter next chapter. Thanks for reading and please review.