A/N: Alright, life has been keeping me pretty busy - can't write fanfiction and plan a wedding with my fiance all at the same time... but hey I'll try :D Anyway, we're into Catching Fire and some of the Victory Tour will intersect with Beetee and Wiress' lives in District Three. Then, of course, there's planning the rebellion before Clock Arena! Expect some changes to the plot of Catching Fire, but nothing too drastic from the main plot.


"Teslas, we're nearly there." Colin, a metal worker in one of the hardware manufacturing factories and one of the rebellion leaders said before the three ducked behind a cement apartment building as an improvised explosive device detonated on some Peacekeepers running down the street.

"Children -" Wiress gasped before taking off toward the Justice building. "STELLE! NOAH!"

"WIRESS, WAIT!" Beetee yelled tearing after his wife. He saw the black van with the seal of the Capitol pulling up to the rear of the Justice Building, but he knew portable pods could be placed nearby. "WIRESS, STOP! BE CAREFUL! PLEASE STOP!"

"It's ours! It's ours!" Colin yelled as Wiress unsheathed a small knife and began grappling with a man in a Peacekeeper's uniform. "Mrs. Tesla, they're ours!" Seeing the navy blue armband around the Peacekeeper's arm made Wiress drop her weapon.

"My children -" Wiress sobbed as she opened the back doors to the van. "Beetee!" Her wail cut through the air as the other rebels fell silent and surrounded the vehicle. Shaking, Beetee approached the back of the van.

"Hey, buddy, we're home." He whispered as he touched his son's shoulder. Noah was laying on one stretcher. Beside him was Estelle. The Capitol had cleaned Estelle's wounds. After the rebels took control of the train carrying the two Victors' children, they gently changed the children out of the hideous Capitol clothing and into their Engineering Academy uniforms.

"Noah - So proud, sweetie." Wiress whispered tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. His hair had grown a bit during the Games, however, the Capitol chose not to cut it after he arrived at the Training Center. "My star -" She whispered, her heart breaking knowing Estelle's eyes would never flutter at the sound of her nickname.

"Let's get them inside, hon." Beetee coaxed gently as he placed his hand on Wiress' shoulder. Heaving himself into the van, he made sure the straps on the gurneys were secure over his children. Pulling the black blankets up to their chins, Beetee helped Wiress into the van. Two rebels helped the Teslas take Estelle out of the van first. Beetee was at the head of the gurney while others grabbed the sides. Wiress guided the foot as they rolled it into the Justice building. After following the same procedure with Noah, they stood in the rotunda of the building with the mayor and one of the administrators who survived the firebombing of the Engineering Academy.

"Mr. and Mrs. Tesla -" The mayor began before shaking his head knowing words would never convey what he and the whole district felt. Embracing the Victors in a hug, he held them as they sobbed.

"We will never forget." The administrator whispered looking at the two children laying side by side looking as if they were asleep in their uniforms under their black blankets. He sighed and looked at Noah. "I would have taught Noah if he pursued Electrical Engineering." Beetee nodded.

"Did you ever see -" Wiress began. In spite of the situation, the administrator chuckled.

"Yes, I saw Noah and Estelle in my office several times during their time at the Academy. About a month into Noah's freshman year, I had to explain that silly-string wasn't typically used in lab demonstrations." Wiress and Beetee laughed through their tears. "He had to write an apology letter to the lab coordinator, but I think Estelle gave him more of an earful than I did."

"Yes, she often found out before we did -" Wiress began sniffling looking at her daughter.

"And I trusted she would pass the report on Noah's antics to you." Beetee nodded chuckling.

"I handed her the award for making the honor roll every semester at the Academy."

"We'd better let them in. I hear them." The mayor said hearing a camera crew approach the building.

"And here we are in District Three where the Capitol is honoring -" The Capitol reporter dressed flamboyantly in purple and yellow began before glancing at her cue card. "The District Three tributes of the Seventy Fourth Hunger Games -"

"Noah Terrimax Tesla and Estelle Wendy Tesla." Beetee said commandingly as he approached the reporter. He reached over and pulled the cue card from her hands.

"And you are -" She began as her eyes narrowed.

"I am the victor of the 40th Hunger Games. My wife is the victor of the 48th Hunger Games. I am Noah and Estelle's father." Beetee growled. "Move! Now! You two, come here!" He barked at the camera men who were exchanging nervous glances with each other while adjusting their Panem News Network polo shirts. "Come. I want you to see my son. My daughter." The room was silent as the cameras focus on Wiress who was standing over her children, tears silently rolling down her face. "They were both top students at the Engineering Academy. Noah's pranks landed him in detention, but they were strokes of genius. Estelle was a good big sister. Hard worker like her mother. She loved dressing up as much as she loved tinkering in our shed." Beetee paused. "They could've done great things for District Three. They could have invented inventions to benefit all citizens of Panem." Staring directly at the cameras, Beetee gestured to his children as the cameras zoomed in on their peaceful still faces. "But the Games took them. You took them away."