I hope that this chapter is good. I am working on getting less errors, and in exchange, I need more reviews. I know that more of you are reading this then the number of reviews I am getting for each chapter. Also,LyndseyRyder12 suggested the idea of having some quality Luke/Cato time, since Katniss and Liz have had some too. So I took her advice, and then...well, you'll said. Have a chapter!

"Luke...how did you get here? Why are you here?" I murmur.

"I need to be here for Prom, don't I? It's in 5 days. And the day after we head to the Capitol for the post Games interview."

"I almost forgot about that."

"Your almost as funny as you are pretty."

Luke takes a few slow steps toward me, and I see him. Well...this is where it got weird...

Luke's perfect blond hair turns white. His eyes turn yellow. And he steps slowly, and oh so seductively. He's transformed into Miklisho right before my eyes.

I blink a few times, trying to get this vision away. But it doesn't go away. This Miklisho version of Luke continues to step closer to me, and there is no sign of my vision clearing up anything for me.

He's inches away from me, and right when his lips come for mine, and his hand comes to my cheek, sending a chill down my spine I might add, I stop it,placing my hands on his toned chest. Has Luke always been this muscled?

"Do my parents know your here?" I ask, interupting his almost kiss.

"No." He replies.

"Do your parents know your here?" I continue.

"Yes." Luke says, rolling his eyes.

I cock my head and blink a few more times, and Luke looks like himself again.

"Why all the questions all of a sudden? Worried about something."

"Yes! How the hell did you get in here anyway?" I yell. I turn around, realizing I still have my school uniform on, including my white tank top. Actually...it's now my bloodstained tank top.

Luke gasps.

"She...SHE HIT YOU! I knew it! Liz, this isn't right! Your parents hit you again. And you say it's ! I know it isn't, and you must have no sense in your head to not DO something about this! Your supposed to be strong. Look at yourself Liz! This...this isn't strong at all.

"How?Did?You?Get?In?Here?" I ask, through clenched teeth, ignoring his accusations.

"Your mom isn't here. And I am going to give her, and your dad, a piece of my mind!"

"No!" I yell, but it's too late.

Luke walks out, and after about 30 seconds, I collapse onto my bed in tears. The front door slams, and my depression comes flooding back. I am going to get in so much touble. So is Luke. My parents...my dad...is going to kill him.

Cato POV-

I sit calmly at my desk, writing out Gale's paycheck. $250.00. It's worth is when you are securing your daughters safety. Thanks to Gale Hawthorne, I know nothing bad witll ever happen to her(A/N As long as Liz doesn't leak anything to her parents ;p) and nobody will ever get to her without me knowing about it (A/N HA! Luke is right there! I am a funny and cruel person. Mwahaha!).

Luke Mellark opens the door, slamming it shut behind him. I swivel around in my chair to face him.

"Where's Clove?" He growls.

I've never seen this side of him. I would like to say I enjoy this new fire in his eyes, although I really can't, because I am thorougly scared of this. His parents are either teaching him extremely well all of a sudden, or he is really really pissed off about something.

"I'm sorry Luke. Clove isn't here at the moment. May I take a message?"

He comes over and puts his fingertips on the arms of the chair, leaning in closer to my face. I lean back to not feel so intimidated.

"Yes. In fact, you can 'take a message'! Are you aware that your daughter is bleeding and upset right now, in her room, sobbing? Clove hit her. Again. Hard from the looks of it. And there is nothing being done to help her."

I keep my tone cool, hopefully calming down the boy.

"Luke, what would you suggest I do?"

"Stop hitting Liz! It isn't helping her. Whether you think it is or not."

"It's the way she learns. It exhibits fear within Liz, making her not want to repeat whatever we were hitting her about."

He realizes the chair and backs up a few feet. Good boy.

"And are you ever going to change that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you going to stop hitting her when there's a baby in her body? Because physical abuse to a pregnant woman can kill her as well as the fetus."

"That is quite the fact. I'll talk to Clove." I say, gulping down the lump forming in my throat.

"Fine." He growls, and turns on his heel, on his way back to Liz no doubt.

Too bad I'm not finished talking yet.

"Luke. Come back over here."

He returns to the room and I offer him a chair. He sits down and removes the scowl from his face.

"You seem a bit stressed. Is there something you want to talk about?"

"It's nothing, . Just a bit nervous."

"For what?"

"It's nothing. Really."

"I want you to be able to talk to me about anything that's on your mind. Your marrying my daughter Luke. That makes us family. And if there is one thing I have listened to Liz about, it's that a family needs to speak to one another in order to not kill each other. Though she said nothing about talking positively, I will talk to you as nicely as I can muster. As you well know, I'm not the nicest person all the time."

"I want to make your daughters Prom night the best that I can. But we don't have Prom back in District 12, and I have no idea what to do about it."

"First things first. Liz is going to be happy no matter what, as long as you come as her date and try to have fun. Don't get caught up in all the crap, and you know that with her and Tina Louve competing for Prom Queen, there will be."

"Agreed."

"Now, just because she will be happy just because you come, that really isn't the gentleman thing to do. If I were you, I would buy her a corsage."

"And that would be?"

I laugh a little bit. The boy truely is clueless. I was the same way when I was his age.

"A floral arrangement. Usually it's attached to a ribbon that you tie to the girls wrist."

"And how do I know what flowers to get for the corsage?"

"You'll have to find out what color her dress is."

"Ok...I'll have to ask Liz."

"She hasn't bought her dress yet. She said...Jason...is making it."

"Ok. I'll have to ask him."

"Secondly, Liz is going to be thrilled if she wins Prom Queen. If she asks you if you think she'll win, do not, under ANY circumstances, say no, It'll pysch her out, make her anxious, and that will ruin any plans the two of you have for the rest of the night."

"Um...sir? I don't intend to...do anything...with Liz."

"Hmm. Good choice. If I were you, I would, but that's fine. It's your choice, and Liz's too."

"But you told me on the train that if I got Liz pregnant before I was required to...you would...well, you'd kill me."

"Right on. That there, just a second ago, was a test. And you passed. Nice. I approve of you going to Prom with my daughter now."

I decide to put up another test. I fish my wallet out of my pocket, pulling out 20 dollars.

"Here. Use this to spend on the corsage, and whatever else you might need."

"Thank you. Your very generous. But I can't take your money. If I'm buying liz anything, I am going to buy it myself."

"I admire that about you Luke. Your a gentleman. And everything you do is so...so...sincere. There's the word. You always do things for yourself. Was that ring...-"

"Mine? I bought it myself it that's what you mean."

"She was sure surprised. A ring like that can't be cheap."

"I'd rather not reveal how much it cost. A gift is meant for thought, not cost. Am I right?"

"Precisely. But...how much...was it? I would like to know."

"4,000 dollars."

"Wow! Oh my word. The ring I used with Clove was 50 dollars. How did you get 4000 dollars?"

"I was saving it for a rainy day."

"Alright. That's fine. I'm done asking questions. Is there anything you want to ask me?"

"Yes actually. Why is everyone here so...physically disciplined?"

"It's just the way parents have taught their children for a long time. Clove aquired it from her parents, and my parents didn't discipline me, so we took her tactics."

"And you agree with them?"

"No. But when your married to a woman like Clove, you do what she says, and you don't ask questions unless you must."

"I see."

"I hope that you'll be a better father then I was. That way, you'll have a child that isn't so scary discliplined."

"You know -"

"Call me Cato."

"Alright...Cato...you know the first thing that Liz said to me when we met?"

"I do not. Please, tell me."

"She cussed me out."

"She didn't!"

"Oh, but she did. And she yelled at me for making her late for training. And I knew training was something she had passion about. True passion. I had never seen anyone be that passionate about going to the gym and learning. Much less a girl."

"She gets that from her mother you know."

"Not from you?"

"It's complicated. Clove and I are both very training and gym based, though we have different views. Clove is flexible. Agile. Thinner and lighter, which is to be expected. She trains with those skills. I am more brute strength, and that's normal for a boy. Liz learns the way her mother does mostly, though every once in a while she gets to be like me."

"She got violent on Marcus when he grabbed her around the neck. Flipped him right over her shoulder!"

"Yup. That's my little girl alright. My little girl that's getting has her own house. And is making babies soon. Oh my god! I am old."

"Your not old. We just have crappy government forcing 15 year old girls that have won the Hunger Games to get knocked up."

"Thank you! Someone who understands! So glad I am not the only one."

"Well, it's been nice chatting with you, but I should probably go make sure Liz hasn't bled to death."

"That's a good idea. We have medical supplies stocked in the medicine cabinet in her bathroom. The one off of the bedroom."

"I'll make sure she is well cared for."

"Thanks. And Luke...if you ever want to talk about anything with me, feel free. I am here to help you. And Liz. Make sure she knows that she can talk to me too. And her mother too. If she'll listen to you. She might be a bit sensitive at the moment about Clove. She usually is for a few days after Clove enforces one of her lessons."

Luke gets up and walks out. Back to Liz. I hope she's alright.

Luke POV-

I walk back into Liz's room. She's on the bed, face down.

"Liz. I'm back. And I'm not dead." I try.

No answer.

"Are you mad at me?"

No answer.

"Say something."

I decide to try something else.

"Alice is alive."

Nothing.

Now I understand that she's unconscious.

I go to the medicine cabinet and find everything I need. Bandages, wipes. Concealer. Concealer? What the heck is that doing in here? Oh. It's meant for making blemishes go away.

I know taking a girl's shirt off when she isn't awake to stop you is bad, but I am her future husband. And her dad did tell me to help her. So I gently remove her tank top, revealing the bruised and bloody skin. Her white bra is clasped around her still, so I gently undo that, leaving it on her, just unlatched.

I unpackage a wipe and start wiping the blood away from her back. Slowly, ever so slowly, the blood amount goes down, and everything else is exposed at scabbed wounds. I add some antibacterial gel and then work some concealer onto her back. The blemishes are covered, just like I know Liz would want.

And then she wakes up. Her eyelashes flutter, and I see her smile up at me.

She eyes me suspiciously when she sees her tank top in my hand.

"I'm not dead." I murmur.

"Good to know. What did you say to my mom?"

"I said nothing. She wasn't home. I spoke to your dad."

"That's worse."

"No. It was alright actually."

"What did you talk about?"

"It's a secret. You don't want to know."

"Guy stuff?"

"Husband stuff."

"Ok. I'm glad you came back. Where are your parents?"

"Probably with your mom. I haven't found my parents in a while, and with our luck, your mom and my parents are in the same place."

"Are Effie and Haymitch here too?"

"Nope. They are coming on Prom day."

"Great. More time with Effie. My mom is thinking of forbidding me from talking to Effie. And I'm sure she also thinks Haymitch is giving me beer."

"And is he?"

"Well yes, but I am not going to actually tell me mom that he is. That wouldn't be fun, now would it?"

"Of course not." I laugh.

I kiss her gently on the lips, and she stands up, ignoring the fact that she has no shirt on. We kiss a few more times, and then I settle her back down into a sitting position.

"You need rest." I say.

"No I don't. I'm fine."

"No your not. I need to go do something. By the time you wake up I'll be back. I promise."

"What do you need to do?"

"Just stuff for Prom."

"Maybe I can help."

"Not with this."

And then I push her back against her pillows.

"Can you get me a shirt out of my dresser drawer? Second one to the bottom."

I walk over and open the drawer. Wow. Liz has a lot of stuff in her drawers. The scariest...condoms. And like 4 boxes of them.

"Um..." I say stupidly.

"Wondering why I have condoms?"

"Yeah." I say, dumbfounded how she's so calm about this.

"A Career is always prepared."

"There's a lot in there."

"There's a lot of nerves I've heard. Lots of chances to mess up."

I pull out a purple tank top and hand it to Liz. She pulls it on and then settles back down against the pillows.

I come over and kiss her on the cheek. Then, like a father, I tuck her in, go to the door, turn out the light, and shut the door as I go off to my own plans.

Weird. But I know you all have something to say about it. So review, and let me know what you are thinking. Also, I am making up a contest. Since we all know Liz and Luke are getting married, there have to be speeches, right? So here's the contest. Make up a speech that someone would say at the wedding. it can be as long as you want. In fact, longer is better in my opinion. It can be Cato,Clove,Effie,Haymicth,Katniss,Peeta,Miklisho(if he were to be there for some reason), or someone else completely. I think this is going to be something fun, and I hope all of you will enter. You can submit your entry in a PM, or a review. Whichever is easier for you. But whether you enter the contest or not, YOU NEED TO REVIEW! Otherwise, I have no idea what any of you are thinking about this. You know the drill.