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Chapter 37
Watching and Waiting
I call Plutarch the moment I have a free minute at work using the outside block on the locker room's phone line.
"Plutarch, you said you wanted to save her?"
He sounds stunned, "yes…so you are going to help me?"
"In a way, I need you to get the best stylists, I mean really good, Darwin good" I reply
"Y'know I did get an application this morning" he says, "I was going to give them Two but they are insisting on Twelve"
"Do it" I say, "I am working on a plan"
"Can I know what this plan is?" he asks I can hear his eagerness and we don't need eagerness…right now we need finesse...and Peeta to use his brain.
"No, not yet, just do as I ask" I say, "if everything works then we will get both out"
"Both?" he asks and I hang up the phone
Yes both.
"You want to apply to work with the games emergency team?" Church looks up from her desk and paperwork, "why?"
"You have a new resident in emergency, and from what we talked about over the holidays they usually get the 'brigade' work, and Drimmel retired last year" I explain, John Drimmel was in charge of the emergency team in case the victors were extremely ill or injured he would patch them up before transport to the hospital or en route if need be, and if the tribute was in a real bad way he was allowed to take the case himself. If Peeta lives thru this I want him to have an ally in his recovery…and that's a big if right now. They should be hitting the capitol today midday. If Plutarch does his job then Peeta will be getting the equivalent to Darwin, him and his girl.
"I don't see why not, although you only work that halfway thru the games until then-" she starts
"Until then I will walk the newbie thru her paces I know" I finish her sentence
As stoic as my boss is her face cracks into a smirk as she waves me off and goes back to her paperwork.
I can't do much. I watch the parade tonight and I have to say whoever the stylists are that Plutarch assigned they have definitely made an impression. However Peeta did something more than what anyone would expect.
He took her hand and held it over their heads. Flames licking at them, bright and dangerous and wild. Yet the unity is akin to Tracer and Oliver. He will die for her despite her coolness to him, despite all that, my friend loves her dearly.
The phone rings and thankfully my line is always secure.
"Well done Plutarch they made an impression" I say calmly
"How did you know it was me? It could have been Snow, or your boss" he sounds startled
"Church doesn't call, she pages, and the president would rather not speak to me on friendly terms since his wife has gone to live a slightly more peaceful life in Four after her stroke." I explain
"Oh…I see…so what's the next step?" he asks eager to help
"I don't know yet, we can't do much until the games, we just have to hope the stylists know what they are doing and Haymitch can train them well" I reply
"Will you be needing me?" he asks
"I need your eyes in the training, and let me know what they do, what they are learning, pay attention to both of them Plutarch" I emphasize
"Right" he hangs up.
Flickerman has his specials but I tend to ignore them. I get paged a lot by Church and the new resident. Mostly Church because of the new resident, with Peeta's holding hand stunt it seemed to cause an upsurge of attempts and Jaqueline is just barely keeping her head above water. I walk into emergency with purpose and she is beside me within seconds. We are almost the same age if I was my real self but to them I'm twenty-two.
"They just don't stop coming in" she says getting wound up, "we're running out of space in ICU, and emergency! What happened?! I haven't had a chance to see what is going on with the games; the parade must have been upsetting"
"On the contrary, it was moving but not to the point of upsetting people" I reply
"Then what?" she asks
"It showed hope" I reply and we dive into the storm.