Welcome all to Chapter, let's start with the disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games or any of the characters.

This story will updated every Saturday.

Now without further ado here's Chapter Two.

I turned Prince Peeta around and bounded his wrists behind his back with rope. I had made sure to tie the knot tightly, it was to make him understand that I meant business. With a push towards the door and an order in a firm voice to move, I led him out though the front door. As before, he didn't struggle or try to escape, he only walked on the steps of the porch, just as the remainder of my comrades arrived on the scene. They were watching me in shock, their gazes soon turned over to my hostage.

I looked at them all, my leader's gaze piercing into their very hearts, and with a clear, firm voice I announced the words I thought I would never be able to utter, "This is the so-called Prince Peeta of Panem. Son of Coriolanus and Alma. And he is now our hostage."

It took a moment for the words to sink in before my comrades erupted in cheers, their words melding together into an incomprehensible sound. I led the Prince towards them, receiving words of congratulations and slaps on the back. This was a step towards the peace of our country and though it was only a step it was a time to celebrate.

Gale gave me a quick smirk, as he walked towards me and saluted, "Permission to take him back to base, ma'am?" He asked me, a bit too formally.

I granted him a slight nod and a quick, "Permission granted."

He glared at the Prince and began yelling at him to keep moving. I laughed lightly at the sight, Gale wasn't one for subtly, but my laugh quickly faded when Peeta's words clouded my thoughts.

Though I do not want to have this title. What could he have meant by that? I was always under the impression that Snow and Coin's son was almost as unkind and cruel as his parents, that he didn't give a damn about anyone but himself. I had believed that without any doubt, but now that I had met him, I was beginning to doubt this opinion. The only way to understand a person was to get to know them - so why had I judged the Prince without knowing him. Surely he had to be like his parents, otherwise we will start doubting ourselves. The idea that he was someone other than who I had believed him to be with unthinkable, even now. If it hadn't been for the rest of my unit arriving so quickly, I might have been able to ask him and maybe understand what this Prince had meant. But now I didn't understand him at all.

"Katniss?" Cinna's calm voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked into his kind, fatherly gaze. Confusion still clouded my own eyes. "You should be proud of yourself. Your father would have been." Cinna smiled softly, his own pride for me was noticeable in his eyes.

He was right, of course, my father would have been very proud of me. I accomplished a goal that he had been unable to complete for almost fifteen years. I almost heard his words of praise in my ear. "Good job little mockingjay. I wouldn't have changed a thing. You were quick on your feet. Not everyone can notice the presence of more than one person in a seemingly unoccupied house.

I smiled at the thought before turning my head, my eyes flicking back to Cinna, "You're right. He would have been very proud."

I suddenly felt eyes gazing at me. I turned my head over to my comrades who were currently staring at us, they were similar to an audience that wasn't needed. Out of embarrassment or something more, I began barking out orders, "Stop standing around. I want this house searched from top to bottom. There may be more people hiding inside. People who are probably armed. Report back to-"

"There's no one else there but my escort and myself." My hostage interrupted.

A gasp escaped from several of my comrades, many of them appeared shocked. And why not, no one interrupted a high ranking comrade. Not even a comrade of the same rank. I glared at him. Who did he think he was? In our eyes he was nothing more than a fake prince who was spoiled the way none of us could ever dream. Not to mention he was also a hostage, who we were going to exploit as the main pawn in our cause to arrest his parents.

My glare bared into him as I spoke the words again, "I want this house searched. There may be more people, armed people, inside," I turned my attention to four comrades, "You four. Get into the house and search. Meet up at the base in an hour." All of them nodded, carefully entering the seemingly empty building.

"The rest of you back to base." I ordered, making my way back to base without waiting for the others, though Cinna was at my side in a second. The man was quick, I'd give him that.

He didn't say a word as we walked but I could tell what was going through his head, "I will not calm down." I muttered, a slightly annoyed sigh was mixed in with my tone.

"I understand that, but unlike what you did in the house, your father would dislike that his eldest daughter was yelling commands to her comrades the way a strict leader would. And you, Katniss Everdeen, are no strict leader."

As always, his words stung at my heart. Yes, my father would dislike seeing me strict - but he'd understand why, and he'd still be proud of my accomplishments. I allowed myself to calm down and regain my usual attitude, it would have worked had our female hostage had not at that moment decided to banshee scream her head off.

"Where do you think you are taking me?!" She cried in a loud, shrill voice. "I demand you to release me immediately!"

Leferee walked up to her and tried to calm her down, "Ma'am we can't release you, you are a hostage and you can't change that. Now please calm down." she said the words in a gentle tone but that still didn't stop the woman from continuing to yell.

"If I'm a hostage then I demand to know where we are going and what you plan to do to us!" Every comrade groaned, including myself. Why couldn't she just have stayed quiet?

Gale marched straight up to her, making her jump. His scarred face had probably frightened her, "What happened to your face?" my normal passive cousin glared at the woman. Oh no. That was not a question you wanted to utter when around Gale. Any mention of his scars from someone other than myself and he gets hostile.

"The same thing that will happen to you if you don't shut your mouth." He almost growled the words.

"But I demand to know-"

The woman abruptly stopped talking when Gale hit her with the blunt of his knife, "Finally. Get used to the quiet comrades because once she wakes up, we won't have it for weeks." Some of our comrades chuckled as we continued back to base, the tension that had built slowly dissipated, with Gale now carrying the unconscious woman.

"We should begin with simple questions. I'd rather not have him be uncooperative with his answers." I instructed Gale as we made our way down the steps of the Firebird to the holding cell in which Prince Peeta was being held guard.

"I understand that, Katniss, but we need information out of him, even if I have to force it out." he explained in a hushed whisper.

I sighed, I knew what he meant. I could tell this boy wasn't one to give out sensitive information without extreme measures being taken. The fact that he didn't try to escape or yell when I captured him, made me think that he would never break. Most people from the Capitol usually tried to escape us if we set out to capture them, or they would put up a fight, or something to get away from us. But not this boy, not this so-called Prince. He didn't do anything to escape. He had allowed me to bind him and imprison him without a word.

The guards at the bottom of the steps stood at attention as me and Gale passed them and entered the cell. It was small. The either room consisted of a single bed, a table and chair and a water basin with a mirror hanging above it. There was also a window that was big enough to look through, but not large enough to escape out of.

Prince Peeta was staring out of this window. He had changed out of his District Ten clothes and into a loose shirt, baggy pants and plain shoes all in a dull grey colour. The clothes he wore were usually worn by our Healers but since we always had extras lying around we also used them for dressing our hostages and prisoners.

The rope around his hands had been replaced by iron handcuffs. They were inescapable, even our most experienced lock pickers could not break out of them.

We had sat down in the little area in front of his cell when Prince Peeta turned his blue eyes towards us. There was no fear there, just a look of curiosity. Maybe he was wondering what we would do to him or what we would say?

"Sit down, Your Highness." Gale said in a mocking voice.

Peeta looked at Gale. "Please don't call me that. I am no prince even in your eyes." His words got to me again. He said it the same why he had said that he didn't want his title.

I glanced over at Gale. He didn't look as stunned as I did. "No you're not a prince in our eyes. In fact I think the only people who think you're a prince are the ones in the Capital and maybe your parents. No one else in Panem believes you're a prince."

"I know that." Peeta replied in a calm, unfazed voice.

"Now that we have that over with, why don't we start questioning him." the tone of my voice indicated that Gale should be silent.

Gale rolled his eyes, watching Peeta closely as the young man set the chair in front of us and sat down, "Let's begin shall we?"

A slight nod came from my hostage, "I will answer anything you ask of me. I dislike lying to people."

"Well that will make this go easier for all of us." I turned the ring of my communicator to fall on the record setting and tapped the small bird, "Questioning of Hostage 558 on July 17th, 771 ADY. Questioners Leader Katniss Arella Everdeen."

"And Head Commander Gale Andrew Hawthrone." Gale said in a professional tone.

I turned to Peeta, "The first few questions are common for everyone. Bare will us. State your name and titles for the record."

Peeta nodded, saying in a clear voice, "Prince Peeta Benjamin Mellark. Lord of the Eleven Districts and Prince of all Panem."

Gale scoffed a little at that, before I continued the basic questions, "Your age."

"17."

"The exact date of your birth."

"May 8th, 754 ADY."

"Why were you in District Ten on 16th of July?" This was the start of the more difficult questions, most didn't answer these.

Peeta was calm when he answered, "I go on a three week holiday to a random District to observe how each works and what they bring to all of Panem. They have been annual trips I have undertaken since I was ten. This year I was visiting District Ten to observe how it operates."

I rolled my eyes. Sounds more like a clever way to get this sheltered Prince out of the Capital for a few weeks... though why there was no sighting of this until today is a mystery? I growled interiorly at the thought, and my curiosity got the better of me, I decided to ask that very question, "Why haven't there been any sightings of you until now?"

That question caught him off guard, "I suppose it's due to the work of my bodyguard."

Gale and I exchanged glances. We had nothing on file about Peeta having a bodyguard, only his escort, "Who is this bodyguard?"

"He's a peacekeeper by the name of Abernathy." he explained.

Shock filled both mine and Gale's eyes. "Haymitch Abernathy?" Gale asked in a curious and slightly worried tone.

He nodded. "Yes, he's accompanied me everywhere I've gone since I was five year old."

"Was he to accompany you on this trip?"

"Yes, he was to arrive at midnight. His hovercraft will probably land near the house." I quickly glanced at my wristwatch. 23:45. Only 15 minutes before his arrival.

Gale hit his communicator, "Comrades I want you all to be on your guard. Capture the man who enters the house at midnight. Make the place look occupied so as to not arouse suspicion. Subject is Haymitch Abernathy, I repeated the subject is the traitor, Haymitch Abernathy." Gale ended the transmission.

"Traitor? What do you mean?" Peeta looked stunned, I cut the questioning short and stood up.

"That is none of your concern." I switched my bird to communications and contacted one of my comrades.

"Sub Commander Hadley, here." a deep voice answered.

"Hadley, I want you, Rail and Gunthorn to go to the location of the hostage's house. I have reason to believe the comrades inside may need back up. "Make sure the target is drunk."

"Yes ma'am." he said shortly before cutting the transmission.

Gale stood up, "We need to go now. We have to oversee the capture, I have someone come to complete the questioning later." He looked at me, waiting for me to join him. But I didn't move a muscle, instead I looked at Peeta, "I just have one last question for him, off record." he looked up at me with confusion in his eyes "Why didn't you try to run away from me when I first captured you?"

Peeta answered with silence. I sighed rising from my chair. It wasn't like I expected him to actually answer. I glanced at Gale, "Let's go." He nodded leaving with me to the stairs.

I stepped into my quarters with Gale on my heels. I started pacing angrily, "How could that man be working for them of all people?!" I shout out my fists clenched with the steer anger I felt for news about Abernathy.

Gale sat down on my couch and looked at me, "I don't know. That man has never been right in the head since his family died. I remember when right before he abandoned the Rebels, he argued with our fathers about who was really to blame for the bombing of District Thirteen."

"I always wondered why he left."

"Do you think he was telling the truth with what he said?" He tilted his head back on the top of the couch as he spoke.

"I don't know, maybe he is." I sat down beside him. "I mean he sounded sincere enough to be telling the truth."

Gale gave me a false grimace, his eyebrow raised a bit, "You're not becoming weak on me are you, Katniss?" Gale asked me with a smirk, his voice had a playful tone to it. I could tell he was trying to relieve the tension I still felt.

I shook my head and ran my fingers over Gale's scars, staring at him, my eyes shining, "I'll never be weak again, not after what happened on the day you got these." The memory ran through my mind.

I was ten when it happened and Gale, who was about to begin training as a junior comrade, was twelve. To celebrate Gale's acceptance into the ranks, we snuck out of the main base to fish in the big lake that was miles away from home, and in the middle of a dangerous part of the forest.

We fished for hours on end until we caught more fish than we could ever carry. We finally made our way back and were very close to home when a large Kodiak bear came across our path. He had probably been lured to us by the smell of fresh fish and he was obviously hungry.

He took one sniff of the air, saw the fish I was carrying and charged towards me at an incredible speed.

In the time it took for me to blink, Gale was in front of my small form baring his teeth at the giant animal like a mad wolf. The bear who rightly saw Gale's actions as a sign of hostility, growled and slashed his long claws against Gale's face.

My brave, stupid cousin had stood his ground with blood dripping down his face until my father, uncle and five of their comrades came bounding through the trees and scared off the large bear.

I survived the encounter without a scratch on me but Gale was in the healer's ward for a week before he was allowed to begin his training. Fortunately for him, the close encounter with the bear and my description of his bravery didn't go unnoticed by his fellow junior comrades. They nicknamed him the Howling Wolf for baring his teeth and howling at a large grizzly bear like a lone wolf would have done.

I pulled fingers away from his face and sighed, "If it hadn't been for our dads and comrades we probably would have both died."

Gale nodded, "We owe them a lot for that. Fortunately now we can pay that debt we have towards them." He muttered the words sadly.

I clenched my fists, "I was so weak that day, I couldn't even protect my best friend." I growled the words behind clenched teeth.

Gale was about to say something until Cinna ran through my open door. He was clearly out of breath but he still managed to pant out, "Turn… on… TV." Gale and I both look confused, but I did what he asked and turned on the TV.