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Rock Walls
(Gale/Madge)
(Modern Day)

District 12's high school was on their annul STEMM field trip. It was the end of the week trip to "Rocky Mountains Camp" and it was left for recreational purposes. Most students went off to ropes sections where the large nets were set up for the students to climb on and hang out. It was also near the restrooms and food stations (even if the whole "concept" was to fend for themselves). Katniss and Peeta were among those students because Katniss drank way too much water and needed a potty break like every five minutes. And of course, Peeta followed Katniss wherever, whenever.

On the other hand, Madge was contemplating whether her bladder could hold in her pee so she could go with Gale Hawthorne to the rock walls, or her bladder demanded her attention and she'd hang out with her lovesick puppy best friend and Katniss the Warrior. Madge wanted to get alone time with Gale Hawthorne (aka the hottest guy in school that Katniss totally should hook Madge up with, but ya know…that's just a suggestion). He may not like her but she wished to change that.

She decided her bladder could wait and sped up after him.

She could sense his scowl a mile away. He was frowning when she caught up with him.

"Care if I tag along?" she asks a little breathless. He doesn't answer and she didn't expect him too. He almost rolled his eyes, she was sure of it, and let out a huff of air. Classic Gale Hawthorne at his finest. She often wondered what drew her to him. What was so interesting about a cranky teenage boy with perfect skin and gorgeous eyes…oh wait.

The ground was a little wet beneath their feet. The grass crunched loudly in the silence between them. The dewy grass had already soaked through the bottoms of the jeans and the crisp cold wetness nipped at Madge's ankles.

"So, are you having fun?" she wraps her arms around her middle to conserve warmth. "I m-mean t-this week." She shuttered out. God, why does he always have to make her so nervous, like she's always wrong or sound stupid? Of course he wasn't having fun now. The girl he didn't like was bothering him, she didn't need a rocket scientist to tell her that.

He grunts as an answer and she didn't bother with anymore conversation attempts. The sky rumbled with thunder as the murky clouds loomed overhead. No one paid any attention to the luminous clouds and dark skies because it's been like that all day. It would thunder than lightning, and they'd all huddle under the nearest shelter and then five whole, whopping minutes later they'd be released to do as they please.

She watches Gale glance at the sky for a second before raising his eyebrows once, clearly blowing off the impending doom of the weather.

They reach the rock wall silently. They gear up. Madge starts to struggle with the harness and was tugging all types of strips through holes and what not. Gale closed his eyes in annoyance before walking over to her.

His hands lite up with electricity when they brush to push hers away from the harness. He pushed the feelings down into an unknown place as his diligent fingers played with all the straps of the harness. Madge was geared up and ready to go within seconds. If she had to do it yourself they would have been there for days.

"Thank you." She muttered, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. A crimson blush bloomed across her cheeks.

He nodded once and the workers hooked them up.

Gale climbed with ease and agility that Madge could only wish for. His powerful legs hoisted him effortlessly and his arms flexed with each passing movement under his V-neck. Madge struggled for more than one reason: 1) she wasn't a very good rock climber, 2) Gale Hawthorne's butt and back and arms and well everything was distracting her (so basically, it was all his fault), and 3) she wanted to stay below him so she had a nice view.

About ¾ of the way up the wall, he stopped. He stared at the wall in front of him and didn't move. At first, Madge thought he was being a civilized human being for once and was waiting for her, but then she noticed the taunt muscles in his back and neck. She noticed that way his hand gripped the wall with white fingers, the veins popping out.

He didn't move, not even when she was about half a body above him. She looked down at him and he was pale. He looked like he was about to throw up. Her hand came to rest on his shoulder.

"Gale?" he continued to stare. He didn't move. She climbed down to his level. They were eye to eye, almost chest to chest. Their noses brushed every so often. But he was unaffected. "Gale?" she tried again.

He looked at her this time. His eyes had this unrelenting terror in it. It shakes Madge a little to see a man so strong look terrified. She never thought she'd see the day when Gale Hawthorne looked scared.

The wall shook and he fell paler. He was bone white now, a pale as paper.

"He's dying." He whispers.

Madge was in utter confusion as to who was dying. She couldn't decide if he was playing a cruel joke on her or he actually believed someone was dying.

"Who?"

"My father."

Her eyebrows collided in confusion. His father had been dead for two years. The wall shook and pieces of rocks fell onto them. And now she understood.

"Gale, you're at Rocky Mountain Camp. You're father's not dying. He already dead." She knew it was harsh to say, but it was the only way to get him out of this trance. His hands shook and he was looking at her but looking straight passed her at the same time.

"Hey kids, the rain looks like it's coming in fast and hard. Let's get you guys done." But Gale did not move an inch.

Madge's hand went up to his cheek and told him to breathe. She took his hand and they glided down together. Once their feet hit the ground, Gale instantly started taking off his gear in haste. He helped her as quickly as possible before stalking off towards camp.

"Gale wait!" she called after him.

She grabbed him arm hastily, spinning him around. "What happened up there?" she answered.

"Nothing, thank you for your help." He whispered the last part.

"Jesus Gale! You can talk to me! You're not an emotionless doll, you're a human being with freaking feelings and stuff." She rattled on.

"Just drop it, Undersee."

Oh, but Madge Undersee didn't just drop things.

"Tell me what happened!" she rushed in front of him, her hands on his solid chest. He kept plowing forward, her feet being pushed. She huffed once before throwing her body on his. He wasn't expecting the blow and they landed on the muddy ground as the rain started pouring. Of course they took a shortcut they weren't supposed to so no one was around.

"Undersee, get off!" he started to shove her off, but she held her ground. Their chests bumped, but she didn't move. "Undersee." He growled.

She liked the tables being turned. She was in control of this not him for once. His hair was coated in muddy water and she knew he must be cold because her hands were, which were a foot in the mud by now.

"Tell what's wrong?"

"Nothing, Undersee! Don't you get it!? Nothing. Is. Wrong. Okay? Give a guy some personal space!" he knew she knew something was up but he hated talking about his father. He hated the grief it brought and the longing for another person to just hold him. He hated that feeling of instability. He was a man, not a 12 year old boy that needed a hug from mommy. So he fought of the fantasy of being wrapped in Madge's warm, loving embrace. And he fought off the direction of his mind to his beating heart. He didn't want to think of Undersee as a good listener that wouldn't care how weak he sounded or how pathetic he sounded. He couldn't. Undersee was Undersee, and that didn't work out.

"If you don't tell me what's wrong I'll kiss you." She threatened.

"Undersee." He growled again, "Mind your own business."

"You are my business." She didn't know where the boldness was coming from but she didn't' want to lose it now. So she went for it. She dipped down and smashed her lips to his smooth ones. He smelled of peppermint and smoke. He smelled beautiful. His lips were warm on hers and inviting, warming her from head to toe. And as much as he hated to admit it, the same effects were happening to him.

No one wanted to part. The warmth was gorgeous. She had the perfect texture to her lips and she smelled of mud and flowers. She lips were like a drug he's never heard about before. Something that limitless and endless that he craved. He's craved it for months now. She made his heart speed up and slow down at the same time. She made his heart skip a beat and make his body hum with electricity. She was the generator to his life, but he hated to admit it.

Their lips part and the kiss takes on a whole new sensation. Gale's heart pumps twice as hard as before, in sync with hers. He's glad they took the "do not cross" path because this wasn't something all the consolers needed to know about.

The kiss turns slow and romantic. They're both fighting against their lungs to breathe because they don't want it to end. They know it won't happen again and they want to enjoy every fleeting moment of it.

He pulls away first, his breath puffing out in the cold air. The temperature as dropped considerably since the rain has started. Madge's eyes burn into his with such an intensity it hurts. The electricity between them is powerful and palpable. Gale stretches his lips up and captures hers again. Her eyes flutter shut and the kiss is slow again. It's short, but no kiss between the two will ever be long enough for as long as they shall live.

His hands cling to her waistline. They linger on his stomach when they pull apart. They breathing intermingles with each other's.

"What is this?" she mutters.

"I don't know." He answers back.

A/N: So what did you think? Sequel?