A/N: I had this written for awhile and I kept meaning to go back and fix it, but now I ended up liking it. Anyways, as I was editing this, I read a part where I was foreshadowing something...but do I remember what I was foreshadowing? Nope! Not at all. :((((( But here is PART 4, and I'm planning on one more part.

And thank you, GadgeLover, for your review on the last part of this AU! And anyone else that commented/favorite/followed this that I missed!

***Continuation of Chapters 9, 10, & 11***

Military School (Part 4)
(Gale/Madge)
(Modern Day)

It was early Monday morning when Madge fell out of bed. She was disoriented and was fully convinced she just happened to roll out of bed when she heard a snicker. She had just plopped back into bed unceremoniously when the sound resituated in her ear. Warm arms wrapped around her tightly and she curled into them. In her sleep haze, it took her a few minutes to realize those arms weren't supposed to be there, they didn't belong to her after all.

Her body stiffens and she rolls slowly to the person behind her. A kiss lands softly against her forehead and the arms tighten around her even more. She'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the feeling and the warmth. It felt like Christmas morning, the heat was on high and the air smelled like pine from the Christmas tree.

"Morning." A deep, husky, morning voiced boy whispered against her hair. She eyes snap open and she takes in the muscular chest in front of her. Of course it's Gale. Who else would it be? The tattoos give it away instantly, the cross that adorned his chest and the name written sideways on down the curve of his peck. Her vision was blurry with sleep, but he was unmistakable.

"Get out of my bed." She grumbled.

"It's a cot."

"I don't care, just get out. You'll get us in trouble." Madge Undersee, in no way possible, was not a morning person. She'd love to sleep in to ten every morning and lounge around for another hour. Not these five o'clock wake up calls that involve push-ups and sit-ups.

"Come outside with me." he murmurs against her forehead, his voice as sweet as honey. But was he crazy!? It was probably three or four in the morning (not to mention what an ungodly hour that was!), but it was a Monday on top of that. No way in hell she was getting up. And most definitely, he was getting out of her bed.

"No," she moans into his chest, despite what she wanted she curled deeper into his chest. The morning breeze was stiff from the rain they had the night before after everyone left. It was chilly and sticky and he was warm and dry. He was like heaven. She could get used to this.

"Please." He mocked her tone from earlier. "Please, come out side with me."

"Why, Gale, why? What time is it?"

"Because I want you too and it's four."

She groans against him again, causing a smile to lift his lips up a little. She was absolutely, incredibly cute in the morning, and he loved it. He hasn't felt this close or this happy with a person in a long while, and yet here Madge is, causing his heart to pick up a little and break rules just to get close to her. So what!? They shared a bed for a few minutes; it was "cold." And it would just be plain weird to slip into another man's bed, even if it was Kenji's.

His hands traveled under the hem of her shirt. Her skin was cool against his warm hands, almost icy. No wonder she kept curling into him for warmth, she was freezing.

"Please?" he didn't know why he was still trying – begging – her to come outside with him. Maybe it was because that was his original plan or maybe just for something to say. But staying in bed with a sleepy Madge sounded even better than traveling through the chilly morning. But he wanted to be alone with her, not alone with her and a bunch of sleeping soldiers.

"If I go will you make it quick?"

"Never." He purred in her ear. He felt triumph surge through his vein at the sound of her breathing hitching. Her cheeks were tinged a rose color when he glanced down at her, although her eyes were closed lightly.

"What do you want?"

"Just come with me."

And because his voice was so soft and gently and just all around cute, she went.

…

They didn't really talk at first. Well, they didn't really "talk" at all. Instead their lips mingled and they hands traced each other's bodies, but they didn't really talk. Now Madge is still in her standardized English class pondering what happened.

She liked Gale, a lot. She knew that much. But, as she realized this for the millionth time, she didn't really know anything about him. And that bothered her. He told her why he was here and was emotional, but why did he feel the way he felt instead of angry? Why didn't he just leave? Why didn't he write or call? What at home was so bad that he turned to drugs and alcohol and…and murder? Who had made him so angry? And why?

And yet that wasn't all she wanted to know. She wanted to know his thoughts. His favorite color, his favorite food, his views on the world and society, she craved to know everything about him. Yet, he didn't seem too keen on telling her anything.

Was she just a distraction?

…

Training was kicking her ass and his. He was having the hardest time beating his time. His stomach was cramping so bad he thought was going to die and his brain was fuzzy and lightheaded. It takes him five times to tie his time.

On the other hand, Madge was tired and slower than the rest. Although she has built up a small stamina to running, her muscles ached and her body just wasn't built for that type of thing. Her whole body, if possible, ached to touch a piano again. And as the leaves began to change colors, she wanted it even more.

…

Gale had snuck into her bed for many nights now. Christmas was coming around and she was preparing to go home for break. He, on the other hand, was preparing for her to leave him for a month. He, of course, was staying here for Christmas. Last year he went to Kenji's home, but he was not invited back.

"Sorry, man." Kenji had said when he told him the news, shrugging his shoulders. Gale did not ask why he wasn't allowed to come back and Kenji did not tell him. Some things were better left unsaid. But it didn't help the hollow feeling that settled in Gale's chest, slowly spreading throughout his whole body. The only time it lifted was when he was with Madge.

Although he kind of hoped Madge would invited him back home, he didn't count on it. He planned his vacation around extra training and avoiding all the drunken superiors. He would be alone in the Barracks. He saw everyone packing up their things to take home. They all had bags and suitcases sitting in front of their trunks. Gale was the only one who didn't have a bag, and everyone avoid the subject because of it.

He could feel the pity radiating off them as he passed them day in and day out. Even Kenji kept apologizing to him over and over again. Gale blew him off, it was Kenji's fault Gale wasn't allowed to come back. Gale assumed it was his own, and who else's could it be?

It didn't throw him off balance. He was used to disappointing people and being unwelcomed. He was used to the solitary vacations and family days provided him. It allowed him to better himself, or so he told himself. Soon, he would be going home too, or so he hoped.

So Madge let him stay in her bed until four, an hour before wake up. And he had to wait at least an hour after lights out before he could climb into her bed. She enjoyed the warmth and love he provided. She was no longer cold at night and she felt like she belonged here in his arms. He was something from a fairytale, the villain, his past actions screamed, the hero, his future screamed.

When the day came that everyone was hopping into their parent's trucks, mini vans, and SUVs, Gale stayed behind and Madge lingered for a moment. Her father had called her fifteen times so far and she ignored it. She was sitting sideways on Gale's lap, his arms secure around her. They were quiet until the sixteenth ring, Gale let her go and bid her a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. She bid him the same.

…

Two days into break, his mother called. She profusely apologized for being late, saying she was in the parking lot. Gale didn't move immediately until Admiral Finnick strolled in with his hands on his hips.

"Now I get that you're mad at her, but don't let the lady wait forever out there." Finnick shook his head. He felt bad for the kid.

"What if I don't want to go home?" He asked glumly, he stared at his hands the whole time. He felt ashamed for even thinking it. Isn't this what he had wanted? To go home?

"Then tell me now and I'll go break the news."

"I haven't been there in over a year. What if I don't belong there anymore?" Gale whispers, his voiced laced with unshed tears.

Finnick stared at the teenager across the room from him. He didn't know what to say to him besides the lame phrase: "I guess you won't know until you find out." Gale shook his head no but Finnick knew he wasn't bidding him away to tell Hazelle Hawthorne the bad news. Instead, he was just as confused, if not more, as of what to do.

He wanted to see his siblings again. He wanted to see his mother again. But he didn't know if he could face them anymore. Last time he saw them they could barely look at him. And he understood why, he understood that much at the time.

But he found himself nodding, despite his fears. Slowly he got up and walked out of the barrack, not even bother to pack a bag, he wouldn't need it. The less he carried, the less he had to grab when he ditched. He didn't feel very well. He felt like he was marching to his death. He felt even weirder as he sat beside his mother quietly in her Escalade. He felt foreign, like he didn't belong in her life anymore, and her, him. But here he was.

Finnick waved them off with a small smile on his face. Second Lieutenant Haymitch Abernathy walked up beside him, "I see you convinced him to go."

"I didn't have to convince him of anything. But I'm glad he went." Haymitch nodded beside Finnick.

"Maybe we won't see him next year."

"I wouldn't be so sure, Abernathy." The two friends looked at each other and smiled. "But you never know."

…

Turns out Posy was and had missed the hell out of him. She never left his side for four whole days. Slowly his brothers came around and joined in on Posy excitement. But it wasn't them that surprised him, it was his mother. She and him were never really close, but she couldn't stop hugging him and asking if he needed anything. He still felt trapped but that was just because the house felt different to him.

The whole family, extended family included, welcomed Gale slowly, but with open arms. Some of the older ones gave him weird looks and asked weird questions like: "How are you doing, boy? Making any new friends? I see you got that temper of yours under control," but they all asked with narrow eyes and even narrower eyes as he answer. He tried to avoid them after that. The day was dragging on and on at the slowest pace ever (and maybe that's because he's used to military time), and he felt like he couldn't get into the swing of things with his family. Although, as the night filled with alcohol and deserts, they started laughing and inviting Gale in like old times and he felt better about his life. He wasn't what he used to be to them, but he wasn't too far away from it either. And that – that – made him feel like he accomplished something extraordinary.

Christmas was great, but New Years was even better…

…

Everyone was counting down to the very last second. It was New Year's Eve, about to be New Year's Days and a pretty blonde in a sparkly dress was standing with her hand in his. Apparently he and Madge had lived near each other for a long time, since they were kids, and didn't even know it. She invited him over to her parent's party and was slowly turning towards him.

"3." She whispers with a sexy smirk.

"2." He smirked back at her.

"1." They said at the same time and a millisecond later their lips touched. They were out on the balcony so neither pulled away, they only pulled each other closer. His lips were hot on hers and hers hands were loosening his shirt from where it was tucked into his pants, her hands exploring his rock hard abs.

"I love you." They whisper at the same time and smiled.