Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games or Kim Possible. Any characters or plotlines that appear in The Hunger Games series are property of Suzanne Collins, Scholastic, and Lionsgate. Any characters or plotlines that appear in Kim Possible are property of Disney. I am not writing this story for compensation, simply for enjoyment and practice.

A Sitch in Time: Secrets of Panem

By LuvPurple99

Prologue

Hunger Games Arena, 75 Years after the Dark Days

Around Midnight

Katniss's POV

I stumble through the humidity and the foliage, my vision warping and twisting everything around me. My head throbs where Johanna hit me, and warm, sticky blood runs unchecked down my left arm. I trip, falling on my face into the dirt beneath my feet. With a cry of rage, I push myself back up and force myself to go on. I have to find him. I have to get to Peeta before the others do.

Finally, the lightning tree rises up before me. I burst through the rubbery leaves, searching the area for the mop of blonde hair. "Peeta?! PEETA!"

"Katniss!" His voice sounds far. Much too far. But he's alive, then, still. For now.

A pained moan catches my attention. I turn to my left, finding Beetee lying, twitching, on the ground. To his right is a knife, one Peeta had been carrying earlier, a length of the golden coil wrapped tightly around the hilt. I look between Beetee and the knife, confused. Maybe I've lost too much blood, but my mind can't seem to connect the two. My brain seems to be getting foggier by the second. I know I'll blackout soon, but I have to find him first. I have to find Peeta.

"PEETA!" I scream again, uncaring that Brutus or Enobaria or Finnick or Johanna could hear me. In fact, I welcome it. Drawing them to me means drawing them away from Peeta.

"Katniss! I'm coming!" He's closer now, I think.

I look back to Beetee and his knife, a thought niggling its way into my brain. I stare hard at the weapon wrapped in coil, still stumped. What was he trying to do? I look from the knife to the forest behind it, my eyes landing on the tell-tale shimmering square.

The chink in the armor. Was Beetee trying to embed the knife into the force field? What would that do?

I hear feet pounding, feel thunder starting to rumble. Any minute now the lightning will strike. I have to get out of here. I have to…

I halt. Suddenly I know what Beetee was trying to do. I pick up the knife, unwind the wire from the hilt, wrap it around one of my arrows. Lightning crackles in the sky above me.

"Katniss!" It's not Peeta's voice, but Finnick's. I turn, my arrow poised to pierce his brain. He emerges from the trees, hands raised in surrender, but one still gripping his trident.

"Katniss… remember who the real enemy is."

The enemy. The enemy. I know who the enemy is, who has put us all in this godforsaken arena. Still, it takes a minute for the full weight of Finnick's words to sink in.

The lightning is brighter now. Any second it will strike. And I'll be ready.

"Katniss…" Finnick says carefully. "You have to move away from that tree!" I ignore him, instead taking aim at the chink in the force field.

The lightning strikes.

"Katniss!" Finnick runs forward, grabs my shoulder, shifting my aim. I unintentionally let my arrow fly, a feral scream ripping from my throat. The world erupts into sparks and stars and flames.

And then everything goes black.

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Middleton, Colorado

Around 10pm

Thunder seemed to shake the very air. Fierce flashes of lightning illuminate the angry black sky. The residents of Middleton are holed up in their homes, weathering the "storm of the century," as the news was calling it.

Tree limbs split and fall, leaves whip in the wind. Somewhere, lightning strikes a cell tower, the metal glowing blue for a single moment, sparks flying and erupting as the bolt makes contact with the metal, then the ground. There's a bright flash, and two figures suddenly appear at the base of the tower, unconscious, the rain splattering their bodies and washing the blood off the bow and sheath of arrows and impressive metal trident. It'll be hours before they're found, and when they are, the questions will start.

For now, the mysterious strangers lie dead to the world as the storm continues to rage around them.

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The President's Mansion, the Capitol

A Little After Midnight

President Coriolanus Snow paced restlessly in his study, awaiting an update from the remaining team of Gamemakers and scientists. Plutarch Heavensbee was nowhere to be found. He had a guess as to where the weasel had gone, but couldn't ruminate on the possibility now. No, his only preoccupation was the whereabouts of Katniss Everdeen.

After the arena had been blown to bits, he had immediately dispatched a hovercraft to extract the remaining Victors from the wreckage, hold them for questioning. So far they had only managed to capture Peeta Mellark, Johanna Mason, and one of the District 2 Victors, Enobaria. The location of the others was currently unknown.

Finally, the door to his study opened, his lead advisor Egeria entering, a grave expression on her face.

"Well?" Snow asked, his hands folded behind his back.

"We were able to determine that Beetee Latier is in District 13's custody," Egeria answered. She hesitated, not sure how to deliver the rest of her news.

"Speak, Egeria. I am not in the mood to dole out patience."

"We still don't know where Katniss Everdeen and Finnick Odair are. Katniss's tracker shows she's still in the arena, but our sweeps have concluded that was false. Her tracker must have been cut out of her arm. We don't have a lock on Finnick's tracker yet."

Snow dismissed his advisor with a wave of his hand, turning to look back at the television screen, which played the final moments in the arena on a loop. The camera zoomed in and froze on Katniss's face.

"Where have you gone, Miss Everdeen?"

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District 13 Hovercraft, Somewhere Over Panem

A Little After Midnight

"Any news?"

"No, sir." Haymitch Abernathy scowled. He hated being addressed as "sir." He took a swig out of his flask, letting the liquid burn down his throat. He looked back at the makeshift med bay where District 3's Beetee Latier remained unconscious. If only he would wake up, he would be able to locate Katniss and Finnick.

They knew Peeta, Johanna, and Enobaria had been taken by the Capitol. They had planned to extract Katniss first, but couldn't find her at the lightning site, so they picked up Beetee instead. They were only able to stay for a few minutes more to search, but came up empty. The only solace was that the Capitol must not have them, or else they would certainly be gloating about their capture of the Girl on Fire.

But if the Capitol didn't have them, and they weren't in the arena, where were they?

A/N: I've had this plot bunny in my head for years, and after re-reading the book series decided to finally give it its day. Obviously, this story takes place at the end of Catching Fire, and will mostly take its details from the books, not the movies (though some movie details may sneak in here and there). The Kim Possible timeline is set soon before Graduation. The story will alternate between Katniss's POV and third person for now, possibly switching to all third person later. I feel like I can portray the fragility and strength (yes, I know those two are opposites) of Katniss's character more thoroughly using first person for her main scenes for now. I know many of you are waiting for the conclusion to my AATT: Revenge reboot, and I promise, that will be coming soon. I just had to get this story started so the plot bunnies would leave me alone for a bit. Hope you enjoyed the sneak peek into this story, and hope to see you in the next chapter.