A/n: WARNING! MATURE RATED MATERIAL AHEAD! Yes it's short, but i still have to tell you. Also, sorry its late.

Rejoice and Recover

There was chaos in Medical. Katniss had decided to go to District 2 in hopes of gaining access to the weapons storage facilities. Hymitch found Jeanetty sitting with Annie, the women planning their upcoming joint wedding. "Hey, you're back early." Jeanetty stood from her place beside Annie's bed. Katniss' unconscious form passed behind him on a gurney. "Oh, my goodness! What happened?"

"Damn fool girl went and got herself held hostage for a minute. She said her piece and was let go. Stood up and gave a very beautiful speech."

"And," she asked impatiently when he paused.

"She barely finished when one of the loyalists shot her. She'll be okay," he added quickly. "It hit her in the breast plate."

"Thank Cinna's foresight then. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, not a scratch. She hasn't woken up yet though."

"Getting shot can be very trying on the body."

"Enough about her for now," he said waving his hand for her to stop. "How are the plans going?"

Annie smiled. "The wedding itself is set for next week. Coin has agreed to let us use some spare white cloth to make our dresses. It's very gauzy and there's not much to work with."

"We were just deciding on what we should do for you men."

"We can wear whatever's nicest from the things we brought with us," Finnick said coming up behind Haymitch. "Sorry to interrupt, but I'd like sometime with my future wife. Doctors are finally letting her go."

"Congratulations!" Jeanetty smiled to the younger couple. "Don't worry, the complex isn't as scary as it first appears. Come to the Arboretum when you're settled."

A week passed frantically. Jeanetty and Annie were busy with wedding plans, but Jeanetty still made time to see Johanna and Katniss. All too soon she was standing before District 13 in the Arboretum with Haymitch standing before her, holding her excited hands steady with his own. Neither remembered the vows that they gave before the music started playing. Nor did they notice much of the dancing, having slunk out of the way at the first possible moment.

Soon they were back in their quarters, clothes scattered about them as their bodies moved in a well practiced concert of passion they had long ago developed. Soft sounds of pleasure rang through the small apartment as the stroked and built a fire of desire. Sleep came sparingly for them that night. Several times she woke him by straddling his waist or he drew shapes across her exposed skin.

The next morning, contrary to Haymitch's attempts against it, they left their quarters to interact with people. That's when they found out that Katniss had left in the middle of the night.

Peeta had asked for Jeanetty early the next morning and she went to see him cautiously. She walked into his room. "Hey kid. I was told you wanted to see me."

Peeta was silent for a moment before he spoke. "You've never lies to me. Some of my memories are a little fuzzy. Snow never spoke about you. Or Haymitch." He paused to look at his lap. "Tell me what happened."

She nodded and sat on the foot of his bed and began to tell him everything; from the time he went into the Games to that moment. "Now Katniss is in the rebel camp at the Capitol."

"And I'm here." Peeta said looking at the restraints on the bed. "My name is Peeta Mellark. I'm from District 12. District 12 no longer exists. It was destroyed on Snow's orders. My best friend is my Mentor. She is always honest with me."

"And I always will be." She undid the restraints on his legs. "You are a strong man, Peeta. Both in body and spirit. Your mind was taken from you, destroyed, and put back as it was. But you can sort out what's real. You know the truth. You are Peeta Mellark. You come from District 12. You have control over yourself." She undid the restraints from his middle and his wrists. "Time to get out of bed, sleepy head." She held her hands out to him as he sat up in his bed. He weakly took her hands and stood. "Geez, kid, didn't the Capitol feed you?"

"I can't remember," he thought out loud as he took a step. "Maybe. The food here isn't to memorable either."

"I think that's the same no matter who you talk to." He chuckled at that, walking around his bed. Plutarch entered the room. "You really shouldn't barge in here unannounced," she said without looking at who had come in.

"Well, your husband 'kindly requested' me to remove you from the room when you released him from his restraints. It only helps that I would like to talk with Peeta."

"Very well," Jeanetty agreed, helping Peeta back into the bed. "You remember Plutarch Heavensbee?" The young man nodded. "Good. I'll be back after I've calmed the bear."

She left the room and was immediately engulfed in her husbands arms. "You are lucky that boy trusts you so much."

"I'm fine. His memories of us weren't altered, it seems, just downplayed."

"You shouldn't have removed the restraints."

"We were in there for hours. He didn't react badly once."

He sighed. "You're right."

"Of course I'm right. I know him like you know Katniss. Better than she knows herself."

"Let's hope you're right," Plutarch said as he exited Peeta's room. "Peeta's agreed to go to the Capitol in a few days time."

"What?"

"That's not a good idea."

"Relax," Plutarch cut them off. "Boggs is already on his way to the front with Cressida and her crew. They're going to be filming propos. I've asked Peeta to join them."

"What would you do that?"

"Because it would show the Capitol he's on our side. It will draw more people to our side."

"And you can guarantee his mental stability in a war zone?"

"With you working with him over the next few days? Yes, I do."