A/N – Ok so, first of all, SO MUCH THANKS to VampWolf92! Thank you for reading and for reviewing. Your lovely words keep me writing :) thank you sosososososo much!

I hope i am not screwing this all up haha. This is my first fanfiction btw :)

God damn.I was pacing up and down in my living room. Seriously? Reaping the tributes from the remaining victors? No. No, Snow was taking it too far. I had never liked the games. It was disgusting. And now? I knew some of the tributes cause my 'father' had used his connections to get me an 'amazing' internship helping with the tributes. That idiot. Selfish, dumb .. „ARGHH" I fell on the couch, letting out a scream of frustration. This was too messed up. Katniss, Peeta, Johanna, Felice, Carra, Renn, Finnick, Megs, Annie, Charlie and...my Dad. I had gotten to know them. At least a bit. Enough to care. All of them could be reaped. And die. Wasn't there supposed to be some kind of Plan?! I heard to door open and spun around.
„Nym? Darling, Cinna texted me and...well, I saw snows announcement. Are you ok?" My Mom had entred my flat looking worried. She walked across the room and hugged me tight. „Ok? OK?!Mom!" I felt tears antering my eyes and bliked them down again as fast as i could. „I know..." „i know most of them. Katniss is my friend. So is Finnick, and Peeta and Renn. And...my Dad. Mom, what if they reap...ugh." I was 21 now. I wasn't supposed to be such a cry baby. I never cried, so why now? „I just got to know him as the person he actually is." She looked me with an apologetic glance in her eyes. „I am so sorry hun. I...i should have told you but...i...you see..." „mom, i don't blame you for anything ok? Infact, I understand why you didn't say anything. It is reasonable. Stop beating yourself up...it would have probably been worse for me if i had known all the time." I stared at the TV where they sent snows speech again, showing the awe reactions of the people at the town square. „disgusting" my mother muttered. She could have been my real mom. I had that thought all the time in the last couple of days and i was surprised that she wasn't. She hated the games, yet she was married to one of the head organizers of it, she was sassy, had her own mind, a brain and...she was so much like haymitch.
„when do the reapings start?" „tomorrow morning..." I muttered. „You wanna come home with me tonight and stay in your old room?" „with my oh-so-amazing father at home? No, thanks mom." „nym, i know he hasn't been the best fath..." „he hasn't been one at all. He is a selfish ass. He forgot your Birthday every year! He is a game organizer! Mom! You deserve so much better." „Nymeria, I...I love you know that, right?" she whispered. I felt bad all of a sudden. „I'm sorry mom. I didn't mean it. I am just...Cinna is coming later i think" or hope, i added in my mind „so well just be here." „Ok. As long as you're not alone i am good." I leaned against her shoulder. „love you momma." I mumbled. „I love you too girly." she looked at her watch. „Darn. I told you fath.." she interrupted herself. „sorry, Michael, that i'd pick him up. I gotta get going. Text me tonight ok? I'll try and get ahold of your dad. Maybe you should too. Bye." She kissed my head, grabbed her bag and rushed out of the apartment.

Calling Haymitch might wasnt the worst Idea. If he had a phone. Katniss would probably not pick up. Not after snows speech and i couldn't be mad at her for that. I picked up the phone and dialed peetas number.
„Peeta Mellark here, who is this?" a soundless voice answered.
„Peeta? It's Nym. I...are you alright?" again damn! I wanted to slap my face. Of course he wasn't.

„Nym! I have been better you know. Are you alright? I havent talked to you since the tour of the victors!"
„I know. I'm so sorry. And...i am so sorry for what happened."
„it's not your fault. Well, it sucks that i have to go back to the arena. And i hate for katniss to have to go back in there but...i guess we angered Snow..." He tried to sound confident...good, strong Peeta.

„Wait, ho do you know it's you and not Haymitch?!"
„I won't let Katniss go back in there without me protecting her. Even if i won't be reaped, I will volunteer. Plus..I think Haymitch had his fair share...his games were...this is really not fair."

„I am so sorry Peeta...I" I really didn't know what to say. How to find the right words. „you made it once. You can do it again. You guys will get out of there." I wondered if he figured that i was not only talking about him and katniss but also about my other friends.
„again? Katniss will. I will take care of that, but me? The capitol wont let us get out of there again..."

„Peeta.."
„dear, stop. Nym, thank you. Really. Your call means a lot."

„you're my friend peeta."
„and you're mine."

„how are katniss and haymitch?"

„really, really drunk. I will have to go over again soon...they didn't take it easily. But don't worrie. I'll take care of them."

„how can you be so calm, so responisble? It's amazing. Astonishing actually."

Peeta laughed.
„Well, someone has to be right? Nym, I love you but i really want to go over and look if they are ok. Can i call you ba...well actually...we'll see each other tomorrow night..."

his voice sounded a bit broken.

„Take care Peeta. Love you too! And tell them I called. And that I care ok?"

„sure will" he hung up.

Drunk. That sounded good actually. But no. I had to keep my head clear now.

A shower didn't sound too bad. As I turned the warm water on and let it drizzle on my face I realized how stiff I was. All my muscles were tense and I started massaging my aching left shoulder.

After a long time i turned the soothing, comfoting water off and redressed. It was 10pm already. When was cinna showing up? I crossed the living room and started searchig my kitchen for something to eat. I hadn't done any shopping in forever so all i found was a raspberry jogurth. I grabbed it and made my way to the living room couch where I turned the TV on for distraction. It was all about the quarter quell. Every channel. When I stopped at cesar flickermans show I saw Plutarch entering the stage. The guests were excited. He smiled and waved, then he greeted cesar and they started some dumb chatting about the reaping tomorrow. I muted the TV and grabbed my phone again. Just as I dialed his number, Finnicks face appeared on the screen as they were going over all the tributes that were still alive. Hey there, it's Finnick Odair. If you call it must be urgent but unfortunatly i can't take your call right now, dear. I will call you back though if you give me your name. He was with Annie i guessed. I didn't want to think about what she was gong trough. She already was instable and now this. The next face that appeared on screen was Renn's. He was a good loocking guy from district 11. I wondered if I should try and call him but he had never been fond of phone calls. We had been writing though. But a letter? Now? Bullshit.
The door flew open and a person bursted into my home. „what the?!" I jumped up in shock and clinged to my spoon untill i realized that it was cinna. A really, really mad cinna. „Cin! You scared me to death!". „don't kill me!" he muttered ironically. Then he just pulled me in his arms and almost sqeezed me. „Cin" I grasped. „are you ok? What is..." He cut me off with a kiss. „mhhhmhmhmmngnn" I said kissing him back. When he released me i was puzzeled. „What is going on?" „all this is a mess. I have been talking to Plutarch all day and...ugh. 13 is not the most supportive district after all." „but...i thought. Wait what?" The rebellion is planned and this, this was the cherry on the ice cream. Thats it you know? But they don't really wnat to share their whole plan with us and they are unprepaired and this twist is just...I wnat to kill plutarch sometimes. He can be such an unreasonable idiot!" He buried his face in his palms as he sat down. I put my arm around his shoulders. „I talked to peeta today." „what?" „I called him" I said. „he decided to go back into to arena...to protect Katniss." „this is so messed up. The heads of the rebellion plan now might end up in the arena. That was not...supoosed to happen god damn!" Cinna wasn't usually a person to cuss. That was my occupation. „We can still do this. It just...well, the plan has to be made or changed or whatever...really fast." „I know. Thats what Plutarch and I have been working on all day." he looked at me. „we can do this. This has to stop. And after all, we have the mockingjay."