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

Chapter 1

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The first thing she was aware of was the pounding in her head, then the aching that seemed to go deeper than her bones. A rhythmic beeping made its way into her consciousness, and she slowly opened her eyes to a brightly lit white room. The last thing she remembered was releasing her arrow in the arena. Then explosions, then blackness.

Katniss looked over to her right and saw Finnick lying in a bed similar to hers. He, too, seemed to be hooked up to all sorts of machines. She didn't recognize this place. It certainly wasn't the arena. And if it wasn't the arena, that must mean they were in…

No. No, no, no, no.

Her heart started beating wildly, making the beeping quicken its own pace to match. She had to get out of here. After what she did in the arena, nothing good could await her. She was sure Snow was somewhere in this building, plotting every single way to torture her before finally giving her the mercy of death. She had to get out of here, and she had to find Peeta, too. She was sure he wouldn't be spared any suffering, either.

Except she couldn't move. When she tried to focus all her strength on pushing herself up, her muscles screamed and she fell back, her vision swimming. All she could manage was to rip the tubes out of her arm before she was pulled under again.

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The next time she woke she found herself restrained. This fact sent terror shooting through her. Katniss struggled against the restraints, screaming for Peeta, for Prim, for Gale. She wanted to die. She wanted to die so the Capitol wouldn't have the satisfaction of killing her. She screamed and slammed her head repeatedly against the guardrails on her bed, until she felt blood dripping into her eye, and she was tugged back into her unconscious void.

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Possible House, Middleton, Colorado

Dr. Anne Possible sighed as she kicked her shoes off by the front door. She hung her white coat up on the rack before making her way to the kitchen. Thank goodness it was pizza night. She didn't have the energy to cook after the day she had.

Dr. James Possible studied her over the top of his newspaper as he sat at the kitchen table, noting the way her shoulders slumped and her face creased with exhaustion and the concern that doctors never seem to be able to rid themselves of. "Long day at work, hon?"

Anne sighed heavily again, retrieving a glass of water. "That's putting it mildly." The doorbell rang, and she could hear several pairs of feet thundering through the hallway to the front door.

"Pizza's here!" the twins called excitedly.

James continued to focus on his wife as he readied the table for dinner. "I haven't seen you this stressed out in a while. What happened?"

"We had a Jane and John Doe come in early this morning. Two maintenance workers found them out by one of the cell towers after the storm cleared." The twins entered with the box of pizza, followed by the Possible's eldest daughter Kim and her boyfriend Ron.

"With a storm of that force, I'd expect a couple of casualties," James commented.

"Right, but these weren't any normal casualties. They were dressed in strange clothing, no identification. The girl looked as if she had been electrocuted, but they both had injuries that aren't consistent with lightning strikes. Not to mention the weapons they had on them."

"Weapons?" Kim's ears perked up. As the crimefighter of the family, mysteries like this intrigued her.

Anne continued as the family sat at the table to eat. "The girl had a bow and sheath of arrows. The boy had some kind of trident in his hands."

"Hold on… did you say trident?" Ron asked, mouth full of pizza.

"Like I said. Very strange. They were both unconscious when they were admitted, but the girl apparently woke up a few times, then did a good job of knocking herself back out. We had to restrain her."

"Weird…" was all anyone could say. Dinner continued in thoughtful silence – the majority of the group wondering where the strangers came from, while the twins were thinking how awesome it would be to get their hands on that sweet trident.

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The next time she surfaced back into consciousness, Katniss turned to find Finnick staring at her. His eyes were focused, but she detected a hint of concern and… fear.

"Where are we, Katniss?" His voice was hoarse. She shook her head, the action causing stars to dance in front of her vision. She noted that she was still restrained.

"I don't know. In the Capitol, probably."

"Then why aren't we dead already?"

Katniss opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. A woman in a white coat with short red hair entered – the color reminded her of the Avox Girl from the training center. Is that where we are? She had none of the extreme cosmetic oddities of the Capitol citizens, so she must be an Avox.

"Oh, good, you're both awake."

Okay. Not an Avox. But still a stranger, most likely Capitol. The enemy.

"How are you feeling?" the woman asked. Katniss set her jaw and turned her head away in defiance. Finnick didn't answer either. The woman must have clearly sensed their disdain and distrust. Good.

The woman nodded in Katniss's direction. "I can remove those restraints for you, if you like, but you have to promise to behave."

"Where are we?" Finnick finally found his voice.

The woman turned towards him. "You're in the hospital, dear."

"In the Capitol?" Katniss joined in the questioning. "Fixing us up just to publicly lead us to the slaughter?"

The woman stepped back in shock. "No. No, not at all—"

"Then in one of the districts then." Finnick interrupted. "One? Two?"

"I-I'm not sure what you mean—"

"Dr. Possible?" A man poked his head in the door. "You have a call on line two."

The woman – Dr. Possible, apparently – looked almost relieved to end the conversation. "I'll be right back." The door closed behind her, and Finnick and Katniss looked at each other.

"Did you also notice the lack of straight answers?" Finnick asked.

"Capitol, for sure. I'll bet Snow's trying to mess with our heads."

"Katniss, we need to get out of here." Katniss looked around the room. There were several items she could see that could be used as a weapon, but she couldn't do anything while she was restrained.

"Finnick, are you able to stand? Can you help me get these restraints off?" Finnick swung his legs over the side of the bed, testing his weight on them. He carefully disconnected the tubes from his right arm before quietly moving to Katniss's side. But before he could undo the first restraint, the door opened and Dr. Possible entered again.

She took two steps before she froze, looking from Finnick to Katniss, a bit wary. "You really should get back in bed, dear. Lightning strikes are not something to mess with."

Lightning strikes. Katniss saw Finnick's eyes narrow as he caught on to the same detail she did. Before she could say anything, Finnick somersaulted backwards over his bed and grabbed the metal pole the IV liquids had been attached to. He turned the pole in his hands, wielding it as fiercely as he did his trident.

Dr. Possible gasped, stepped back, and called over her shoulder, "I'm going to need some help in here!"

Finnick bared his teeth as several muscled orderlies ran into the room. "You should know that a Victor isn't going down without a fight." A few of the orderlies attempted to approach him, but Finnick viciously swung the pole at them, fending them off.

"Is that your name?" Dr. Possible attempted to gain control of the situation. "Victor?"

Finnick scoffed. "What kind of game are you playing here? You know my name. You know her name. Snow knows our names. So I'll ask one last time, and I expect a straight answer. Where are we?"

Dr. Possible's mind whirled with everything the boy was saying. He was clearly mentally unstable. "You're in the hospital. Middleton General Hospital. In Middleton, Colorado."

Confusion swept over Finnick's and Katniss's features. The unexpected answer caused Finnick to drop his guard – only for a moment – but it was enough to give the orderlies and opening to restrain him. Finnick thrashed, but there was only one of him, and four of them. He felt a needle jab into his neck, felt his muscles relax. It was only seconds before he collapsed.

"FINNICK!" Katniss screamed, thrashing at her own restraints. A cry of rage erupted from her, and she shouted every obscenity she knew at them. It wasn't long before she felt herself weakening. Before darkness claimed her, a single word passed her lips.

"Prim…"

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District 13

Beetee Latier sighed and leaned back in his wheelchair. He took off his glasses and rubbed his weary eyes. Ever since he awoke in District 13, President Coin, Plutarch, and Haymitch had been on him about locating Katniss and Finnick. Katniss's mother, however, had kept him in the infirmary for several days, wanting to be sure his health was up to par before discharging him into Coin and Haymitch's care. Since then, he had been here – at Mission Control for District 13, trying everything he could think of to locate the missing Victors.

The Capitol had already broadcast their capture of several Victors. They hadn't named them, however, and hadn't announced that any were missing. Beetee supposed Snow was smart in that – can't have the country thinking you lost tabs on one of the greatest rebels this nation had ever known. Still, he knew that they'd be looking, too. So he had to find them first.

Beetee was privy to the technology the Capitol used in their trackers. He had been able to hack into their system and found that Katniss's still showed her in the arena. Peeta, Johanna, and Enobaria's all showed them in the Capitol. Beetee had removed his own. But Finnick's… Finnick's tracker was reading an error. It wasn't offline, and it wasn't destroyed, but it couldn't pinpoint a location.

Beetee tapped his fingers on the console and stared at the screen. He heard the door whoosh open behind him, and looked over his should to see President Coin and Gale approaching him.

"Any news?" Coin asked, her face stoic as she scanned the screen.

"No," Beetee replied. "Not yet."

"Keep trying," Gale said. "We have to find Katniss before they do."

"And Finnick," Coin corrected.

Gale nodded absentmindedly. "Could they still be in the arena? Hiding somewhere, maybe?"

Beetee shook his head. "Not likely. The Capitol would have swept that place top to bottom, and I'm certain there isn't a nook or cranny the Gamemakers don't know about."

"And you're certain the Capitol doesn't already have them?" Coin asked.

"If they did, don't you think they would have already publicly executed her?" Gale said. Silence filled the room for several moments. "It's like… it's like they vanished into thin air."

Thin air. Thin air. Something about that phrase pricked Beetee's brain. "Yes…" he said slowly. "It certainly is." He began typing furiously on the console, various strings of numbers and letters flying across the screen.

"Beetee?" Coin broached.

Beetee didn't respond. He mumbled something unintelligible under his breath. Then, smacking a button on the console, a green dot showed up on the screen. Beetee turned to look at Coin and Gale, a small smile forming.

"I found them."