Katniss

Katniss Everdeen walked down the dirt road through the meadow on her daily walk through the entire district twelve, contemplating her thoughts and memories. Her life was good now. She had a husband and three beautiful children. Her oldest was Prill. She looked just like her, except she had her father's beautiful blue eyes. Her only son, Luca, looked just like his father, but had her gray eyes. Her youngest, seven year old Ruess looked shockingly like Rue, except her skin was lighter and hair had a slight chocolate brown tinge to it. That was why Ruess's namesake was Rue Averbury, one of Katniss's most trusted friends who was killed many years ago in her first Hunger games.

"I miss you Rue. I wish you were here." She said sadly, her hands in her coat pockets and tears in her eyes. Then, although it was a very cold winter day, a warm breeze brushed her cheek. She was comforted. Finally, she arrived at home once again. Ruess came prancing out the back yard gate, holding a bunch of daisies and Rue in her hands. Rue was her favorite flower.

"Mama! These are for you! I picked them all by myself." She squeaked proudly. Katniss took them in her hands, smelling them and smiling. They were beautiful.

"They're beautiful, Ruess honey! Thank You, you did such a great job!" She patted Ruess's shoulder and hugged her side. Ruess giggled happily.

"Anything for you, Mama! You're the best mama in the world." She snuggled in closer to her chest, burying her face in Katniss's big silver parka. Katniss smiled and patted her head, telling her what a good daughter she was.

"Well honey, time to go inside- it's cold out here! Brrr!" Katniss shivered and limped to the door, Ruess clinging to her calf and sitting on her foot, hitching a ride. Katniss laughed again. She swung open the door, feeling the rush of warm air flurry to her and warm her pink face. "I'm back!" There was a thumping of feet on hard wood floor, and a flurry of white blond hair as the ten year old boy thrust himself at her from halfway down the hall. She stumbled back against the door with a crash and a thump, laughing, just when Prill meandered in, leaning on the door panel and smiling. She was 15 now, strong and brave.

"Why hello, random parka pile."

"Hello, snooty teenager." Luca teased. Katniss laughed and pulled herself from the stubborn grasp of the children and pulled of her Parka, gloves, hat and boots, putting them in the coat closet. She dusted some snow off of herself.

"Where's Peeta?"

"He's having…..a trackerjacker issue. He's in your bedroom." Prill said darkly, scowling and jerking her chin towards the stairs that lead upstairs.

"Oh no! I'll go check on him." She hurried up the stairs, commanding Luca and Ruess to stay with Prill. She opened the door hesitantly, peeking through the opening into the bright room. Peeta was laying on the fluffy bed, his face pale and his eyes squeezed shut tightly. He was grunting and grasping the back of the bed, looking strained. She walked through the opening quietly and sat on the end of the bed, watching him in pain. This was horrid.

"Peeta. Peeta, darling, it's alright, I'm here, I'm good, and I love you. You're safe. It's the trackerjacker venom, remember? I'm your wife, we've had three children together. Ruess, Prill and Luca Mellark are their names. I am Katniss Everdeen Mellark. Don't worry….." She said soothingly, brushing his bangs out of his face softly. His face softened and he loosened his grip on the back of the bed hesitantly.

"Okay…yeah, I remember…. These pictures and things they're telling me are lies…all lies….I love you, Katniss." He slowly looked better, but she wasn't convinced. He hadn't such a bad Trackerjacker hallucination in a long time- up until this week. He had been having one very day. It was getting worse every time. Slowly, nervously, he pulled one hand from the bed frame and held her hand in his. She squeezed it reassuringly.

"Come down when you're ready. The kids will be worried if I don't come downstairs soon." She kissed his forehead, rising from the bed.

"Alright darling." He smiled at her reassuringly again as she slipped through the door.

Katniss fell into the kitchen chair, picking up the Panem news and sipping from her coffee.

"Caauughthp!" She choked on her coffee, spitting it on the paper. "O my god!" She exclaimed.

"What? What is it? What's wrong?!" Prill shouted, stumbling into the kitchen.

"Finnick! Finnick's alive! O my god! He was DEAD!" She yelped, and stood, knocking over the chair and panting in excitement.

"What the heck are you talking about!" But she was already pounding up the stairs to Peeta. She flung open the door and ran to him, shoving the coffee splattered news in his face. He looked alarmed. "Katniss, what-"

"Finnick! It's Finnick! He's alive! He's a Mutt! But still in his person form! And totally himself! Here, READ!" The thrust it at him and pounced onto the end of the bed while he fumbled with the paper, trying to turn it so he could read it. She bounced with excitement. His eyes widened as he read the paper, and once he finished he threw it in the air.

"Finnick is back! I can't believe it! If Panem can do that, then they could do that to anyone! They could bring any person back as a Mutt!" He said happily, hugging Katniss. She contemplated what that could mean. "Like my brothers and sisters, and my mother and father, and-"

"Prim. Rue. Rue and Prim could be with me again." She said, sitting still with shock written on her face.

"Oh yes, Katniss! We could have them back, wouldn't that be wonderful?! Hey- where are you going?" Katniss was standing up and hurling herself down the stairs.

"To Panem Capitol to request some special things!" She hollered, and he heard her coat swishing and the door slam.

Any thoughts? I do not own any hunger games-ey stuff.