Peeta breathed in deeply. "Let me get this straight. You're saying that I was kidnapped by the capitol, hijacked to forget all of my memories of the games, and made to be the new President… by Snow, to show the people of the districts which side I really stand for?"

Katniss and Haymitch looked at him, gasping as he started to laugh manically.

"You can't be serious," Peeta told them. "That's the worst story I've ever heard. Haymitch, you really need to work on your manipulation skills."

Haymitch threw his hands in the air. "I told you," he said, looking at a confused Katniss.

"I mean the creativity of it is astounding," Peeta continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Katniss, you're manipulation was spot on. I mean the kissing, the stories… I mean w-o-w, you really played your part didn't you?" He asked bitterly.

Suddenly the door opened, and a small girl walked in. She opened the door, allowing Katniss and Haymitch to walk out. She closed it, leaving the two of them alone.

"Hello, Peeta," the girl said meekly. "Do you remember who I am?"

Suddenly, Peeta's head began to throb as images flickered through his mind like an old movie.

Playing in the meadow. Baking cookies. Riding bikes through the ashy streets…

"Delly?" He asked, quietly. "Is your name Delly?"

She sat down next to him. "Yes Peeta, I'm Delly Cartwright. We were friends growing up together, you remember how we used to play together?"

Peeta looked at her, suddenly feeling a huge sense of trust. "I…I don't know… where did we grow up?" Images played through the front of his head once again.

Darkness. Ashes. Poverty. Peacekeepers. Electric wires enclosing in a small town.

"You're from district 12, Peeta, that's where we grew up…" She trailed off. "Your parents owned a bakery."

Peeta's stomach began to churn, suddenly realizing that there was some truth to her words. His rational mind begged to disagree with her, but her sincere voice brought back some memories of old times. I do remember Delly. I do remember the bakery.

Delly pulled some photographs out of her pocket. "This is us in front of the bakery," she explained. Peeta's fingers trailed over the small boy, dressed in a tee shirt and overalls; he smiled happily on the porch. His eyes, his jaw… It was undoubtedly him. He gasped.

"And this the day of the music assembly… This is our entire class, those were some of your friends," she said pointing to some other boys.

Peeta's heart stopped when he scanned the picture, a specific figure standing out from all the rest.

A small girl, with two dark braids, wearing a small red plaid dress. It was Katniss.

Suddenly his head thrashed with pain, as more scenes played in his head.

"Who knows the valley song?" Her hand flying straight up in the air. Her singing in front of the grade. 'Deep in the meadow, under the willow'… watching her walk home for the first time.

He shut his eyes tight, willing the pain to go away.

"I'm sorry Peeta, I know this is painful," Delly whispered.

He cringed his face. "Why-is-it-" he choked out.

"It's your body fighting the memories. It's the hijacking. You get the headaches when you start to remember things about Katniss."

Hearing her name made his eyes snap open. He looked at Delly nervously. "All those times… when-"

"When your head would start to pound? When you watched build a fire… or noticed one of her scars… or kissed her?" Delly started. "Didn't you ever feel a sense of déjà vu?"

Peeta released the breath he was holding. "Yes," he admitted, his eyes welling with small tears. "Constantly," he said, defeated. "I just can't believe all of this though-"

"I know it's a lot to take on," Delly soothed him. "But Haymitch is telling the truth. The capitol played the world's best trick on you."

Peeta let a tear fall down his face. "I feel, so-…" he trailed off, not able to form his words. "Why didn't anyone try to tell me sooner?"

Delly looked at him. "She wanted to, we all did, but Snow made it impossible to reach you when he declared you President. You had guards around you at all times. They kept Katniss away from you for five years in hopes that the hijacking would truly work."

"But it didn't?" Peeta asked her.

"You started to remember the first time you got the headache in your office. When you fell unconscious, do you remember that?" She asked him meekly.

Peeta closed his eyes, embarrassed. "Yes," He admitted. This is all making sense. "I was watching her tie her shoes, and then she tucked her hair behind her ears. And then…"

"What?" Delly pressed.

"And then I saw some scars on her knuckles. Like big round circles," He said, looking at her.

Delly smiled at him. "Those are from the first hunger games, Peeta, when the tracker jackers bit her."

Peeta felt a thrash of pain again.

Watching her in the tree. Hearing the careers laugh. The tracker jackers collapsing to the ground. Getting stabbed in the leg.

"Did she try to kill me?" He asked Delly quietly.

"She thought you were with a group of tributes that were after her. You were secretly with them because… well you were trying to protect her. Another tribute stabbed you in the leg with a poison blade. You have a scar from it, don't you?"

Peeta shut his eyes again, another single tear falling slowly. "Yes," he breathed, absent mindedly touching the long scar on his right leg. "I forgot what it was from," he admitted.

"You didn't forget," Delly told him. "That memory was taken from you," she whispered.

He opened his eyes again. "Tell me more about those games," he commanded.

Delly took a deep breath. "Eventually Katniss found you. You were dying from blood poisoning. She nursed you back to health."

Again, another round of images. Another round of pain.

The cave. The darkness. Kissing. The sleep potion.

"She gave you sleep potion," Delly answered before he could ask. "The gamemakers put your medicine in the cornucopia, but you couldn't walk. You didn't want her to go since the other tributes were still out there, so she drugged you in order to leave and get the medicine for you. She got cut pretty badly, and she lost a lot of blood. Right before she passed out, she injected the medicine as you slept. You survived," She breathed. "Then you took care of her… you guys saved each other."

Peeta looked at her. "The crowds must have loved that" was all he could manage to say.

"Yes," Delly stated with a smile. "You admitted you had a crush on her during your first interview with Cesar Flickerman. Then, you two were everywhere, broadcasted as star crossed lovers. It made the games truly exciting, everyone was rooting for you two."

Peeta closed his eyes and leaned back on his pillows, Delly's words all ringing a faint bell. His breathing became labored. "What happened?" he asked her finally, feeling like somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew the answer.

Delly sighed. "The gamemakers initially changed the rule so two people could win as long as they were from the same district. You guys fought through the games together, and finally you were the only two left. At the last minute, they changed the rules again, saying only one of you could win the games…"

Peeta opened his eyes and looked at her. "Keep going," he commanded quietly.

"You offered to die for her," Delly admitted. Peeta closed his eyes again, feeling pain in his head and his heart. "But she suggested that the two of you commit suicide."

Peeta shot up off the pillows, taking deep, panicked breaths.

The nightlock. Her trembling hands. Counting to three. Touching her braid one last time.

"With nightlock," Delly said slowly, taking Peeta's hand. "But the gamemakers changed their mind at the last second. You both were crowned that year."

Peeta looked at her anxiously. "How could they have made me forget experiences like this? You aren't just making this up, right?"

Delly sighed, and smiled at him. "I think… that somewhere inside of you, you know I'm telling the truth. I'm so sorry, Peeta, but I'm not making it up."

Peeta looked at the picture from the music assembly again. His hand was trembling, making the picture shake. Delly took his hand, steadying the photograph. He couldn't take his eyes off of little Katniss.

"You've loved her for a really long time," Delly said quietly. "Since you were young. You watched her walk home every day."

Suddenly, Peeta's head began to throb intensely, causing him to cry out in pain.

Guards came in and escorted Delly out of the room, and then nurses followed after administering him more medicine. He thrashed against his bed before calming down and returning to dreamless slumber.

Katniss shot up from her chair as Delly walked into the waiting room.

"I think it's working," she breathed. "We talked a lot about the first games, and I showed him some pictures of us growing up."

Katniss breathed a sigh of relief. It was working. She thinks it's working. Maybe there's hope...

"He still doesn't want to believe though," Delly continued. "But we definitely got somewhere. I had to stop when his headache became too intense. I'm pretty sure they knocked him out again."

Katniss placed her hand on Delly's shoulder. "Thank you," she said, gratefully.

Katniss couldn't sleep. She watched as Prim breathed in and out in her comfortable bed, before turning to the other side. She was underground, so she couldnt see the position of the moon, but she knew it must have been between 2 and 4 AM.

Pulling on her dark green robe, Katniss wandered out of bed and towards the hospital. She quietly opened and closed the door to Peeta's room, taking her familiar seat and resting her head on her hands as she watched him sleep. Her eyes began to flutter shut as she attempted to fall back to sleep.

"Katniss..." she heard a whisper.

Her eyes opened as she saw Peeta looking at her groggily. He's drugged. He smiled at her fondly. "I..knew you we're hhere..." he slurred.

Katniss stood up and walked over towards him, stroking his hair. "Shh..." she soothed. "Go back to sleep. I'll be here."

"There's something I have to tell you," he continued slurring through a yawn.

"It can wait till tomorrow," She said quietly, continuing to stroke his hair.

"I have a tracker..." he slurred.

"What?!" Katniss asked, waking up instantly. If he has a tracker in his arm, that means the capitol can find out where he is. Where we are. "Peeta, what did you just say?" she asked, shaking him slightly.

"Tracker...arm...they're coming for me," he admitted groggily, barely making out his words. "I couldn't tell you at first... I didn't believe what you were saying..." he stopped trying to speak, relinquishing himself to the sleep potion and falling back to sleep in front of her eyes.

Katniss inhaled sharply, the weight of his words sinking in. Realizing she needed to go wake Haymitch, she took a deep breath and left Peeta alone in the hospital room.

They have a location on the President. We're going to be attacked.

BOOM! The first of a couple big battles is on it's way! The rebellion is truly beginning! KEEP REVIEWING! Should I write another tonight? XOXO DLL