He couldn't stand to see her in there. The arena had evolved, even since he'd been in there. His heart nearly pounded out of his chest, watching his love fight for a bag. It was great that she got supplies, but he's too old to watch her back flip-kick someone in the face. If she hadn't run away…he'd surely have experienced a heart attack.

He ran his fingers through his unkempt, unwashed hair. (Anything to keep her with him) What was he going to do? He couldn't drink. That would be one of the biggest disgraces he could give to her. He knew she hated seeing him drink himself into a coma. He remembered the look on Katfir's face when she had first witnessed him hung-over. It'd nearly crushed his heart to see such an innocent person, just looking to take care of her family, look so damaged.

Now his heart is crushed again as he watched this lovely woman that he'd come to love fight to stay alive. If there weren't Districts…if Katfir and him could just live out in the wild…She'd be good at that, and he'd learn. He didn't want her to take care of him anymore; he wanted to take care of her.

As he watched her eyes widen with the realization that Mellark had betrayed her, he wanted to jump at the Capital screen and kill the boy for daring to hurt her. He'd known that this Peeta fellow was bad the moment he saw him. Though, he confessed, that's probably because he was jealous. There wasn't a reason to be jealous anymore, but he always had a reason to be angry.

Except that night….God, he can barely get the memory out of his mind. Her soft skin…her lush, lavender scented hair…and her lips… It made him sick to think that the one night they shared, could be there only. Not if he has anything to say. There are plenty of gift money coming in for Katfir, with few coming in for that bastard. He just needed his love to hang on for a bit longer. There was a river ahead, he'd looked, and if she kept going that way, then she'd make it.

Haymitch watched as she learns more about Mellark's deceit but doesn't bat an eyelash. That's okay, Haymitch has a decent hand, and if he has anything to say, Mellark won't be getting a helping hand from outside of the arena until he shapes up. Mellark probably knows it to.

Haymitch watches on silently, with his hands fisted in the fabric of the mentor's chair beneath him. He swears, if she gets out of this he'll propose on the spot.

So how do you like it? I was thinking about this but then I was looking in my mail and saw someone really ask for it. I was like…meh I'm not doing anything right now, so let's do this thing. Obviously, I wanted to express that he was just as attached to her as she is to him. I didn't keep it in his POV because the story is all about Katfir, and well…I don't write men that well. They come out feminine and emotional. Ugh…oh well. I don't know if I'll do this again, but I do know it'll probably be awhile before I update. I just need to write a few chapters ahead, maybe go ahead and finish writing it.

I have to say though, I'm writing my Ironman story and it's finally coming together. You have no idea the struggle I've gone through to get this story right. I have so many documents in my FAILURE folder right now that it isn't even funny! I tell you what. If you answer my question, I'll give you a sneak peek of my IronmanOC!

P.S. The Avengers comes out in my area tomorrow! I have save up all of my money, just so I could get the best version! Then I found out my Mom's birthday is coming up soon, and if I buy the Avengers I won't have enough to get her anything nice…..my Mom knows how obsessed I am, maybe she won't cry. XD

Okay, question. In my Ironman story, in the Iron man 2 sequel, should Rhodes steal the suit, or should it just be the OC finally standing up for herself against Tony? What's your opinion? If you have another idea, just tell me and I'll think about it!