Yay :D Three reviews :) Thank you to jadesaturday, sanityisfiction and Writing4YourLove :D Thanks so much to everyone who put this story on Story Alert and Favourite Story :) Bigger response than I expected :) Anyways, here is Chapter 2 :D Enjoy and please review :) I need to know where I'm going wrong and what you guys want to happen :)

Chapter 2 - I Should Have Expected This

Peeta's POV:

I stared out the window the whole day. There was no sign of someone from the Capitol coming to pick me up. The longer I waited, the more I worried.

"You still here?" Haymitch banged on the door. I sighed and opened the door.

"Yes, why?" I ask, impatiently.

"Just checking up on you. Did you chicken out or did they forget about you?" Haymitch asks me, as he walks in the door.

"Forgot me." I grumble and close the door.

"Got anything to drink?" Haymicth asks me.

"Not for you." I reply.

"Spoilsport."

We wait for an other hour. We talk about the little things, that really don't matter, like Haymitch's geese and the bakery. I decide to give up and close the curtains. When I am going back to my seat, there's a knock on the door and I look at Haymitch, scared. He nods at me, to show that he thinks it's alright to open the door. After all these years, I still look for Haymitch's approval. I slowly walk to the door, to try and work up the courage that will be needed for the next few days. I take a breath and open the door. I wasn't expecting to see who I did.

Katniss' POV:

I overhear two Gamemakers discuss the fourth Quarter Quell.

"So, what do you think about Snow's idea for Katniss?" One of them asks.

"Should be good, since they've got that baker in his trap." The other laughs.

What? Peeta? What are they doing to Peeta? Where is he?

"How did they get him?" The first person asks.

"They told him about Katniss, and he jumped at the opportunity to come and save her." The second one replies.

Sounds like the Peeta that I know. At least, the one that I knew. The one that wasn't hijacked and the one the didn't try to kill me. I wonder does he still feel like that? Does he still hate me? I know I would, if the roles were switched. I've put his life in danger yet again. At least he is alive. I wonder if you could say the same about my family and Haymitch? I stop thinking about that, as it hurts too much. I go back to listening to their conversation.

"Well, we better get back for planning for later on. It's going to be brilliant." The first one said.

"Sssh, she might hear you." The other added and they both went out of the room.

Peeta's POV:

"Effie?" I am shocked to see her again. I never thought I'd see her again.

"Ah, Peeta. What a joy to see you again." Effie smiles and lets herself into my house.

"Effie." Haymitch mumbles, half shocked and half relieved.

"Haymitch. Still drunk as ever I see." Effie says, which causes me to laugh.

"So, how are you Effie?" I ask.

"Well, I am not good. I come here with bad news." Effie sits down. I look at Haymitch.

"About Katniss?" I ask.

"Well, not just Katniss. About you." She answers.

"Me?" I repeat.

"The Capitol is finally taking revenge for the rebellion. They blame you and Katniss for it. When you go to visit Katniss, you're putting your life in danger. So, I've come here to warn you. If you come back to the Capitol with me, you probably won't come back home to District 12." Effie says, sadly.

"What about Katniss?" I ask.

"They definitely don't want Katniss to come back home. I'm afraid they'll probably kill her. Haymitch, be a dear and get me a drink, would you?" Effie asks. Haymitch mutters something to himself and goes into the kitchen.

"Peeta, I'm not fully sure of the plans, but they want the two of ye dead." Effie tells me.

"I should have expected this." I say and sit down, trying to absorb what I've been told.

"So, are you going or not?" Effie asks me. Haymitch walks back in and waits for my answer.

"I'm going." I stand up. Haymitch comes in from the kitchen and looks at me, worriedly.

"Thought so. Well then, we better go. We have a big, big day ahead of us." Effie lacks her usual enthusiastic way of saying that.

"Good luck boy." Haymitch grabs onto my shoulder and pats my back.

"Thanks." That's all I can get out.