Hey everyone! It's been a long time since I updated but I just got back to school and my life has been kinda crazy for the past week. But no further ado-let me present zee next update!

Katniss POV

"Brainless!" yells Johanna with an ugly look on her face. "You got a present." Well, she doesn't look to happy about it.

"Oh," I say, "um, thanks, Johanna."

"Sure," she replies, "anytime….brainless." But as she turns her back to Finnick she sticks her tongue out at me. I have to choke down a laugh for some odd reason. It seems the only person she gets along with is Finnick! But she'd probably get along with Peeta too….if he were here.

Finnick hands a basket to me—one he made I think. Inside are rolls from my (!) district and freshly baked by the smell of them. The sight of them brings tears to my eyes for some reason. I never thought I'd miss the ugly old bread of District 12. "How many?" I ask.

"24," he replies loudly. Like, really loudly.

"Um….Finnick?" I say slowly…"maybe not so loud?"

He leans over and whispers in my ear. "You'll see. I want us heard." He slips a piece of paper into my hand and the way he does it nobody else notices. I nod…."Okay…" I also casually slip my hand into my pocket and drop the note inside.

Later that night, Johanna and I take the first watch, me because I want to read the note Finnick gave me, and her because "it's not like I would sleep anyways with you people guarding me," she told Finnick rater savagely I thought.

As soon as I crinkle the paper open Johanna notices. "Ooooh, what's that?" she asks. "A note from your future husband?"

"Shut up, Johanna," I reply and read the note.

Katniss, (&Company) Peeta's alive, in ok condition. A plan is going to rescue you tributes and Peeta, remember the bread rolls, tick tock, stay alive, trust nobody but your allies, get rid of this note. -~~~~~Haymitch.

"Seriously, brainless, just let me see the note," she says irritatedly so I hand it over to her. Her eyes bug out slightly. "Whoa," she says finally, "How did Haymitch get this note to you? Mentors don't actually touch the gifts before they are sent."

"How would you know?" I say.

"I was a mentor last year brainless!"

"Oh yeah, right," I frown. "It's a really weird note though. 'Tick Tock'? 'A pl-whaaa?" Johanna's suddenly clapping her hand over my mouth. "Mmmmph!" I struggle.

"Don't say anything about this," Johanna hisses in my ear. "Haymitch went to a heck of a lot of trouble getting this here, don't you put your mentor in danger."

"Okay," I gulp, because she looks really scary, all mad and stuff.

Peeta's POV

I carefully mark a circle for yesterday on the grime in my walls. It's something I thought of to keep track of how long I've been in here. Each shape is a day. The triangles are when Mr. Botkin take sme out and tortures me. The last time was three days ago. I'm expecting it again soon.

The squares are when Quince comes to visit me, even though she's only bringing me my food, I consider it a visit. And the circles are when nothing happens all day and I'm left here to drown in my thoughts.

The door creaks open and I jump, thinking it's Mr. Botkin. But the head isn't shaved, it's long and red, it must be Quince. "Hello," I say, my voice cracked from lack of use.

She smiles in return and sets my tray down. They haven't served the same thing twice in all the days I've been here. Today it's some sort of pasta with red sauce sitting on it. And a bowl full of greens. And a glass of milk. And on the side, as usual, a small cup of water with the three brightly coloured pills in their containers.

Oh, and a spoon.

I begin to eat hungrily, this is the only decent meal I get all day, the other times a jailer just throws in a granola bar or something and I only have that.

"So, Quince," I say brightly, "what's with the spaghetti, it seems so fancy."

Cook In A Good Mood, she writes on the ground with the end of my fork.

"Oh, well, tell her thanks-oh, um, never mind," I say. It happens a lot, I tell her to say something but then I remember that she's an Avox.

It's fine, she writes, and I start to protest- It's Fine, Peeta, Seriously. Drink Your Milk.

So I do. "Hey, there's a paper—" Quince quietly puts her fingers to her lips and I silence at once. I just stick it under my rockhard pillow to read…..later.

It's about three hours later when I get the note out. I've talked to Quince some more and added a square on my shape chart. This is what is says—

Peeta-DO NOT GO TO SLEEP TONIGHT. You must remain awake if you want to get out. We are coming this night. –A Friend.

I frown, squint, and read it again. Stay awake? Get out? They are coming? What does it all mean? But in the end I decide not to sleep. It can't hurt me if they decide to come.

True to my word, I stay awake all night. I'm just beginning to worry they (whoever they are) aren't going to show up and I'll have been mislead. But then I hear it. I cock my ears. It happens again. Somebody's muffled footsteps across the white tile of this terrible jail.

The lock on my door moves, and slowly it opens. I see who is outside of it—Peacekeepers. The man in front takes his helmet off.

And then I see a face I thought I would never see again.

Hooray for cliffhangers! So a lot has happened with both Katniss and Peeta-but who exactly is in that Peacekeeper uniform? I know...but I'm not telling! Mwahaha! I have lots more exciting things planned for this fanfic, and POSSIBLY a sequel...(Do you want one? Let me know!) I'm anticipating 15-20 more chapters depending on...well, you'll see soon!

Also, the 11th reviewer will get 1 specific question answered about this fanfic. (Please don't write your questions in the review though! I will get ahold of you probably via PM and then you may ask your question!)

RANDOM QUESTION: What's a really weird song that you like? One that I like is We Didn't Start The Fire by Billy Joel. It's old and weird but I like it for reasons unknown :)

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~~FuzzySocksAndWriting