Okay hey again! Thanks to everyone who's still reading and reviewing, and I'm glad you like it. By the way because I had someone say they were 'not going to read if u r going to make clove die at least do something to prevent it from happening' (was anonymous but you said Mel so, Mel this is directed at you 3) I just want to say that for this story I am going to keep it like the book as this is just THG from the careers point of view with the assumption that they were in love because for all we know they were but we only knew what Katniss did. (sorry!)

But, I should say that because I've loved doing this story so much I do plan to do a short fanfic afterwards about what would have happened if Clove and Cato had won, from the feast, up until the end of the hunger games when they're taken into the hovercrafts, healed and checked over, and then finish it when they're reunited. I won't go into what happens after that because I'd be too worried that I'd never end it and it would go on with Snow annoyed at them too and blahblah so yeah (and I also won't say anymore on it because I don't want to give anything away)

Also my devoted readers will know that I have put this chapter up early as I usually only update at the weekends. I've put it up early simply because I was so pleased with the reviews I had and how many views this Fanfiction has had that I thought I'd put a chapter up early :)

The next chapter will be up on Saturday at about 1.20 because even though I have a party tha night I've written the chapter already so it will definately be up :D!

Anyway sorry about that (was a littlleee bit long) :P Hope you enjoy this chapter, be prepared to cry ;(

Chapter 13-The Feast

Clove's POV

As the sun slowly rises I look over to Cato. He's sleeping with his left hand curled tightly around his sword, his head resting lazily on his other arm. He looks so cute… I mean manly I mean… okay yeah he's cute. But I need to stop thinking about how cute he is, at least for today. The 'feast' (A.K.A the second bloodbath in my opinion) is what I need to focus on, specifically on Katniss.

"Okay, so the cornucopia is here." Cato points with his sword towards the circle in the middle of the piece of dirt in front of us. We've sketched our own kind of 'mini-map'. It would have been useful if Enobaria had sent us a pen and a piece of paper, or two pieces of paper so we could keep the plan with us, but oh well, not like we're going to be needing it the fight.

"And then this area is simply open space." He says, waving his sword around the area around the cornucopia.

Calmly I draw a small 'c' in the middle of the circle and when he raises his eyebrow I simply say "Makes it clearer." He shrugs and begins to separate the areas around the 'open space' drawing a second ring at first, and then lines coming out of it and writing letters in each.

"So here... we have the wheat field, where 11 ran off too." He marks the area with 'WF'

"And then around the rest of the arena" I state, taking out my knife and sectioning off the other and writing an F inside it. "We have the forest, which apart from a few caves and streams, is basically the rest of the arena."

"Which…" continues Cato. "Is separated slightly… Here. By the lake." Cato draws with his sword again, scrubbing out part of my forest line and drawing a large circle to represent the lake, drawing an 'L' within it.

"Okay. So, we're down here by the stream which I suppose we should draw in…" Taking my knife I draw two lines coming down from the east side of the lake, drawing it southwards and then curving it west slightly. Halfway down it I mark an 'X', representing us at our current spot.

"And then 11 we know is in the wheat field." Clove marks an '11' below the 'WF'.

"Katniss we know for a fact will be with 12, what's his name again, Peeta?"

"Yeah I think so."

"Anyway, they'll be either in the forests or a cave or something." Great, that narrows it down.

"Yeah… so basically we've no idea where they are." I smirk as Cato basically voices my thought.

"Yep, but let's think. They won't be by the lake because that's too open and they'd probably think they'd be found, and I can't remember any proper shelter near it."

"And they definitely won't be in the wheat field, Peeta was with us he knew I saw Thresh go that way, so unless the kids unconscious and Katniss dragged him there for some weird reason, he won't be there."

"Okay so, no lake, no wheat field. Forest wise, well I guess it's not open exactly, but they'd need better cover than just trees… the boy can't climb, and the precious 'girl on fire' won't be able to drag him up. So, they'll be in some kind of cover."

"And they'll need to be at most half a day's walk away from water."

"And without the lake…"

"They'll use the stream!" We say together. I smile gently to myself, unable to believe we're at the stage where we're completing each other's sentences.

"So… they'll be in this kind of area." Cato draws too large circles on either side of the stream with his sword, marking a 12 in each.

"Well that means they'll come from a southerly direction, well Katniss will, unless Peeta's better, though you said you cut him up pretty bad so I doubt that. I wonder what everyone else needs…"

"Who knows, either way they'll be dead by the end of it."

I smile and look up at the sun, it's nearly completely risen now, guess it's time to wake up Cato. We agreed to leave at sunrise, wanting to get to the cornucopia with enough time to spare.

I stretch calmly, although I've been awake for 2 hours (we decided to make watches into 2 hour shifts, going to bed, well sleep we don't really have a bed, at about midnight as the fire was starting to dwindle and didn't keep our mini-map as light as we'd have liked.) I'm still stiff, not having properly moved, well I haven't need to, for a while.

I turn and nudge Cato gently with my foot. "Cato, get up."

"Can't be arsed…" I roll my eyes as he scrunches up tighter in his sleeping bag. This is the hunger games and usually he would get up much quicker, but from my tone he knows there's no threat, so the lazy git stays put. Well, nothing for it.

"Cato come o- SHIT! CATO!" I begin to run to my left as Cato's eyes snap open and he scrambled out the sleeping bag, sword in hand then he turns to where I was facing and swings the sword out to hit whatever I shouted at.

"The fu-" He looks around confused.

"Well good, you're awake."

"You mean there's no-one here?! Goddam it Clove!" I smirk at him triumphantly; to be honest it's his own fault for not getting out of the stupid sleeping bag.

"Come on… we need to get moving."

"Alright… finish the plan?"

"Yeah, where'd we get to… oh we just worked out the general areas where 12 would be." Cato nods and walks over to the mini-map and I join him. With my knife I go over the lines, some of the nightly (capitol-made) wind blew bits of leaves and dirt over some of it so I quickly make it clear, and legible, once more.

"Okay so 12's in one of these two areas, depending what side of the stream they're on, and Thresh is in the wheat field. What about 5?" Cato looks to me as he asks this though I quickly answer with a rather casual tone.

"She's a scavenger… she'll be in the forests, don't put her number down because we won't know where, but it doesn't matter."

"Catching her is going to be a bitch…" I shrug at this, we know she's fast and sneaky, not having seen her since the beginning, but oh well, the gamemakers will drive her to us eventually, what with being able to have 2 winners, it's not like Cato and I will fight it out, and it is likely we'll be the final 3 unless the others get to her before the feast or at it, though again, I doubt she'll hang around, if she sees a fight she'll sprint off.

"Okay so. 11 will come from here." I draw an arrow coming towards the cornucopia from the what fields. "12 from the south, or south-eastern direction, unless Katniss left the night before and has gone around the lake…"

"Doubt it."

"Indeed. And then 5… will come from somewhere, I'm guessing that as we haven't seen her, the north." I draw an arrow from the north, though put a large circle at the base of it, representing that although she'll come from there, we don't know exactly what point from.

"So, the things we need will all come down and be placed at the cornucopia." I tap the small circle quickly.

"And then there'll be a pause. No doubt everyone will be there already and will just wait for someone to go first." Remarks Cato and annoyance grows within me as it dawns on me that we just won't know who'll be there first.

"Well we obviously won't go first, 5 won't matter as she can't fight. So, we'll only act if either Thresh or Katniss appear."

"Agreed." Cato points with his sword towards the arrow coming from the wheat field. "Should 11 emerge first, I'll run towards him and start the fight. When Katniss emerges, then you go towards her. And if it happens the other way round, then you go first followed by me."

"And if only one of them shows up?"

"Then whoever has her marked goes to get her, if they start struggling, the other will join them. Simple enough."

"Hm. Alright. Well that's that settled. Come on let's go." We quickly pack up our things and kick apart the remains of our fire, before setting off. Get ready tributes… your new victors are coming for you.

Cato and I sit silently, the cornucopia in front of us. We have around 15 minutes until we think the feast will begin, so for now, we wait. We agreed 100 metres ago we'd only talk in whispers or sign from then on, in case there was any tribute nearby. We don't want to start fighting them in the woods, far easier in the open.

14 minutes. Why does time move so slowly! I look to my left to see Cato scanning the area in front of us, his hand tapping his sword gently and I know he's looking for tributes, looking for Thresh though the field is so high that if he's there or anywhere near there, there's no hope of finding him.

My eyes scan the forests in front of me, looking for any sign of her, the 'girl on fire' the girl who has caused us so much crap. Every tree, every bush, every single piece of foliage that is in viewing distance I look at, filling each minute with an examining gaze as I try to find her. Yet to no avail. I think I see a boot, perched beneath the bush, yet then it rolls down a slight slope and I realise that it's just a darkened piece of wood. Figures.

2 minutes.

Cato looks to me and quickly motions me to him. With an eyebrow raised I step slightly closer, so there's merely an inch between us.

"Clove." He looks to me seriously, which only sparks further confusion within me. It's 2 minutes before the feast and he's choosing now to talk to me?

"Yeah…?"

He blinks once and takes a breath, before cupping my face in his and pressing his lips quickly to mine. There is so much passion within the kiss that it's like nothing I've ever felt from him before and all I want to do is be with him forever and always, and I know that's cliché but I just don't care. Is this truly what overwhelming love feels like? Whenever I heard princess stories as a child, of 'true, undying love' I always thought it stupid, what such thing could possibly exist? Yet it does… I sound like a foolish schoolgirl but who cares?!

The sound of a hovercraft meets my ears as a large shadow falls over the cornucopia, 4 bags, each marked with a number: 2, 5, 11, and 12, are placed on the table just in front of it.

Cato releases me and looks determinedly into my eyes and with the next three words all breath is taken from me. "I love you." I look to him, tears' gathering in my eyes as I finally feel like my life is complete, but his next shout catches me entirely off guard.

"There!" I blink away the tears, forcing myself to concentrate. You can be with Cato later Clove, focus.

Running to the cornucopia is the girl from 5, she grabs her bag and sprints off in a different direction. Cato and I simply watch her go, we don't need her. We need either 11, or 12.

And there she is… Katniss is running towards the cornucopia now, a quiver of arrows, Glimmer's quiver of arrows on her back and Glimmer's bow clasped within her hand, her eyes are fixed on the bags in front of her.

"Go Clove!" I smirk at Cato's comment and leap from the bushes concealing and set off at a sprint, straight towards Katniss. I've no idea what she needs, probably medicine, but I don't care, now, she dies.

She's got her bag I can't see her but I know she's coming my way and as soon as she appears my knife has left my hand, slicing across her forehead but not fatal. She's knocks an arrow and fires it but I quickly dodge it with ease, didn't she see me at the agility course? Idiot. I've breached the gap and launch myself on top of her, and with a simple bow and arrows there's nothing for her to do. I relish in the moment. She's mine… there's no-one to stop me, and I may as well enjoy this moment.

"How's lover boy?" I smirk as she simply keeps struggling beneath my grasp. The girl who has caused us so much trouble, is now at my mercy. "Oh I see… you were gonna help him right? That's sweet" Of course… that wound must be deadly, so the bag must be medicine after all, it's small enough. Maybe I'll take it after, for when we face 11. "It's too bad you couldn't help your friend. That little girl, what was her name again? Rue? Yeah well, we killed her." The little 12 year old… she was just as weak as Katniss really, all she did was aim and release a couple of arrows, and how the hell did she get an 11? Oh well… I guess I'll never now.

I smirk as I press my knife slightly harder into her neck, loving the next words that come from me. "And now… we're gonna kill you." My knife nearly drawing blood, I smirk at her, the last thing she'll ever see.

What the heck!? No! There are strong hands on me and I'm thrown from her. Is this Cato, wanting her instead? I spin around agitated, but Thresh is his target! 12's mine! Would he really do that!? But no… no! It's 11! He's got me! NO! He's holding me against the cornucopia and the cold metal makes me flinch slightly.

"Did you kill her!?" N-no! He's got me I try to escape and I can't.

"No!" I continue struggling; I can't die, not now! Not when I'm so close!

"I heard you!" Thresh looks at me with fury, his eyes ablaze.

"CATO! CATO!" Where is he! Where's Cato I need him he needs to help me, he needs to stop thresh, he's going to kill me. My eyes are filling with tears and my voice is nothing but panic as the memory of a small 10 year old, struggling against a much larger 12 year-old battling him with a sword comes to the front of my mind

"Get up Cato!"

The boy pushes himself up again, glaring hard at the best 12 year old in the class. In airness he shouldn't even still be with us, now he's 12 he should go to the other training group though of course he wanted to come to this last one just to fight this boy again. The 12-year old attacks, and in a few simple motions, the sword is at the boys throat

"Pathetic Cato… Ag-" The bell goes, signalling lunch and catching everyone off guard. "Hmph, saved by the bell, no lunch, 10 laps, and then practice with the dummies, by tomorrow you better be able to beat them." I blink once as I continue to watch them as the trainer turns and walks off briskly, leaving the two boys alone. Why doesn't he go to lunch…? Did he get laps too?

"You may as well give up Cato, you're brother died last games and he was meant to be one of the best, obviously he wasn't…" Oh. He's that boy Tyson's brother, the tribute in last year's games. He came… 3rd I think.

"That wasn't his fault!"

"Idiot should have seen the mutts coming"

"Don't you dare insult my brother…"

"Or what?" I'm angry now, what kind of… what did Rebekah used to say… git? Yeah. What kind of git turns around and insults someone's sibling when they only just died in the arena? He did come 3rd.

"OI!" As one, the heads of Cato and the annoying kid turn around and spot me, small, little Clove, a knife in each of my hands.

"Get off of him you bastard." I try to glare intimidatingly but he just looks back to me in confusion

"Who the fu-"

"Get off of him, or this knife will end up in YOU instead of being held in my hand."

"Think you scare me?" The boy got away from Cato and began to walk towards me, now he was trying to be intimidating, well, he's the one who's going to end up in trouble. I can still remember as I formed that sweet little plan in my mind.

"Nope. I just think you're easy to manipulate." To Cato's astonishment, I start giggling, and then a fist collides with my jaw, at the exact moment that the trainer comes in. Although I was braced for it, it still SERIOUSLY hurt, but oh well.

"Allan! How dare you attack an 8 year old!" You're in the shit now buddy.

I smile weakly as I remember our first meeting. And can't believe how much we've progressed since then…

"The… the rule change… two tributes from the same district… we're going home? Cato, Cato!"

"Wha-" Cato looks up at me confused as I squeal in delight.

"We're going home! The rule change! We're going home!" He instantly sits bolt upright, smiling widely at me, and we embrace, the third time, he feels so good… and then he pulls back and looks into my eyes, and kisses me.

He kissed me…

I open my eyes and see Thresh's demented face and scream for dear life "CATO!" I need to tell him that I truly love him; he knows it… he does, but I need to tell him, I just need to tell him! Why couldn't I have told him earlier! "Cato! I-"

BOOM

Okay I was so sad writing this chapter and I didn't originally plan to include the memory of their first meeting but I thought it worked so well so, there it is. So sorry guys but I will put up an alternate ending after this Fanfiction, so keep reading, there's only a few chapters left xxx

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-Tara