Hey Everybody, I'm back with a new chapter! This update will be in Peeta's POV and will be the set up chapter for the rest of the story! So this is a lot of fluff, but it's needed to set up what's in store for the next update! THANK YOU ALL SO INCREDIBLY MUCH FOR THE READS AND REVIEWS! I LOVE YOU ALL! Here's the update!

He'll come back to you. He'll come back to you…that's the last thing I remember thinking before I hear a noise outside of the cave…-

***Peeta's POV***

I prepare myself for the things that'll be spat at me when I return to the cave. After all, I didn't even tell Katniss that I was leaving. But isn't this exactly what she did to you in the first games? Leaving without approval…isn't it what was right to do? Maybe you should have left her a note or something. You're an idiot Peeta. But Annie saw me leave so I know she must be starving, and if Annie's health isn't fair, Dillan will never survive…plus Katniss loves Dillan…She wouldn't want him to die, would she? No. She would never want that. So I'm just keeping her heart safe right? I begin to realize arguing with myself is useless, there are far too many things to balance out. Maybe if I hurry I can make it back before she even wakes up. That's what I'll do! I look up and see the shining Capital, and begin to think that it's possible that I could make it back in time. I quicken my pace and I hear my metal prosthetic leg clank against the metal pavement. There are numerous places to eat in the newly rebuilt Capital…but none of which I can afford with the small amount of money I normally carry with me…That's when it hits me. I have absolutely no money on me. I can't use my tittle to my advantage without giving away that I'm well…Peeta Mellark. I hit my head with my fist at my own ignorance. Great job Peeta… My eyes scan for anything not so… "Metallic" something that looks like it isn't…Star crossed lover crazed. I fail to find anything remotely along those lines…I wander through the streets with my head down low. It's a miracle I haven't been recognized, but I refuse to take any chances and lift my head. I decide to keep my eyes locked on my foot, and wait until I reach a different part of the capital to find a place to propose my tittle to. Everything was going pretty well until I bump into a small person. It's a little boy with a stained white apron on. I lift him back to his feet and dust off his hands. His light green eyes meet mine and he only has to open his mouth with a smile before I slap my hand over his mouth. I pull him off to the side and into an alley. His eyes are very wide set and filled with excitement, if there was a way to describe it, it was almost as if he were about to pop. I keep a firm hand over his mouth, and begin to think things through about how to explain the current predicament to a child.
"Ok buddy…I'm going to take my hand off of your mouth. But you have to promise you won't scream or anything like that…Alright?"
His little head full of dark brown seam hair shakes along with the rest of his head. I cautiously ease my hand off of his mouth and he puffs his chest out. I rub my eyes and think of a way to keep my identity from him…
"YOU'RE PEETA MELLARK!" I have to slap my hand back over his mouth and shush him.
"Yeah…that's not important. What's your name?"
"Well I'm Charzello. But everyone calls me Char. Charzello is definitely not my idea of a good name, but when your dad is from the cap-"
"Char. Are your parents good people? Willing to help another?"
"My mom can help you. Come with me."
He takes my hand in his and pulls me behind him,
"Gee gawsh, won't mom and dad be surprised when I bring home THE Peeta Mellark!?"
"Shhh Char…I-I-I…Let's play make believe…until we get to your bakery, I'm not Peeta…okay?"
"Sure! Do I get to be Finnick Odair?" He flexes his tiny stick like arms and lets out some "intimidating" sound.
"Okay. You be Finnick, and I'll be Ceaser Flickerman…" I smirk at his name and Char seems to be amused by it too because he gives me a giant half toothless grin.
"My bake store is right around this corner. But we can go in the back entrance."
I nod follow Char through the half broken down wooden door. The smell of various breads and meals hit me in the face and taunt my growling stomach. But I try to focus my mind on the current goal. Food for Kat, Annie, and Dillan.

"Mommy! I brought a friend back…"
"That's nice dear, which one of your little friends is it?"
A tall slender woman walks out from one of the various baking racks. She is most definitely from the seam…grey eyes, dark seam hair, and a thin frame. Her cheeks are a little larger, obviously from owning the bakery. She obviously makes me think about Katniss, but her face structure is much different. Her eyes widen in the same way that Char's did when he realized exactly who I was. She flips her hair behind her shoulders and runs over to greet me. Her hand extends out to mine and she just holds mine in both of hers.

"You-you-you're Peet-what can I get you Mr. Mellark?"
"Please, just call me Peeta. And I was actually wondering if you could help me out with a predicament I'm in."
"Wait…Peeta…aren't you supposed to be preparing for some grand dinner with Plutarch and Ceaser?"
"You see mam' that's why I need your help…Me, Katniss Everdeen and Annie Odair have been trying to free ourselves from the interviews…But Annie had her baby…and they are safe…but starving."
The lady rubs her temples and lets out a long sigh. Without me actually asking or saying anything her large grey eyes scan the shop. She runs off without another word and returns with a large bag full of different breads.
"Listen to me Peeta. You take this food and get away from this place. It's not too late…for you, Katniss or even Annie. I hate the Capital. I'm glad to see their little "show dogs" hate it just as much as I do."

A broken crooked grin sprouts on her face and I rashly pull her into my arms and hug her for a couple seconds. I feel the tears well up in my eyes and I can only whisper a few words. "Thank you." This bag of food has given me reassurance that things are going up from here that things can and are getting better. There's an enormous weight off my shoulders and I can't help but breath out a small laugh of pure joy. I then turn and pull Char into my arms.
"Well I don't believe you need to be the great Finnick Odair anymore. You've made a title for yourself. The great Char. The little baker that saved the star crossed lovers. Thank you Char. Thank you for saving me and Katniss Everdeen. So when you don't see us with the funny blue haired man on tv…you know that you're the one that freed us. Thank you."

He smiles proudly and then extends his hand and I shake it with a laugh.
"Wanna walk out with me Char?"
He nods excitedly, and jumps over towards the door. I'm standing in the alley when he runs back into my arms and wraps his small arms around my legs.
"Bye Peeta."
"Bye Char."

He pulls out and locks his eyes on mine. Suddenly there's a large crash from the bakery, I hear a woman scream and Char cowers into my and shakes violently.
"Did your mom burn herself on the oven or something?"
I rub his dark, shaggy seam hair. He's very slow to answer me and I bend down and kiss the top of his head.
"What's wrong Char?"
"Daddy must have seen the missing bread…"
"What do you mean?"
"I gave a loaf to a sick friend one time…he hit me, and my mommy for letting me."
"Is your father in there now?"
"He must have come back…"
I continue to hear the scream of what I know has to be Char's mother. The anger only builds in me, stronger and stronger, and as soon as the venom pulses through my body I don't remember anything. The last thing I remember is telling Char to stay in the alley, that I would come get him when it was safe.

When my vision clears I'm standing in the bakery, my hands are throbbing and Char's mother is shaking in the corner. I look all around and see nothing else but the flash of cameras. It's blinding me and with the exhaustion, that I believe was caused by an attack, I crumble onto the ground. I can't do anything but lay there and let them take their pictures. I stare at the ceiling and all I manage to hear are the paparazzi's words tumbling out. But I can only make out one question before I pass out.

"Tell us Peeta, why did you kill this man?"-

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