A/N- Okay, I just reread Mockingjay over the last two days, and it took everything I had not to just skip over the ending. Really, that ending is why I was planning on stopping this story at the start of Catching Fire, because I didn't want to get anywhere near that. Now, I may have changed my mind. If I get any reviews thinking it's a good idea, I'm planning on continuing the story, but changing Finnick's fate. I'm not saying Susan Collins had a bad ending, it was probably realistic. I'm just thinking of something happier. So, if anyone else thinks I should keep the story going after the start of Catching Fire, please say so. Thank you. Now, here's the next chapter. Sorry about how short it is, but what happens next needs its own chapter.

Chastity is sitting in a corner, her arms wrapped around her legs and resting her head on her knees, listening intently to Plutarch speak. I lean against the wall, not comfortable with sitting in such a small, dark place. Plutarch is pacing back and forth, going on and on about strategies and plans, but nothing exciting, nothing like I wanted to know. I'll admit that I don't pay much attention, but I don't feel like I need to.

It's just a bunch of planning, just more of what I've been sitting through in District 4, except it's made slightly more entertaining by the fact that there's a big shot Capitol guy saying it. His accent sharply contradicts the words that he's speaking, and I find myself focusing on that more than his words. That is, until he stops speaking, and takes several seconds to stare at me, then at Chastity.

"The next thing that I am going to tell you is important. I've suspected it for some time, but one of our spies just confirmed our suspicions. This discovery will, has, changed everything." He pauses dramatically, and I start fidgeting. Finally, he continues. "I'm sure that you have been taught about the destruction of District 13 since you have started school. It isn't anything but a bunch of lies." I stand up straighter, waiting to hear more. Now this, this is necessary. I immediatly know that this alone could change everything.

"What do you mean?" Chastity urges softly.

"District 13 still exists, underground, and they still have all of their nuclear weapons."

"So you're saying that we could just tell them to fire away and blow the shit out of the Capitol?" I ask. Plutarch looks at me like I'm, well, stupid.

"No, they aren't that powerful, and then there's always the danger of killing off too many people. We need to wait, to continue to be patient."

"Shit, what is wrong with you? Everyone just wants to be patient, while more innocent kids are dying every year. We need to stop this, and now we have nuclear weapons, so why wait? If you don't use them, what's the point of District 13 even existing?" Plutarch isn't phased a bit by my outburst.

"How would District 13 survive for so long?" he asks, and I can tell he's going to launch into another tirade. "It's obvious. They're underground. It would mean everything to have a command center that the Capitol couldn't touch. And that's only touching the surface on the potential that this information could entail. We've only hoped for this before, but now that it's valid information, we can think up so many more possibilities.

"The only reason we can't start now, however, is the fact that we simply don't have the support. We don't even know if 13 will support us. They have no reason to, not since the Capitol is just ignoring them right now. If they side with us, they'll be under fire, along with the Districts. Add to that that there are so many Districts that aren't going along with us, that don't even suspect that this thing is forming. It's just too risky to start yet."

"Let me guess," I say sarcastically. "We need someone to get the Districts fired up." He doesn't notice my sarcasm.

"Exactly," he says. "We need to rally the Districts. As soon as we have their total support, we can start the war." I purse my lips, but I have to concede to his point. What I don't understand is why I can't just say something about Snow turning me into a tool, turn myself back into the good guy, and become the leader.

I can get people to trust me, to follow me. I can use words, I have looks, and with all my stories of Snow's abuse, I even have that scarred history that gets the districts to relate to me when they could before, when they thought I was perfect. I could do it… I could so do it… but I'm the only one who thinks that, obviously. I'm guessing there are little complications, things like that, that make it unfavorable. Whatever. I don't care if I'm the face of the rebellion or not, I just want it to start as soon as possible.

"And is there anyone in mind you have to rally the Districts?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"We're waiting for the perfect person." Chastity gestures towards me, not saying a word. Plutarch shakes his head.

"He'd be good, but there are too many intangibles if Finnick was our leader. Even if the Districts knew the true story, they've already grown not to trust him. We need someone that they'll look up to wholeheartedly. His questionable mental health is also a red flag." I close my eyes when he says that, trying not to lash out at him. It's embarrassing, when people talk about it, but he's right. Besides, throwing a tantrum would just add truth to his words.

"There are few Victors that the Districts trust," Chastity says in her soft, powerful voice. "Not ones that can move a nation with words, yet that have the looks that can make their face the symbol of the rebellion."

"That is why we're waiting."

"And it has to be a victor?" I ask, knowing that if his criteria doesn't change, we could be waiting an extremely long time. If the Victor is good looking enough to be the face of the rebellion, they're most likely going to also get thrown into the President's brothel, therefore eradication any trust from the Districts. If they aren't good looking, they won't be as effective as a symbol.

And if by some miracle we do find a good looking victor that's old enough to really take up the role, and that can use words well enough to start the rebellion, then they'll have to do it before Snow can tear them down. Yet, that messes things up, because you don't want to tell a victor that just won the Games about the rebellion, because they might not agree, and that will ruin everything. They'd have to figure out how horrible Snow is before they're prostituted out, and then have the guts to tell someone, or else we could have the perfect person but not know to trust them. That basically results in a zero percent chance of a perfect victor coming around. But you take someone off the street, someone who knows how bad Snow is because he's seen family members starve to death, someone who can talk, who's strong, who has the looks… If it didn't have to be a Victor, Rafe would be perfect.

"Well, of course," Plutarch says in this way that makes you know the topic isn't up for discussion. "The people wouldn't listen to anyone who wasn't, not to mention that we couldn't trust them to stand up to the pressure. To win the Games, you'd need a lot of the traits that are completely necessary to lead the rebellion."

"So I'll take that as a no."

"It's a definite know. Victors are almost a different breed. No one else will come close to being exactly what we need." After that, the talk goes back to more about District 13, how we know extremely little about them except for that they exist, which isn't exactly that helpful. They're guessing on everything else, although some of their agents are attempting to make contact. I stop paying attention again for a while, until Plutarch says that Snow will notice us missing if we stay away much longer. He stays, but Chastity and I are taken back up through the floor, back into the building.

"Put your arm around me," she whispers in my ear. "The media likes to see Victors together, and it'll reduce Snow's suspicions." So I do. We walk out of the building together, and I start laughing, and she puts a small smile on her face. People on the streets look, and then they grin, like they all knew what was going on. Several even wave. I blow a few kisses, and Chastity just starts giggling, which sounds horribly wrong because she obviously isn't someone who giggles.

We do a very good job of pulling of the "we're both shit faced and just got together" act. I guess both of us have had plenty of experience with that.

We stop in front of the building I'm staying at, and I spin her to face me, then start making out with her right there, knowing that there are cameras, and she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. Neither of us are very enthusiastic, but to anyone watching, it's the perfect cover-up. I mean, if I just disappeared and Snow didn't see me with a girl, he'd think that I forgot my job, and Annie would pay for it. Now, he'd just think that Chastity and I were having fun in private.

I act like I have to peel her off of me, then take a step back.

"That was fun. What are you doing tomorrow night?" I ask her, using my most velvety voice. The one smooth enough the several women that are close enough to hear visibly swoon.

"I'm sure I can find time for you," she says, using the same tone that I did. I kiss her again.

"I love you," I say, loud enough that anyone around can hear. She urges me on with her eyes. "I really think that you're the real thing," I finish, my voice filled with sincerity. "You already know I love you, more than words can say," she says. Then, for dramatic effect, we kiss again. This one is long and slow. When we're done, she walks away, and I retreat to my apartment.

It's past two by the time I get back, so I head straight to my bed and sleep immediately, despite feeling like I'm drowning in my thoughts, thankful for the night off.

The rest of my time in the Capitol goes faster, probably because I'm teeming with information to give to District 4. The rumors of Snow and his poison, but more importantly, the discovery of District 13. This stuff is so important, all piling together, stacking up, getting ready for the rebellion. Now, it almost seems like everything is all stacked up nice and high, and that just one more piece, the leader we can't seem to find, will send everything, namely the Capitol, tumbling to the ground. And then, then everything will be perfect.

I'm thinking of this all the way home, kicking back in the car of my train, just waiting to give away all this big news. Then, I actually get home, and see what's waiting for me. Let's just say that my smile fades. Fast.