Allo! We are getting closer to the 100 chapter mark, in which I think which might set a record, I'm not sure. But I do know in all of the 3,400-something stories everyone has written for the HG series, I have the third longest. Out of over 3,000! So this chapter goes out to everyone who has read and reviewed my story, and encouraging me to not stop. Without you guys I would have quit a long, long time ago. So thank you, and enjoy chapter 92!

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I got back to the room at about 9:00 in the night. After I had left the cafeteria, I had scoured all of the Refuge Quarter a second time for more information on Project Rebuild, but they all seemed to have just as much information as Finnick did; District Twelve was currently under construction and would be done in a few weeks. Though, when I was exiting the Judges office after asking him about it, I caught something from the next room. People were talking. About the Capitol.

I know, eavesdropping is considered rude in most civilized countries, but I stood there in the doorway listening.

"…Alaska." said an older female's voice.

"All the way up there?" A man responded. "Any word on how they are doing with rebuilding their empire in all that ice?"

"No. Just that they have, indeed, relocated there and they're working on a plan to attack."

"How is Thyme doing?" the man named someone I had never heard of. "No one is getting suspicious there, right?"

"He reported Snow has been keeping an eye out for him more than the others, but that is all the suspicion so far told." A pause. "Hold on a second."

Chairs scraped the floor and I heard footsteps near the door. Thankfully, I high-tailed it out of there before they caught me listening in. So the Capitol was thriving up in Alaska, and Thirteen had a spy up there feeding us information. That was more than enough.

I gave a quick knock on Katniss' room door and walked in. To my surprise, Ms. Everdeen was the only one awake. She was sitting in a chair next to the bed where Katniss was fast asleep, curled close to her little sister, who held her hand. Both of their hair was done up in two thin braids on either side of their heads. I smiled softly and turned, apologetic, towards their mother.

She smiled back at me and whispered, "Sorry; Primrose took your spot, there, Peeta."

"It's alright." I pulled up a chair close to the bed as well, and felt my lips twitch up in another smile. "I'll figure something out."

Ms. Everdeen let out a quiet laugh.

Things were quite for a few minutes while we just sat there watching Prim and her sister sleep. Thinking of it like that sounded stalker-ish… After about ten more minutes of being creepy, I stood up silently.

Katniss' mom blinked sympathetically. "I could wake up Primrose, if you would like. We could leave and let you get some rest."

"No, no, it's fine." I watched as Katniss mumbled something in her sleep. "I can sleep in my room. I am just concerned because of her night terrors."

Ms. Everdeen looked contemplative. "She used to have those back in District 12. Except they weren't very bad and we just stayed by her until she had it out and woke up."

The split-second feeling of stupidity vanished. I shook my head slightly to myself. "Well, almost every night I have spent with her in the past year they are horrible. It takes a while for me to calm her down and realize she isn't being eaten alive by muttations and such."

Katniss' mothers' eyes widened a few degrees and there was a long silence between us before she un-tensed herself again. "She really does need you, Peeta."

For some odd reason these talks with Ms. Everdeen made me uncomfortable. It could be the unnerving fact that someone knew just how much Katniss and I loved each other. Or it could be how casually she said it all. I wasn't sure, so I didn't respond.

"You give her so much that I can't." She looked fondly up at me, like maybe a real mother would. "Maybe I should wake up Primrose after all."

"It's really alright," I was about to stop her when a pair of sparkling blue eyes opened and looked at me.

"I'm awake." Prim whispered. "But I don't want to wake Katniss' up."

"Come on…" Ms. Everdeen pulled the thin blankets off of the two and helped her daughter off the bed carefully so Katniss' wouldn't wake up. "It's late, Primrose. We should be getting off to bed. Peeta and Katniss need their rest."

So true.

Prim flicked her braids behind her shoulders and looked at me. "I guess we'll see you tomorrow, then."

"Sure." I attempted an easy smile. "See you."

But after a second of hesitating, she wrapped her arms around me. "Hey, Peeta?"

"What?" I hugged the 14-year-old back.

Primrose looked a bit shy. "If-if something does go wrong with Katniss surgery and she doesn't remember you, would you still be my friend?"

It felt as though a watermelon was lodged in my throat, making it hard to swallow. Maybe Finnick was right and everyone had given up hope, even though no one would admit it. I pulled away from Prim and nodded. "Of course I will."

"You and I are going to fix her back, right?" She whispered, smiling sweetly. "We are going to help her remember?"

"You betcha." And I completely surprised myself by giving Prim a fond kiss on the head. We may not be related by blood, but she was special to me like a sister I never had. "Goodnight, Prim."

"'Night, Peeta!" And with a second smile, she took her mother's hand and they left.

Now silence had completely befallen the room once they were gone. Katniss' steady breathing paced mine and I slipped under the covers with her. I'll just have to tell Katniss' the news tomorrow morning. And then…somehow we are going to gather up everyone that we have come to know through the Games. Finnick, Annie, Johanna, Haymitch, and…. I frowned slightly to myself. Was that it? That wasn't a lot for a whole years worth of rebellion and Games. But I'll just have to worry about that tomorrow.

As gently as possible, I tucked my arm around Katniss' shoulders, propping her head up on my shoulder.

"Hmmm…." Katniss murmured and peeled her bleary grey eyes open. "Peeta?" Her words we very slurred from sleep. "Wusshappenin?"

"Nothing, love." I pressed my lips to her temple and pulled the blankets under her chin. "Go back to sleep. It's late."

"Mm…" She yawned and glanced around. "Are Prim and Mother gone?"

"Yeah. They left a few minutes ago. It's just me."

Katniss mumbled something else and scooted slid further onto my chest, curling up. "Mm-kay… Night…"

"Goodnight, Katniss." Shifting my position, I wound my arms around her again and laced my fingers together on the small of her back. Little things like this are what made Katniss' and my relationship so unique. Unlike every other 'couple' I knew at school who thought it was a game to get the 'hottest chick' in school and be able to hold hands with her, we are real. And if things go exactly as I plan, I will spend the rest of my life with Katniss.

Softly, as not to wake her, I kissed her forehead and closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

I didn't know what time it was, but some point in the middle of the night, I woke up to screaming. Frantically sitting up and looking over, I saw Katniss lying sprawled out on the bed next to me, back arched. Her whole body was trembling, especially her arms. Another tremor raked her, and Katniss' mouth opened again. But before she could let out another scream, I scooped her up and gently shook her shoulders.

"Katniss, wake up! You're okay." I whispered, holding her tightly against me. "Wake up, Katniss."

Another shudder ran the length of Katniss' body and instead of screaming, horrified cries escaped her mouth, along with jerky movements. I didn't know if she was still sleeping or hallucinating, but whatever it was scared the crap out of me.

"Katniss, please wake up!" I held on tightly to her shoulders despite her thrashing.

Her whole entire body stopped dead. For a millisecond I thought that it was a good thing, but as soon as I thought that, she let out a spine-chilling screetch and jerked away. That seemed to knock her awake, but when she did, horrible, despairing sobs ripped from her chest and she curled up into a little ball away from me.

I put my hand on her shoulder but she flinched away, still weeping. I ignored that and instead, I propped myself up on my elbow, put my arm around Katniss, who still had her back to me, and pressed her to my chest. Well, she couldn't fight that, now, could she?

Katniss pretty much dissolved against me, if you could put it that way. When her sobs didn't stop, I just held her tighter, arms wound around her waist, back still to me.

"Shh, shh, Katniss' it's okay. I'm here. You're fine…" We were both lying on our left side, so I unwound my right arm and smoothed her hair back comfortingly, again and again. "You're okay…"

Ever so slowly, Katniss' sobs grew hushed and she shivered.

Our bodies were perfectly aligned against one another. I could feel Katniss' rough heartbeat in my chest, as though it were my own. Her head was against my collarbone and her toes just brushed my ankles. Every part of our bodies were touching, which I was more aware of than I have ever been. I am sure Katniss could feel my own heart pounding as well.

For a moment there was silence, the aftershock of whatever Katniss' nightmare was. Then I lowered my hand from her hair and encircled it back around her thin body. "You're okay, Katniss. I'm here."

She took a ragged breath and her voice was just barely a whisper. "Thanks."

I didn't say anything in response, just pulled her closer to me and kissed right under her jaw line. Remember what I said about feeling each others' heartbeats? Well, Katniss' went mad at my touch. I nearly laughed.

Katniss stopped gripping her elbows to her chest feverishly. Instead, I felt her arms lower and hold mine closer to her. But her heart didn't calm down.

My fingers wound with hers. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah…" Her muscles began to slowly relax, one-by-one. "I am now. With you." And Katniss snuggled deeper into my chest.

"Glad to hear it." I leaned forward and brushed my lips against her neck, sending shivers down her body. "It seemed like a pretty bad nightmare."

"Meh…" Katniss twisted her body around to look at me. "The usual. Running for my life but ending up being eaten by people I love."

Maybe it was the adrenaline from Katniss screaming attack, but I wasn't in the least tired. "I see…" A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth and I buried my face in her neck.

" Peeta!" she half-gasped, half-laughed. "What's with you?"

I pulled away long enough for her to see the light in my eyes. "Honestly? I haven't the slightest clue. You tell me." But then I broke our gaze and pulled her close to me again. Funnily enough, I think I found Katniss' ticklish spot, because when I nestled my face in the nape of her neck, she giggled. And trust me when I say it, Katniss doesn't giggle often.

"I swear, Peeta I—" She stifled laughter. "Something's up with you…"

"Do you want me to stop?" I pulled away and widened my eyes innocently. "Sorry if I went too far… I guess I just got carried away…" Like I expected, it worked.

Katniss looked slightly guilty. "I-I didn't mean for you to stop exactly. I was just pointing out you don't do that often."

"No, no, it's okay." I rolled around onto my other side, back to her. Of course, we both knew I wasn't actually upset at her. "Really, it's fine."

"Peeta." Katniss put her hand on my shoulder to turn me around. But when I didn't budge, she flopped her body over mine. "Don't be angry. You know I didn't mean it." she groaned.

Hehehe… I turned my head slightly towards hers so she could see my grin.

Katniss' face turned from her fake 'oh, I'm so sorry' look, to her 'you are in big trouble' look. I loved when she used that face. "Peeta Mellark, I hate you so much."

"No you don't, you love me." I was so used to this by now, it was almost routine. I rolled back around, bring a limp and no-quite-offended Katniss with me. "I knew what you meant."

"Good." Katniss expression changed back to normal and she rested her head on my chest. "Do you know what time it is?"

"Er…" I looked around the room and my eyes feel on the tiny dialog clock hanging in the corner, illuminated by the light from the bathroom. "Four thirty in the morning."

"That isn't too early." She scoffed. "We can go with only seven hours of sleep, right?"

I shrugged and propped myself up on my elbows behind me. "If you want. We can gather everyone up at…one? Is that okay?"

"Yeah, it's good." Katniss scooted off of me and sat cross-legged at my side. "We get nine hours to ourselves."

"That's a lot." I couldn't hide my grin. "But what could we do with all of that time if we aren't going to go back to sleep?"

It was obvious Katniss could hear the slight sarcasm and shrewdness in my voice. "I don't know you tell me."

We both grinned, but I was the one who pulled her closer for a kiss.

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Hehehe… I guess this chapter wasn't very meaningful. But, in the words of my best friend, as long as the pointless-ness is full of fluff, it doesn't matter. But I want to ask your opinion on something. As you know this story is super long, and I was talking to my buddy about it and she thinks that it should end when Katniss wakes up from the surgery. What do you guys think? Should I stop it there and write a sequel? Or should I just keep on going with this story and let it be 500 chapters long? (That was probably exaggerating don't worry) Well, there is a big blue 'review' button down there screaming your name! ;D