AN: Yeah, so this is the same Panem, but a different story. Whoa, that sounded deep. Anyway, enjoy and review. No hate please. So on other news, I was listening to 22 and Haunted while writing this, so, yeah, I had to add it in somehow. OMG! One day I will write a Effie Trinket/Prezzie Snow/ Katniss and Peeta fic of 22. No, a book of different moments in different characters lives where 22 has to be playing in the background. OMG SO EXCITED!

President Snow was considering what to do.

The rebels had not yet captured District One, or Two. He smiled at them. This is why I treat them better, he thought, because they are loyal.

The rebellion was no more than a pest, buzzing around his head, almost begging to be taken down with the swat of his hand. He was so sure, so confident in the Capitol that he let his arrogance get to him. Snow was almost willing to risk his life for the taunt of Katniss Everdeen. She would die a terrible death, served by no other than him. But he had plans, dangerous plans, very keen to fail. Disastrously for the victim.

But it would work either way.

Plutarch Heavensbee was tired.

He had spent the last hour at first making it from the Gamemakers Room to the hovercraft to District Thirteen, after spending hours making sure every single detail of the plan that had taken so many years to develop was perfect. He had barely made it onto the plane, and then it almost crashed from hitting the forcefield. Luckily, Beetee was able to pull a District Three trick out at the last moment to save them.

"Get Katniss!" Plutarch shouted at the co-pilot. She moved the claw down to the ground and closed upon her target. Being ever so gentle, she dropped Katniss onto the plane.

"Get Finnick, too!" Plutarch commanded. He carefully closed Katniss' eyes and let the doctors and nurses wheel her away. More nurses streamed in to escort Finnick, just brought up and able to stagger a few steps, to his bed. Beetee was wheeled out in a wheelchair.

"Plutarch, the statistics show that we can't get-"

The hovercraft swerved to the left, causing everyone to either, stumble, or fall. Plutarch found Finnick's group of doctors and nurses on the ground with him, along with Katniss', though the bed hadn't fallen, leaving her unharmed.

"We've hit the forcefield, sir!" the captain called, madly pressing the controls, "Our system's jammed!"

There were gasps of horror around him.

"Everyone!" he shouted, used to calling orders whenever there was an emergency in the Gamemakers Room, "I swear I will get you out of here alive! Stay calm! Get Katniss and Finnick to the ward, close the doors, bring up the claw," he ordered.

The co-pilot, nurses, and pilot rushed to their jobs, "Beetee, can you help us?" he asked, looking at the District Three man. He rubbed his chin for a few moments, "Got it!"

"Okay. So the forcefield hit what part?" he asked.

"The nose, sir," the pilot replied immediately.

"That means only the controls and counterparts near the front were paralyzed, or fried." He thought for a moment, "Plutarch, do you have any nuts?"

"Beetee-"
"Do you have any nuts?!"
"Yes," Plutarch replied, calling for the nuts.

Someone hurried down to the stocks and returned a minute later with the nuts.

"Okay, so Katniss only blew up a part of the arena, right? Well, she did that with a knife, buzzing with electricity. However, the electricity sent a counterwave back to her, since this is artificial energy, made by the Capitol. Simple. To get our hovercraft running again, we need to channel energy to our motors. The shock of it, if it was enough to stop Peeta's heart, can jump start the engines. All we need is someone to shoot these nuts, attached to the end of an electric cable at the forcefield, after the end of the cable is attached to the motors and engines," he explained hurriedly, weaving the nuts into a ball.

Plutarch nodded, somehow understanding what Beetee said, "The closest thing we have to an electric cable is the claw, and it doesn't connect to any of the motors or engines."

"Plutarch, get Katniss and FInnick to safety, and good, the doors are closed. Pilots, would you mind giving me and Plutarch those seats? Thank you. Now, The claw needs to be at a specific angle to get the electricity to your engines,, I see from the blueprint. 88 degrees for the claw. We need to hit the forcefield at a 22 degree angle. Brace yourselves!" he called.

Katniss was already wheeled to her room, but Finnick refused to do anything but walk to his room, which was taking much too long in his state.

"Beetee, can you take care of this? I have to get FInnick-"
"Just go Plutarch!"

He rushed to the nurses aid and desperately tried to get Finnick to at least sit down.

"Why?" asked the former tribute.
"Beetee is doing an electrical stunt to get us to safety. There will be a huge shockwave coming. We're barely able to stay aflight now, FInnick, please, just sit down. I'll tell you everything about the rebellion, but if you don't sit down, the electricity will go through you, not over you. Please, please, just sit down."

"Three!" came Beetee's voice. Wasting no more time, Plutarch sat down, bringing FInnick with him. Beetee had explained that the counterwave would go to the engine and motors, but a wave of electricity would pass through the hovercraft, making sure any other parts that got 'paralyzed' were working.

"Finnick, I have to tell you something," Plutarch whispered to the half-conscious man. "But you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone."

Actually, Plutarch was buying time for either the wave to go through, or Finnick to pass out, but he was okay towards both, a little more hopeful towards the second.

"Two!"

"Will you tell anyone?" Plutarch asked.

He could barely register that Finnick had nodded, leaning heavily on Plutarch and his breathing slowing a little bit .

"Good. But you can't even tell Ann-"

"One!"

Everyone in the hovercraft got a little jolt that woke them up, unless they were drugged. Finnick's head shot up.

"Annie?"

"No, no, FInnick. Go back to sleep," Plutarch coaxed. It was not good in this situation and state for Finnick to know that Anie Cresta was in the Capitol's hold. The nurses lifted FInnick onto a bed and rolled him away.

Plutarch hoped that he woke up before Katniss. He dreaded telling her the Capitol had Peeta.

Maybe he'd talk to Haymitch.

The memory was still there, fresh in his mind as if it were yesterday. It wasn't yesterday, though, he thought, It was a few hours ago. And with that, he fell asleep in his chair.