FILLER CHAPTER ! Ok, it is not really a filler chapter, it is actully very nessary, it will lead to a major climax in the story, but I really wanted to do this chapter in Tristan's POV 3rd person, so I did it. I will continue with Leo's POV this weekend, but I know because of the drama last chapter, there will be lots of akwardness in this chappie, and maye a little cliqueness. And when I mean a lot, I mean A LOT of drama. Chapter 11, here it is.

-SAVE THE NARGLES

P.S. I got this really crazy and kind of stupid idea for a Hunger Games One-shot, because I was eatting a mini-cupcake today at lunch. Should I do it, or not? Promise to read it if you say so. I will do a poll and keep it up for a week and see the results. If no one votes, the I will do it anyway.

Tristan was worried. Very worried. About Piper. He has not seen her out of her room when he was around for the past couple of days. Mellie told him that she has been sneaking out of her room to get food and take showers. At least he knows that she is not purposly trying to starve herself. But he wanted her to go back to school, to make friends, ones who are not teenage criminals. But why did she lock herself in her room? How horrible was the first day of school? That is a question unanswered. He wanted partly truthful answers.

He decide to ask Mellie what was wrong the next day, it was around the middle of September now. He did not know what to do. He asked her after he got back from a shooting of a scene. It was around 7, and Gleeson had a day off. This was the only shot he had to ask her.

"Mellie, I have a question?" Tristan asked her.

"Yes, anything." Mellie told him.

"Do you know why Piper is not talking to me?"

Mellie's face tightened, showing age he has never seen. She could be a thousand years old, the way she looked. But she answered a wise and thoughtful answer.

"The problem is that you are blind. You did not understand her feelings. That is what caused. But it is much deeper." Mellie said slowly.

"What do you mean?"

"You did not see that she was upset. The best thing you could of done was to leave her alone. She knows the worst. Hope, fear, hatred, power, destruction. She has seen it all. The strongest elements in a human soul. What happened was very minor. A small flame; a scratch. You just added fuel to flame. Cut it open even more. Now it is a full-on fire, a bloody opening in the leg. Time could solve it, but you are left with the ashes, the scars. That is what the worst does. Or you can leave it alone. To burn out, to heal. That is the best thing you can do."

"But what do you mean by it being deeper?"

"Why don't I explain?"

The voice was familiar, soft and kind, but stern when needed, like right now. Tristan turned around. Sitting on the couch, was the one and only person he ever truly head over heels for, the mother of his child, his love.

Ama Colombe. (I know, odd name, but is is a suiting analysis for the goddess of love? Would be Love Dove if it was a real name in English, but it is Italian.)

Her long brown hair was in a braid, cascading down her back in a wave of brown. She was wearing a black blouse and skinny jeans. Her eyes were ever-changing, but rolling like the ocean, colors crashing into each other, creating rainbow mist. She wore little make-up, mascara and lip gloss only. She looked like she had not aged a day. She was calm and collected, a blank slate compared to the feelings Tristan was feeling. She smiled, like he returned from work with flowers for her, like 14 years of no contact did not pass by and Piper had not grown-up.

Mellie instantly walked out of the room into her office. She understood that it was private, even before

"Ama la vita così com'è. (Love your life the way it is. Italian) You have still not learned that. You have never gotten over me, even though we have truly loved each other. Why?" She said quickly, her eyes boring into his.

He did not know what to think. What did it mean?

Ama continued, just as quickly as before, but with a little sympathy in her eyes, softer in color,sky blues and mousy browns.

"I still do love you, I had to leave you and Piper. But I have watched you both over the years. Piper has grown, mentally and physically, but you have not learned much. A few critical things, but not the skills to accent the major ones and make them worth while. Piper is the strong voice of the McLean's, not you. Your father found that, named because of her skill. It is a shame he is not here to show you the light at the end of the tunnel."

Why was she here now? Why did she talk about Piper as if she was inside her mind? Why did she understand Piper better than him?

"W..w..why did you come back?" He stuttered.

"To help you realize that Piper is in so much pain. More than any sane, or insane, human should ever feel. And that her hatred is not all your fault."

"Why then, why?"

"You took her from a place where she could be truthful. You took her from her friends, and from what little remains she has left, the people who could piece her back together. You don't know the whole story, and you never will. She has to hide herself, everywhere in he world. Except there. You took her from who she really is, not knowing how much it meant to her. For her fate, let her go. I know that she will not have a happy and sane future ahead if she stays here."

"Are you sure that you are right?"

"I don't know for sure, but it is very likely. Like 99% chance. And I am not kidding."

"I wish that you were kidding. Life would be a bit easier without the previous statment."

Ama laughed. "That is why I love you, Tristan. You know how to make someone enjoy the details of your personality, real or unreal. One of the reasons you became famous. I was just the first to see it in you. All you need to do is see the same things in other people and you're set. But why don't you take a peek at Piper's side. It would help you understand why. Now, show me where my lovely daughter is."

Tristan was still in a trance, but he walked Ama to Piper's bedroom. He tured the doorknob and it was open; he was expecting it to be locked. But what really shocked him was what he saw.

Piper was in bed, sleeping. She was smiling, and she had a bundle of flowers with her. On the floor was a guy, and he was leaning against the bed by Piper's head. He had curly brown features and elfish features. In shock her realized who it was. It was Mexican Elf, Repair Boy, Leo Valdez. A blaket covered his legs, and a small pillow was resting behind his head. His callused hand, with long nimble fingers, was twiching on his lap as he slept. The other was holding Piper's hand, rubbing the soft skin on the back of her hand with his thumb, still while sleeping.

"It is true love in the making." Ama whispered, stealing him out of his disturbed thoughts. "If anyone could make a major change in her life, it is him. He is her best friend, the best person to love her, and she loves him, just does not want to admit it. I personaly think that he is the perfect person for her, loyal, smart, and brave, her Prince Charming. Remember that, and you can let her go."

Then she kissed him on the cheek, sending sparks all over his skin, the way she always did before, when everything was perfect. But then the sound of thunder filled the room, and her looked up, even though there was sunlight fitlering though the room. She waked out of the doorway. Tristan knew she was gone, forever. It was no use to run after her. She was going to leave again. Just like before.

He looked back at Leo and Piper, they looked happy. But he realized that with Ama gone again, Piper was all he has. His only piece of hope. He can't let her go, he just can't. He should, but he could not give up everything.

We totally need Beethoven's 5th Symphony here. It would go great with this, the 'dun, dun, dun, dun's. Dang, why am I so crazy? Oh, I almost forgot. Review. PLEASE! OR I WILL HAVE BLACKJACK GIVE YOU A CONCUSSION, OR I WILL MAKE THIS THE QUIBBLER! (HARRY POTTER!)PLEASE!

-SAVE THE NARGLES