It's another 2 chapter day. (: I hope you like it. I have testing all this week until Friday, so that may or may not affect updates. We'll see how that turns out.

"Give me syringe!" a strange voice barks. A needle plunges into my skin, a sharp pain for a second, but nothing close to what I've experienced in the Hunger Games. The syringe gives me my sight back, and I quickly sit up in the hospital bed.

"Where am I?" The room is all white, and the doctors are all odd-looking Capitolites. One man pushes me back onto the bed, and gives me an annoyed stare.

"I think it's best if you don't move," he says calmly. He has tinted pink short, cropped hair and light green skin. I estimate he's in his thirties, but it's hard to tell in the Capitol. He's small and plump and has horn-rimmed glasses. "I'm Dr. Benhara."

I lay my hand on my chest; my heart is beating, pumping blood throughout my body. "How…?"

"President Snow insisted you be brought back from the dead," Benhara shrugs. "Don't know why. Me and a couple other doctors," he motioned to the others, "revived you and healed your wounds. Your perfect again; good as new."

"How did you do it?" I ask, my mouth hanging open. Dr. Benhara and his coworkers laugh.

"This is the Capitol. We can do anything here," He reaches out and touches my hair, and then feels my face. "Good as new," he repeats. "Like nothing ever happened."

"I demand speaking to President Snow immediately," I tell him, prying his hand off my face.

"Very well," Dr. Benhara sighs, opening the door. "Come with me."

My legs are stiff and arthritic, like I'm just learning how to walk. "How… how long have I been dead for?" The doctor runs his hand through his hot pink hair, then begins counting on his fingers.

"I'd say about three weeks maybe? More or less," he concludes.

"What?" I gasp. The memories are flooding back one by one: kissing Cato, Marvel's traumatic death, getting slammed into the Cornucopia… My back is no longer curved in that demented way from the impact of hitting it. Wait one minute - "Who won the Hunger Games?"

"That brute from District 2," he chuckles. "I betted on him. I got a lot of money from his win."

Yes! I knew he could do it! I can't explain my feelings of utter happiness right now. Benhara interrupts my rare ecstatic state with his view on Cato.

"Turns out he's a softie, though. No one in the Capitol likes that," he scowls. "Did you see him kneeling next to his District partner when she was dy -"

"That was me, you son-of-a-bitch!" I press him up against the wall of the hospital, and threaten to punch him. If only I had my knives… I let him go when passing nurses warn me that they can put me to death as easily as they brought me back.

"Oh, did I say that? I meant -"

"I know what you said," I glower. "Now take me to President Snow."

"Yes, right away," he stumbles in front of me, leading us into an elevator. Turns out we've been three hundred feet underground, as low and the Capitol goes. Dr. Benhara hits the top button, labeled 'President's Office.'

After an awkward silence filled with cheesy elevator music, we arrive at the top of the building minutes later. This place must have at least seventy floors! It's the Capitol, I nag myself in Benhara's voice in my head. We can do anything here.

The doors open to reveal a nice little lobby-like waiting area. There are expensive paintings of fruit hanging on every wall, and a fuzzy white rug that was somehow spotless. Seating was everywhere, and some Capitolites occupied them.

A secretary looks up from her desk, the typing noise stops. Her brunette hair is piled very high on her head, her silver skin glowing, not in a healthy win. "Chloe DeBenedetto?"

The citizens of the Capitol look at me for a second and then they all stand up, applauding. They whisper in delight to their neighbors, some calling my name. In fact, some cameras are even flashing, so I smile best I can without showing confusion.

"This will all be explained in your appointment with President Snow," Dr. Benhara nudges me and motions towards the secretary. He gives me a friendly pat on the back and steps into the elevator, selecting the lowest button, giving me a wave as the door closes. I walk confidently to the desk, just like I did on at the Reaping. Capitolites love cool, collected District citizens like me.

"Chloe DeBenedetto," she repeats. She types some more things into the complex device known as a 'computer.' We don't have them back in the Districts. Not even District 1 is good enough for those. "The President is ready for you. Walk right into his office through that door," she points to the left and their lies an entrance to President Snow's office.

I nod and make my way to the door, then knock, turning the solid gold doorknob. Best behavior, Chloe. Your meeting the President of Panem.

"Hello, Chloe. I've been waiting for you," Snow smiles, and I can tell he's slightly annoyed.

"Hello, President Snow. It's an honor to meet you," I curtsy, no matter how gay that is. He can send me back to the grave with one simple nod of his head.

"Have a seat," he points to chair in front of his desk. "There is a lot to talk about in the short time we have." I obey, plastering a beam on my face.

"Do you know why you're here in front of me, alive, your heart beating again?"

"Not really, Mr. President. I was hoping you'd tell me."

"Do you know what an uprising is, Chloe DeBenedetto?" he asks me steadily.

"Almost like a rebellion," I nod, understanding completely.

"Exactly like a rebellion," he confirms, fixing the white rose pinned to his jacket. "You were brought back because my own citizens threatened to rebel against our government."

"What do I have anything to do with this?" The words come out choppy, as I'm stuttering. What did I have anything to do with this?

"You have everything to do with this. The Capitolites… well, as you may know, we always enjoy a good love story," he grins. "They're were so many 'shippers' of 'Chlato,' that if we didn't bring you back, we fear our glorious Hunger Games would come to an end."

"What do you mean?" I ask. Why would the Capitol's citizens start a rebellion against the President for my sake?

"You and your District partner… Cato, is it? The Victor of this year's Games… Well, so many people loved your relationship," Snow tells me. "Take a look at this,"

He signs onto something called 'Youtube' on his computer and types in 'Cato and Chloe: 74th Hunger Games.' This website is where users can upload their own videos and can make basically anything with other footage.

"Watch this," he commands, clicking on an icon that displays me and Cato's face. He presses the 'play' button, turns the computer towards me, and the video begins.

DISTRICT 2: CHLATO FOREVER flashes across the screen.

The first clip is of the Reapings, showing how we volunteered and were smirking at each other.

I saw you in my dream last night;

You had your smile so white,

I thought your teeth were the stars.

The next clip is of us stepping out of the train, waving to the Capitol citizens, dressed in beautiful, formal clothes.

Your eyes,

They were like tiny rivers

Well, it gave me the shivers

When you looked right up at me.

Training, where I hit all the targets on the dummy with my knives and Cato decapitates them and the trainers look impressed.

We never got to say goodbye,

We never sat down and cried

And watched each other's tears fall out.

Interviews. Me in my beautiful short, light pink dress with matching heels. I'm laughing next to Caesar, but you can't hear it, as the music drowns it out. The screen changes to Cato, who's looking bloodthirsty and brutal while he's talking to Caesar.

So I never got a chance to tell you,

Just exactly how well you carved your home in my heart.

The Tribute Parade. The kiss. Then waving menacingly in our provocative costumes, looking at each other with one feeling: desire.

You can stay here awhile,

In this hotel heart,

People come and people go everyday

The bloodbath. Racing towards the Cornucopia, killing everything in our path.

I'll never let it get cold or dark,

Or crowded, or never give your spot away.

Us kissing passionately on the second day of the Arena, while Glimmer is dying by Peeta Mellark's hand.

I bet you thought I'd be much smaller,

Well, I've gotten much taller,

My legs are like trees in the ground.

Cato and Marvel holding me down, pulling out the Trackerjacker stingers.

Say you'll stay here a while in this hotel heart,

People come, people go all the time.

I'll never let it get cold or dark,

Or crowded, I'll never turn out the lights.

My body slamming into the Cornucopia, Cato begging me to stay with him. By this time, tears are fully streaming down my face, soaking my light tan skin. This video really highlights our love for each other.

The video ends with the words CATO AND CHLOE: THE STAR-CROSSED LOVERS OF DISTRICT 2. President Snow scrolls down and tells me to read the comments.

CapitolGirlCutie1111 says 'As much as I think Cato is SO hot, he belongs with this girl. I'LL SHIP THEM FOREVER3'

ILOVECATOVINDISI says 'i cried when chloe died in the games…. cato really loved her ):'

ShipChlato4Life says 'going to start a rebellion be back later *ANGER* #bringchloeback!' this comment got 20,000 likes…

"There are a million other fan videos like that one," President Snow states. "That's why we had to bring you back. We had no choice."

I can't stop hiccupping and crying. Me and Cato were meant for each other. That rude, stuck-up young man was my universe, and I didn't even know if I could call him my boyfriend yet.

"You'll be going on the Victory Tour with him," Snow informs me. "Now that we've brought you back, we have to make it seem like you two were so in love that not even death could separate you."

"We don't have to make it look that way," I tell the President. "That's how it really is."

"Excellent," he nods in satisfactory. He picks up a phone from his desk and punches in the numbers. "I'm calling up Zorrelia Moonhaze, your escort. She'll take you to Cato Vindisi's house in Victor's Village. Zorrelia will meet you in the lobby on the first floor. Have a good one," Snow ushers me out of his office and right back to his waiting room.

I understand now why all of them love me. Well, they don't love me. They love us. Me and Cato. I know this will be all over the news, so I smile and wave, just like at the Tribute Parade.

"Chloe, Chloe! Over here!" I hear this everywhere I turn. "Smile for the cameras, baby!"

"Right here, Chloe! Look right here!"

"Chloe, I'm your biggest fan!" a little girl, about seven, pulls on my ugly hospital gown. She holds out a magazine with my face across the cover 'Revival At It's Finest: brought back from the dead by Dr. Kormian Benhara. Turn to page 24 for details!'

I take the black marker she's offering and sign my full name in a messy script. She's frozen, overcome with happiness that she can't even move. Her mother, I suspect, taps my arm. "Thank you for making her life!" she smiles. "Come on, Sabrine!"

I'm bombarded with other magazines, like 'Chloe and Cato: Their Full Story!' And I even sign some people's stomachs and arms and backs.

"Alright, everybody," the secretary calls from her desk. "Let the girl get back to her District!"

I run to the elevator when I have the chance and press the 'lobby' button. Zorrelia, beautiful in some exotic way, walks towards me as fast as she can with her nine inch heels on.

"Chlo-bird!" she cries, her hair more purple than ever.

"Zorrelia," I whisper, embracing her tight. "You don't know how happy I am to see you."

"Honey, we have some catching up to do!" she smiles.

"I know!" I agree with her for once, my sour attitude is gone. "Is Cato alright?"

"Oh, of course. The Capitol fixed him up. He looks better than he ever has." Impossible. Cato always, always looked his best. This thought makes me grin.

"I missed him so much," I suddenly frown, realizing he probably thinks I'm dead. "Zor, does Cato think I'm gone for good?"

"Hell no!" she claps her finger over her mouth after she said that. "Pardon me, I meant to say, absolutely not! He has a TV in his house at Victor's Village, obviously, and your all over the news! They've successfully brought you back from the dead! Your picture is everywhere."

I grin. Zorrelia consults her watch. "We have twenty minutes to get to the train station. Then it's a forty-eight hour trip back to District 2. Cover your face with your hands and don't attract attention to yourself."

I smirk; stardom feels good.

My name is Chloe DeBenedetto, and I've been brought back from the dead.

Chloe's back! Chlato forever! Who agrees?

The song for Chloe and Cato's youtube montage (mentioned by President Snow) is called Hotel Heart by Sharon Kenny. Listen to it, it's really cute and it explains their relationship perfectly (:

Also, I'm Already There by Nikko Lowe is what this story is based off of, so be sure to listen to that too. (:

~Alana