A/N: Hey Guys! Sorry for the late update. I was on a trip this last week.

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If Prim noticed anything weird with Katniss she didn't express it. Truth be told, if Prim even were to ask her about it, Katniss wouldn't be able to answer. Seriously, what would she say? She was having sex dreams about a ghost or... something, she really didn't know… She'd been seeing him everywhere lately. Since 'the bathroom incident', she can't seem to get him out of her mind. She sees flashes of him in her peripheral vision everyday.

The dark, deserted road was surrounded by tall trees and only the moon and her headlights illuminate her surroundings. Prim was fast asleep in the passenger and she heard what sounded like thunder. She sighed exaggeratedly and laughed to herself as the radio cut out. 'Way to be in the creepiest position imaginable.' Prim stirred beside her and snored softly, distracting Katniss for a split second as her eyes flashed beside her.

When she looked back he stood in the road, arms extended outward, telling her to stop the car. She screamed and her brakes screeched as she slowed down. It wasn't enough and she hit the poor guy. Prim was alert now and was looking around wildly. Katniss just looked on blankly, mouth agape.

"Katniss!" Prim yelled and shook her arm before getting out of the car. She saw her sister run in front of the car, crouch down and disappear from view.

After shaking herself from her stupor, Katniss wandered out slowly, afraid of what she'd see. She placed her hand in front of her mouth and nose in horror as she saw the pool of red. Something overcame her, she knelt next to his limp body and held his hand in hers. She looked at it intently, it had that same scars- burns she noticed and his touch felt the same.

She looked to Prim, always the doctor, with raised eyebrows. She took his pulse and deflated, Katniss's eyes widened. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to feel. From what she could decipher, it was mostly emptiness.

She couldn't even feel the beating of her heart as she looked at his flaxen hair. She wished more than anything for him to open his lids so she could see his eyes. In that moment, it was all she wanted to see. Tears began to pour out of her eyes for the stranger.

At this point, Prim began to notice Katniss's strange behavior. "Katniss." She urges, shaking her sisters shoulder. "Katniss! We should call an ambulance or something." But her sister ignores her and continues to stare at the lifeless body. Her hands, now soaked in blood begin to trace to contours of his face, landing lastly along his lips. Katniss leans forward and rests her forehead against his. Prim sees her lips moving in a whisper but is quite perplexed at her sister actions.

"Please wake up." She pleads against his skin. "I need you." She said, closing her eyes and placing a kiss upon his head. She didn't even know why she was saying these things but she meant them.

"Ego postulo vos." She snapped back as if she'd been slapped and widened her eyes. Her gray ones met the bright blue color that she'd begun to know oh so well. He laughed hoarsely and sighed. She watched on, surprised as his wounds began to heal before her. Her mind raced as she tried to explain what was happening. She'd known of many creatures that could survive that kind of hit, but... she didn't really know what he was. It was the look upon his face. One of purity. Now, she was as close to an expert as their could be and she didn't get this impression from anything else. So, while Prim's mind immediately went defensive, Katniss continued to hold him. Feeling as though she knew him, knew he was trustworthy.

Prim, once again was baffled at the sight of her sister and whatever was happening. The girl picked him up and laid his head in her lap. He stared up at her, admiration in his eyes. Prim stood up, gun in hand pointed toward the blonde man, but she felt like an outsider. Like she didn't belong in this moment.

The man, despite having been able to speak before, passed out soon after. Katniss began to panic, her thoughts wandering to death and crazy reverse effects but, ultimately, his steady breathing alleviated her concerns. She watched as his body slowly healed, focusing on a cut on his face most of all. It delicately laced itself together, taking a fair amount of time and... strength she'd imagined.

Prim still never let her guard down, after a few moments she began to worry. This wasn't her sister. At least, she was entirely the same. "Katniss!" She yelled at, apparently only the night because the brunette didn't so much as blink.

What could she do? She stepped forward at hit the girl in the face. Seemed like a good enough option, right? Katniss jolted, struck from whatever sense she'd been afflicted with. "What the hell, Prim!?"

"I should be asking you the same thing." Katniss scrunched her eyebrows. "Who is that?"

"I- I'm not sure." Prim was skeptical to say the least. Katniss could see right through her. "Honestly."

"Well, what are we supposed to do with him?" Katniss shook her head but Prim couldn't tell whether it was to shake herself further from the haze or to respond to the blonde's question.

"Um, I guess the car. We can drive him back to Haymitch's." She said, still in a daze. Together they lifted his body. There was some argument over tying the man up and ultimately Prim 'won'. So, he sat back there, alone and bleeding. Well, he was also healing so… all was good. Sort of.

Prim looked worriedly at her older sister. She sat in silence, staring ahead, never taking her eyes off the road. The man was still passed out so she decided it was safe to ask Katniss some questions. "Kat…" She started softly, "what was that?" she thought it best to be as calm as possible.

"I'm not sure. He…" She stops herself from continuing.

"He, what?" Prim was bordering on frustration. The past 6 months really took a toll on her. She wasn't the same innocent girl. "Katniss, you really need to talk to me." She still held some patience, though.

"I've been seeing him."

Prim didn't get it. "What do you mean? Romantically?"

Katniss hesitated a moment and shook her head. "No, no. In my head. Since I got back. He's been everywhere lately." She swallowed thickly and continued, "It was just my dreams at first. I didn't think he was real but… I started to see him in crowds and mirrors. And now I've just hit him. I don't have any idea who he is, either." Prim nodded, trying to understand what was happening.

"Do you think he was from hell? I know you said you don't remember anything-" 'Liar.' To be clear, Katniss definitely remembered hell, she just didn't want Prim to know, "but you really don't recognize him?"

She shook her head sadly. She was technically telling the truth. That wasn't so bad. "Nope."

"This is kind of hard to ask, but I don't understand why you acted the way you did." Prim ever the innocent in Katniss's eyes, had some theories, but the blush that flushed against her cheeks solidified them. "Do you love him?"

"No." She squeaked out. "No. He just… feels different."

They sat in silence the rest of the way, alone in their thoughts.

Haymitch happily greeted Katniss and Prim, unaware of their real reason for meeting him. Well, as happy as Haymitch could ever really be.

Prim was the first to speak, Katniss being too shaken up, "We need your help."

He sighed sharply, "Of course."