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Chapter Twelve: Fun and Fears.

I stretch lazily and roll over, my muscles seeming to melt back into the couch. I could fall back asleep and just ignore everything. Yes, that sounds perfect. I'm about to carry out my plan, when I feel someone brush the hair out of my face. I sigh and feign sleep.

"Mags, get up, I know you're awake."

I ignore him and remain lying still. He tries again, poking my shoulder insistently.

"Come on, don't make me take drastic measures. You need to get up."

I struggle to keep a straight face as I breath deeply. Finally, I feel the weight shift on the couch as he stands up. A moment later I can hear the car door sliding open and then shut.

I allow myself a brief triumphant smile, before rolling over and relaxing once again. I'm just about to doze off, when cold water is suddenly sprayed in my face. I sit up sputtering, and gasp as more icy water soaks me.

"Dash!"

I scream, holding my hands out to stop the onslaught. He laughs and shakes the spray bottle slightly.

"I warned you I'd take drastic measures. I borrowed this from your prep team, I hope they don't mind."

I glare daggers at him as water drips off my hair and down my face, sliding underneath my pajamas and thoroughly soaking me. I shiver slightly as the cold sets in, and stand up.

"I am going to kill you!"

He grins mischievously, and dodges my punch, wielding the bottle as he resumes spraying me. I scream and try to avoid the stream, throwing a pillow at him to throw off his focus. It works, and I duck in close, snatching the bottle from his grasp and returning fire with a vengeance. He yells in shock as the water hits him directly in the face.

"Ah! That's freezing!"
I continue to douse him, chasing him around the couch as he tries to dodge me.

"Yes it is you big jerk! Now you get to see what it feels like! Not so fun when you're the one on the receiving end is it?"

He sputters as I score a few squirts directly in his face. We both pause as I attempt to spray him more, only discovering that the bottle is empty. We stare at each other for a moment, before he lunges for me, knowing full well that he's more than a match for me hand to hand. I squeal and run for the car door, Dash hot on my heals.

"You're going to pay for that Mags Flint!"

I scream again as I duck into another car, heading towards the center of the train where the main car is. I can feel him gaining on me, so I suddenly stop and yank up the rug, causing him to stumble and fall. I resume my escape with a laugh. As he scrambles to regain his footing.

"Oh you're so getting it now!"

I'm just passing through a lounge car, when he finally catches up to me and grabs me around the waist. I scream as he lifts me off the ground and tosses me onto one of the couches. I try to roll off but he pins me down and begins tickling me.

"Stop it!"

I scream between laughs, struggling to escape.

"Not a chance, it's payback time."

His merciless fingers hit an especially sensitive spot on my side, and in reaction, I end up elbowing him in the face. He falls to the floor stunned, and I sit up quickly.

"Oh my gosh! Are you okay?"

He holds a hand in front of his face and inspects the blood on it.

"You little twit! You gave me a bloody nose!"

I snort as I try unsuccessfully to hold in a laugh. But as I continue to look at him sprawled on the floor with a bloody nose and outraged pouting face, I burst into laughter, falling back on the couch and holding my sides.

"You should see your face!"

He sits up and holds the back of his hand to his nose.

"A gruesome sight I imagine, what with all the blood. You morbid little girl."

He can't help smiling though as I continue to laugh, breaking out into laughter as well when I roll slightly and fall off the couch.

"There see? That's what happens when you're mean to people, something happens to you."

I sit up and take a deep breath, wiping the tears of mirth off my cheeks.

"Yeah, which is why you got a bloody nose."

We both turn to look as the door opens and a flustered Pixie enters the room.

"What on earth is going..."

She trails off as she catches sight of us, her perfectly curved eyebrows arching further as she surveys us.

"You two are a complete mess! What happened?"

I point accusingly at Dash and adopt an innocent child look.

"He started it."

Dash catches on to what I'm doing and plays along, turning to me in indignant outrage.

"Did not!"

He turns back to Pixie and pouts.

"She gave me a bloody nose."

"He sprayed me with cold water and got me all wet."

"She sprayed me back."

"He tickled me!"

"Stop it!"

Pixie shouts above our accusations. We both become silent and wait for her to continue.

"Honestly you two! We've hardly started this trip and you're already not getting along. Now, act like the adults you are and stop fighting!"

She turns on her heel and walks for the door, pausing and giving us one last look and a parting comment before walking out.

"And go get yourselves cleaned up, you're both a disaster."

Dash and I sit in silence for a moment after the door closed behind her. Finally turning to look at each other and bursting into laughter.

"Looks like she's switched to her Capitol mode already."

I giggle and then wince sympathetically as I survey the damage done by my elbow.

"Oh goodness, you have blood all over your face."

He gives me an incredulous glare.

"No, really?"

I grin guiltily and shrug.

"At least I didn't break it. Come on, we'll take you to the medical car, I assume they have one on here?"

He nods and stands up, looking slightly dazed as he sways slightly.

"Whoa, slightly dizzy. Blood loss will do that to you."

I roll my eyes and take his hand.

"Don't be such a baby, come on."

It took around twenty-five minutes to take Dash to the medical car and get him fixed up. I stayed with him, feeling slightly responsible. After he was good to go, we went and changed out of our soaked clothes and met in one of the smaller lounges.

"So...where do we stop first?"

I ask hesitantly, knowing I need to know sooner or later the details of the tour, even though I'd rather not know. Dash sighs and shifts slightly, lying sprawled on a couch.

"District Twelve, we work our way up until we reach the Captiol, where we'll celebrate by dining at the President's mansion."

A cold shiver runs down my spine as I think of going to the Capitol again, but I take a deep breath and refuse to think about it.

"What's District Twelve like?"

Dash rests his head back on the arm of the couch and closes his eyes.

"It's...different."

I tuck my legs up beside me in the bowl like chair I'm curled up in.

"different how?"

He turns his head and looks at me, his eyes telling me far more than he could say.

"Just different. You'll have to wait and see for yourself."

I nod, dropping the subject.

"So...when will we arrive?"

Dash shrugs.

"Tomorrow early afternoon."

I groan, half relieved and half annoyed. He opens his eyes again and raises an eyebrow at me.

"What was that for?"

I sigh in exasperation and throw my hands up.

"What are we supposed to do all day today?"

He chuckles and shakes his head.

"Relax, we'll all be busy enough once we reach the District. We won't have hardly any free time once we leave Twelve, because after that we'll be at a new District pretty much every day. Except when we go to five, because we'll have to skip over our own District so we'll have a short break there."

"We skip our District?"

He nods.

"Yep, the home District for the victor is always the last stop. There will be a party at the mayor's house to wrap up the tour, and then we'll get back to trying to forget."

We fall into silence, and eventually we both doze off. I sleep for roughly an hour before I wake up with a start, my body covered in sweat and trembling. I glance over to see Dash still asleep, and I'm thankful that for once I didn't scream. I take a deep breath and brush the damp hair out of my face, slowly getting up and quietly exiting the car.

I go to my room and change into a fresh pair of shorts and shirt. Wandering into the dining car and ordering some snack food on a tray. The server brings it out a lot sooner than I was expecting, and I take it from him, insisting that I can manage on my own.

I return to the lounge and set the tray down on the coffee table, glancing over at the still sleeping Dash before deciding to order a drink cart brought in. I move to the intercom and request a variety of beverages to be brought in.

I turn off the intercom and turn back to the couch when I hear Dash moving around. I walk over and find he's still asleep, his movements jerky as his brow furrows. He's having a nightmare.

I sit on the side of the couch and take his hand in mine, holding it tightly as I brush his brown hair off his forehead. The lines in his forehead smooth out at my touch, and he seems to relax, his hand tightening around mine slightly.

"It's okay Dash, I'm here."

I say soothingly. He responds slightly to my voice by sighing.

"I'm sorry, Chloe."

He murmurs, pain lining his brow as he repeats the name.

"Chloe..."

I jump as the door opens and the server enters with the drink cart. Dash stirs and wakes up, blinking sleepily as he looks at me confused, temporarily disoriented.

"...Mags?"

I release his hand and inhale quickly.

"You were, uh, you were having a nightmare."

He nods, still slightly confused.

"Yeah...I think I remember it."

I stand up and motion to the food and drinks.

"I thought you might be as hungry as I am, so I got us some food and drinks."

He sits up and rubs his forehead.

"Good thinking."

I grin.

"I know."

The whole time we're eating and drinking, I laugh and keep up conversation, but the whole time a part of my mind can't help obsessing over what he said. Who is Chloe? Why was he apologizing to her? Should I ask him, and if so when?

"Mags?"

I look at him and widen my eyes slightly in question.

"Hmm?"

He smiles slightly and picks up his glass of wine.

"You seem a little distracted, are you okay?"

I nod quickly.

"Yes, fine."

He sips the wine and sets the glass back down.

"You're a terrible liar Mags. What's going on?"

I shrug.

"Just, thinking about the tour."

He studies me for a moment, then smiles and shrugs.

"Fine, don't tell me. Whatever."

Before I can stop myself I interrupt him by blurting out.

"Who's Chloe?"

He stops dead, his mouth open slightly and his hand suspended in the air mid gesture. The only thing that moves is his eyes, which flicker back and forth very slightly. It's only seconds later, that feel like hours, when he drops his hand and puts on his fake smile.

"Chloe? She a friend of yours?"

I shake my head slowly, treading very carefully as I reply.

"No. You um...you said her name, while you were asleep."

Uncertainty crosses his face for a brief moment before he shrugs.

"That's funny, she might have been someone I knew in school."

He effectively cuts off further discussion by abruptly changing the subject.

"What time is it?"

I take the hint and drop the topic.

"Around one I think."

"I suppose we'll have to go and eat with everyone else at dinner."

I frown.

"Everyone else?"

He nods.

"Pixie, your prep team and stylist."

"Right, I forgot they came along."

I groan as I realize what exactly they're here for.

"I'm going to be tortured by them again."

I whine, sticking my lower lip out and pulling the best pouting face I can. Dash laughs and pokes my lower lip.

"Don't stick your lip out, it's very unattractive."
I scowl at him and cross my arms.

"Well that's because my prep team hasn't gotten to it yet. I hate feeling like a different person after they're done with me."

Dash becomes slightly more sympathetic.

"Hey, you're always you, no matter how much polishing and painting you go through. No amount of prepping can take away that attitude."

I toss a grape at him and laugh.

"You're too kind."

He puts on a self appreciative face.

"Aren't I?"

The smile slowly leaves my face when a sudden pang of homesickness hits me. I sigh and poke at the food on my plate, having lost my appetite. Dash notices the sudden change and grows serious.

"What is it?"

I shrug, not trusting my tight throat to form words properly. I drop my head slightly so he won't see the tears in my eyes, and inwardly curse myself for being so emotional and weak. He moves around to my side of the table and quickly puts his arm around me.

"It's alright to miss home, Mags."
I rest my head against his shoulder and let the tears overflow and slide down my cheeks.

"I hoped that I wouldn't feel homesick so soon, but I do. I miss it so much."

He wraps his other arm around me and rests his chin on my head.

"I know. It's hard to leave after everything that's happened to you."

I sniff and let out a sigh.

"How am I supposed to make it through the whole tour if I can't even hold out for the first District?"

He rubs my shoulder comfortingly.

"We'll make it through together. And sure, maybe some tears will be shed, and nightmares will keep us up at night, but we will make it through the tour. Do you know why?"

I shake my head.

"Because at the end of the tour, we go home."

I nod and for the next few minutes he just holds me, and lets me cry on his shoulder. After I've gotten my tears under control, he says quietly.

"I have an idea."

"What's that?"

He shifts slightly and uses his shirt to wipe the tears off my face before locking eyes with me.

"You and I are going to steal something from the President's mansion."

I widen my eyes and am about to say something when he puts a hand over my mouth.

"Let me finish. We'll take something small, something they won't really miss. And when we get home, I'm going to take you to my favorite place in the whole world, and we're going to throw whatever we took into the ocean."

He removes his hand and raises his eyebrows, waiting for a response.

"Sound like a plan?"

I laugh.

"A crazy one."

He smiles and taps the end of my nose.

"Well then it sounds just your style. What do you say?"

I shake my head and let out a sigh.

"I'm in."

He smiles wider and puts his hands on my shoulders.

"Great! That, gives us something to look forward to."

I smile at his excitement, and give him a hug.

"Thank you."

He squeezes me slightly and kisses the top of my head.

"That's what I'm here for kiddo."