Author's Note: Yay! Chapter Two is here! Things will get exciting very soon, I promise! I also just want to apologize for taking so long to update. You know the holidays are coming soon, and Thanksgiving was the other day, so I have been a bit busy. Please forgive me! Anyway, I hope you like this chapter! Comments, favorites, and the whole like are always very appreciated! Also, I am going to have some fun next chapter! I am going to make a little mini-contest. It won't ask you to do anything crazy. Just answer a question! Whoever answers it right first will win a prize! Anyway, back to your originially scheduled programming! Enjoy! :D

Not even three minutes after being sent into a private room to say his goodbyes, John found himself being hugged tightly by Harry. Tightly being a complete understatement; he felt like the life was being squeezed right out of him. Although given the circumstances, he would much rather die like this than in the Games.

"Oh, John. Oh, John." Harry sobbed into his shirt, clinging onto him like a lifeline. He held her back just as tightly, and he could feel himself trembling in her arms. Mental curses flew through his mind. He needed to control himself. He needed to be strong, for Harry, for his mother, for Sarah. He couldn't panic like a frightened child.

"It's going to be fine, Harry. Just calm down. You need to listen to me, alright? You need to get food and water however you can. You need to stop getting in fights with Peacekeepers. You need to take care of Mum. You need to stop drinking, Harry. Please." John insructed, forcing his voice to be as calm as possible. His sister just shook her head, wiping the tears from her face and stepping away from him.

"I'm sorry, John. That's not going to happen. Food and water and the rest, fine. But I am not going to stop drinking."

"Harry-" John began, ready to let her really have it, but he was interrrupted by a small female voice.

"It's alright, John. We will be fine. You need to worry about yourself." his mother whispered, her voice shaky and cracking in places. Before John could reply to this, his mother joined Harry in squeezing him to death. Again John couldn't help but think he would much rather die in this way.

"Oh, John. I know we haven't made it easy for you. You have done everything for us, but we have done nothing for you. You have sacrificed so much for us, John. And now you are forced to participate in the Games and...I am so sorry. I am so terribly sorry. I should have been there for you. I am your mother, it is my job, but I wasn't. I know you probably aren't very fond of me because of it, but if you could ever forgive me..."

John stared with wide eyes as his mother bursted into a fresh round of tears, unable to finish her train of thought. He didn't know what to say, what to think. His mother was apologizing for not being a part of the family? For not being there when her children so very obviously needed her? For not bothering to leave the house most days, forcing John to get the food and worry about how they were going to survive? This was something completely unexpected from his usually quiet and soft-spoken parent.

"I forgive you." he replied at length, his mother snapping her head up to look at him as he said the words, very surprised. She must not have been planning on that reply, and honestly the seventeen year old wasn't planning on saying those words at all. What he really wanted was to shout and scream and make her realize just what she had done. That Harry was a mess now; a shell of what used to be the most energetic and care free girl he had ever met. That he had been robbed of any kind of childhood, forcing to take care of the family after his father's death at a young age. Not that his father was any parent to be desired.

But as he looked at his mother's wide eyes and felt her tears wet his shirt into a wrinkled mess, he realized that shouting and releasing his anger would be a terrible idea. He was going into the Hunger Games, where he knew in the back of his mind he was going to die. His family was the only thing in the world he had, broken and completely messed up as it was. If this was the last time he was ever going to see them, he wanted it to end at least on decent terms. That would be his last sacrifice for his family. His last effort to protect them and keep them well.

"Y-You do?" his mother whispered, seemingly unable to stand speaking any louder as she watched his face with the tiniest bit of hope in her eyes. It was the most emotion John had ever seen in her.

"Yes, of course I do. But I need you to be there from now on, alright? Harry has been drinking herself to death. She needs you more than anyone right now." he replied, shooting his sister a pointed look as she glared.

"I know. I will try my best, I promise." she replied, voice shaky but determined. John knew that she would, and it brought a small glimmer of relief and peace to his heart. He just hoped that she would succeed for Harry's sake. Honestly all that drinking couldn't possibly be very healthy for the girl at all. He was snapped out of his reverie as the door suddenly bursted open and two Peacekeepers marched in to escort his family out. He noticed, however, that one had a very black eye. He obviously learned his lesson about never laying a hand on Harry when she was upset. John just hoped that she wouldn't be punished too harshly for it.

"I love you, John. Please be safe. Try to win so you can come home." his mother whispered in his ear as she hugged him tight. She gently put something in his hand as she pulled away. He looked down at it, eyes widening in surprise. Draped across his palm and past his finger tips, almost touching the ground was a soft scarf. It was a blue so dark it almost could be mistaken for black. His breath hitched as he stared at his mother in complete disbelief. This was his grandmother's scarf that she gave to his mum before she had died. It was her most prized possession, and one of the very few things she had to keep warm during the winter.

"Keep it. You'll need it more than I do. I have other things to keep me warm. Besides, I want you to have it. As your token. It will remind you of home and what you are fighting to live for." she stated before he could protest. "I love you John."

"I love you, too. Thank you." he replied, shooting her the most confident hint of a smile he could muster as she was quickly forced to leave the room. Harry quickly took her place, wrapping her arms around him in a hug as well.

"Listen to me, John. Make them like you. Capital people don't think about you being a real person, with fears and dreams and hopes and a future. You have to make them see it, John. Show them how wrong this is. Make them feel for you. Make them care." she whispered in his ear urgently as one of the Peacekeepers warily began to pull her away.

"Are you seriously suggesting-"

"I know you can do it! If anyone can, it's you! Don't die on me, John Hamish Watson. You'll regret it if you do." Harry called right before the door slammed shut, leaving John on his own in a room that he realized was quite dark. He fell to the hard bench, legs no longer strong enough to hold him. His family, the only thing in the world he had, was now gone. He was going to board the train to his death in a few moments now. And Harry had hinted at him starting a revolution.

Make them care.

Yes, that was exactly what she was suggesting. John held the scarf close to him, reveling in the small comfort the smell of home brought him. Could he honestly take on the Capital? He wasn't the strongest or bravest person in the world, and he knew it. He certainly wasn't the smartest either, not by a long shot. Even if he tried, he would most likely mess up somehow. The President would most definitely find out and have him killed instantly. Wasn't that what happened last time something like this was tried?

Oh God, what do I do?

He didn't have time to answer his question, for the Peacekeepers returned to send him on the train to the Capital. The train leading to his certain death.

Not if I can help it. I will save as many people as I can. The Hunger Games will end after this.

He wasn't sure where the sudden thoughts and burst of bravery came from, but he grabbed them and held on to them for dear life as he was escorted out of the room. Somehow, he was going to do his best to stop this nonsense. He was going to start a revolution.

What the hell did I just get in to?