Everyone crowds around me, and I can't see. I hear someone yell out my name, but I have no idea who it could be. The last thing I remember is someone stabbing something into my arm and the world become very blurry...

I wake up in an unfamiliar bed. The light streaming through the curtains is blinding, and I can barely open my eyes. I can tell I'm still in the Capitol, but I'm not sure where. I sit up in bed, and the pain in my lower back tells me I've been asleep for a while. I turn around, and see that there's a guard in the corner. I cock my head to the side, and try to figure out what's going on. I can't tell who it is, since he or she is wearing a large helmet. It's probably a guy. Most guards are. He takes out what looks like a walkey talkie or some type of communications device and mumbles into it: "She's up." Yep, it's a guy. I hear static on the other end, and a jumble of words that I can't make out. The guard responds. "Copy that. Moving her to the desired location. Estimated time ten minutes."

There's a knock at the door, and the guard stands up to answer it. He leaves the room, and to my surprise, I'm greeted by a familiar face. Haymitch rubs his eyes and walks in, smiling a little. "Get up sweetheart. You've been tried, and everything's good. We're going home." Home?

My stomach growls painfully. "How long was I out?" I ask him.

He shrugs. "Five or six days."

I'm shocked. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see." Haymitch smirks. He throws a pile of clothing at me. "Get dressed. You're going to be late." He walks into the small space outside the bedroom, which appears to be a small sitting room of some sort. I can't really tell from my angle. I get out of bed and groan at my stiff muscles. It feels like I haven't moved in a week, which is pretty much true. I groan. I haven't showered in six days. Even at my poorest, I bathed in cold lake water daily. Ew. I go into the bathroom and wash my face, and brush my hair and teeth. It feels so refreshing. I throw on the clean clothes, and re-braid my hair. Much better.

Haymitch and I take the elevator to the lobby of the building, which appears to be some type of hotel, I'm not sure of the technicalities. When the ding signals we've arrived, and we step out of the elevator, I'm swarmed by people. Most of them are familiar faces, but I push through. Through the crowd, I found the one person I needed to see. Finnick. He looks exhausted. I wonder what he's been up to in the past few days. He looks like he hasn't been sleeping much at all. Poor thing. The whole world seems to fade away. I tune all the noise out, and just focus on the beautiful face in front of me. The broken, beautiful Finnick Odair. He is mine, and I am his. And finally, nobody can or will challenge that. We say nothing; there's really no proper words for the jumble of emotions going through us. Our eyes lock on each other, and there's nothing to say anymore.

"I love you." I tell him as he wraps his toned arms around my waist. He tries to respond, but my lips cut him off with a bruising kiss. I lose track of time. It could have been seconds, or even minutes. I don't care though. Someone coughs loudly, and I reluctantly pull away. Finnick wraps his arms around my waist. Haymitch laughs loudly, and kisses Johanna on the cheek. I grin from ear-to-ear. "Now, where are we going?" I ask.

While I was out, Boggs was elected the new President of Panem. He's in office for 5 years, and one can only have 2 terms at most. All of the the surviving citizens, in the Capitol and the Districts are receiving aid until they can get back on their feet. In 5 years, we'll have elections that everyone over the age of 16 can vote on. The people in District 13 have all left, and choose to go to whichever of the eleven districts they'd like.

All of our friends have decided to settle down in the empty Victor's Village in District 4. Grant, Natalie and their kids are living in their home. Gloss seems to have a thing with Adrienne, Finnick's older sister. He's not very happy with that. Thomas is moving in with Annie, to Finnick's dismay as well. Gloss and Adrienne are taking over one of the empty homes. Prim, Rory, Gale and Madge are going to be next door to Finn and I, with Johanna and Haymitch (who are back together!) on the other side of us. I like that very much. We'll all be settled down, together.

On the hovercraft, I lay on Finn's lap. I look up at him, and lightly plant a kiss on his lips. "What do we do now?" I ask him quietly, "There's no more selling ourselves, no more games to mentor, we have all the gold we could ever need so we don't have to work a day in our lives anymore. What do we do?"

"Well, you'll probably fuck a lot." Johanna cuts in. Everyone laughs. Gale makes a gagging noise. I frown. Prim giggles. Gloss coughs loudly, and Finnick exhales loudly.

"We should get married." Finnick says.

"What?" I ask him. I think I misheard. He stands up and I have to catch my balance.

Finnick gets down on one knee, and reaches into his pocket to pull out a jeweled ring. He definitely got that in the Capitol. It's simple, but beautiful. He looks into my eyes and it's like I can see all his emotions. Fear, relief, happiness, love. "Katniss. I don't wanna make it too emotional or sappy. That's not me, or you. Ever since I laid eyes on you, I knew that you were something special. You've been there for me when I couldn't even be there for myself, and we've been through some terrible times. I'd trust you with everything, and you're the only person I can imagine spending the rest of my life with. I love you, a lot. Will you marry me?"

I've never been emotional, or one to cry at sweet romantic things, but I tear up a little. "Of course. Yes. Yes. I love you so much." I kiss him hard and everyone claps. Grant whistles and Gloss fist pumps Johanna.

Look's like I've finally got my happy ending.

A/N: This is a shorter chapter just because I want to keep updating quickly, and that felt like a good place to stop it. Please, review.

Constructive criticism is always welcome.

There's going to be at least two or three more chapters, and an epilogue.