Author's Note: very quick…this is the double update….next double update to happen Monday evening! Enjoy!

Chapter 12

Let the Boot Camp Begin

I think he doesn't know what to make of my get up. The tracksuit is baggy on me, but the running shoes fit me fine. I give a coy grin and then motion for him to follow me to Abernathy's.

He still isn't up? I see the disheveled mass that is Haymitch still sprawled on the couch, and sigh. This is gonna take a lot of work.

"Peet run upstairs, there is a red leather book on my bed, bring it down while I make breakfast" He looks at me odd, "I'll clean up a bit first"

Cleaning up takes at least two hours, and even with the racket of us cleaning dishes, putting them back in their proper place and sweeping then mopping the floor and disinfecting the tabletops and kitchen table Haymitch still hasn't woken up.

I finally relent and make coffee, Peeta goes home and returns with a loaf of bread he had made. It smells wonderful but when I mention toasting it he looks a bit confused.

"What?" I ask, "you don't eat toast here? What do you have with eggs?"

"If we have eggs" he adds, "no its just toasting bread is something we do when we get married, I mean we do eat toasted bread sometimes, but just with the wedding plans and…."

I don't know what to say to that except, "traditions I guess"

He nods, "did they have any in five?" trying to get his mind off what he had to do for the cameras.

I rack my brain but I barely remember the traditions right now, and it hurts something in me to realize that. "Let's not talk about that okay?" I ask

He sees it upsets me, "sure, so eggs? Bacon?"

"You guys have it?" I inquire and we raid the fridge….it appears Haymitch was fond of a more liquid diet.

"Honestly, you think he knew how to take care of himself" I mutter

Peeta bristles and stands up because we hear from the doorway

"I don't usually entertain, so I don't keep anything in" Haymitch says, I turn and he is massaging his jaw, "you have a very strong right hook"

"You asked for it" I reply, "we all have to talk"

Peeta went to get ingredients for breakfast and we sit down to eggs, bacon and untoasted bread. Which I have to say mops up the yolk better but I miss the butter layden crunchiness of toast with marmalade. When I say all of us, it's four people.

Peeta, Haymitch me and Katniss. Who arrived just as I was placing the last plate on the table.

Peeta stands from his seat, the gentleman as he is. Haymitch raises a mug of coffee.

"Have a seat sweetheart" he says pushing his plate of food at her, "eat".

"Not hungry" she replies looking absolutely green.

"Eat, it will help you feel better and you'll need it" I tell her.

Obviously I don't expect her to follow orders from a stranger, and she doesn't. She in fact looks at me like I have insulted her.

"Who is this?" she looks at Haymitch

"Your trainer" I reply, "also your sobriety coach" I look at Haymitch, "and your personal encyclopedia" I look at Peeta.

"Trainer?" Katniss says, finally eating some bread.

"Well you obviously know about the quell" I touch one of her hands and she pulls away, okay she doesn't like to be touched. "had to do some stitching on you last evening"

"You did this?" she raises her hands gauze covered.

"The stitching yes, your sister…Prim made that poultice. Good head on her shoulders" I reply taking my mug of coffee.

"Thanks" she mutters, I have a feeling she doesn't like feeling indebted to anyone.

I wave it off, "enough trivials." I go and grab my text and slam it on the table. I forgot how much I put into this thing in less than a year. The whole cold season, plus spring. It's about the size of a medical text book, only it's my small handwriting and my artwork to describe things words can't.

"From today until the reaping in two months time this and any books I can get my hands on will be your tools. I will train you to the best of my ability, it won't be easy, you will hate me half the time, the other half the time I hope to be friendly to each other" I explain. "there is to be no more alcohol. Peeta and I fixed it that you cannot purchase it, but if you find ways of sneaking any I will personally make you do a run of your district boarder"

Haymitch groans and Katniss gawks.

"You can't do that!" she snarls, "Haymitch will…"

"Will what? Get sober, becomes healthy? Okay maybe he will suffer nightmares but we'll find a better way for him to deal and cutting cold turkey will be no picnic but he will get thru this. I know all about getting drunk, got me in a world of trouble when I was fifteen, so when I say no alcohol I mean it" I look at her steadily.

"Ariana what is that anyway" Peeta breaks the silence that fell between all of us, he points to the 'bible'.

"The solution to the arena riddle" I smirk, "at least that's what I used to describe it to Tracer when I trained her. It's full of survival tactics, first aid instruction, fighting styles, herbology, weaponry, animals and how to cook and eat each safely. Name it and I probably have a page dedicated to it. "

" 'the tribute's bible' ?" Katniss reads the spine, "you made this?"

I nod, "and now it's yours to use, I meant to gift it to you to train your tributes but I think it will do you better than them don't you think?"

"So what do we do first?" Haymitch drawls, since we have finished and they had sufficient time to digest I smirk.

"we race" I reply.