He has a key to my house; well actually we all have keys to each other's houses. Peeta suggested it when he was finally able to return to our district. If we all had a key to the other ones house, no one would have to worry, because the last thing any of us need is the stress of not knowing whether or not the other two were okay. At this particular moment, I am wishing Haymitch never had one. He flings the bedroom door open.

"I did it Mockingjay. They are gone." Pause. "For now. We all know they will return."

Peeta's eyebrows rise. "How?"

"Does it matter boy?"

Chiming in I say "I'll tell you how- he warded them off by just being Haymitch." I smirk sarcastically at my old mentor.

For the first time, he doesn't scold me for my remark. He chuckles, as does Peeta. I break out into a laugh too. It's like something from a dream, because up until this point, none of us had shared a laugh. Haymitch notices my wrapped hand. His head gestures towards it.

"She was mad." Peeta states. "So she punched the wall downstairs. The wall didn't take the damage she did."

Peeta's laughter continues, he snorts. The phone rings. Peeta clearly can't walk at this point, and Haymitch won't answer, so I make my way down the stairs alone.

"Hello?"

"Well, how's my girl on fire?" His voice is chipper. It's Plutarch Heavensbee.

"Fine. She's fine. Can I help you with something?"

"I'm glad you asked! I was thinking we could do an interview with you and Pee-"

I slam the phone back into the receiver. At this point, Haymitch and Peeta are downstairs. He must've helped him with his leg I think to myself.

"T-they want an interview. They asked for an interview!" I blurt out slowly.

Peeta comes right over and pulls me into his arms. He knows how I feel. Haymitch and I catch each other's gaze. We have a communication all our own. Right now he's asking what the hell is going on. And I'm telling him to just shut up, and be happy nobody is crying. He shrugs and takes a seat in a living room chair.

I am still in Peeta's embrace.

"So what're you gonna do? I can't ward off phone calls." Peeta releases me.

"I don't know. I don't know…" I say. I'm getting upset, I need to calm down. The medications prescribed to me are just around the corner. I excuse myself to take them. Peeta doesn't follow, he knows. He understands. Staring out the window, above the sink in the kitchen; I begin pondering if Peeta was right. Maybe if he and I agree to an interview, on our conditions, they really would leave us alone. Before the games I was never really impulsive, but since all of that I am. Only with certain things though.

Haymitch and Peeta are conversing. Hesitantly I pick up the phone, and dial Plutarch's number. He answers.

"Miss Everdeen!"

I decide to tell him everything before he can get a word in.

"Listen, We will give you an interview, Peeta will come to you to do a baking session, but it will be on our conditions. You can film the two of us in District 12, the day the new City Hall is to open. There will be no house visits, no camera crews outside our homes-not even Haymitch's, there will be no talk of the games-just life as it is now..."

Neither of the two in the other room even noticed I was on the phone until now. Haymitch's facial expression says "What in the world are you doing?"

Peeta's says "Katniss! Why?"

I ignore them both and continue before all momentum is lost.

"Plutarch, Peeta will come for the segment, but will return back to District 12 in four days. Do we understand each other?"

He's chuckling on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, Miss Everdeen. We understand each other." He's sly, so I make myself clear.

"Neither- None of us want this. After this, there will be no more interviews. Peeta and I are retiring. We'd like to be left alone."

Silence on the other end of the line.

"We can't even do an interview about the relationship?" I groan. I can't do this. Peeta comes right over and takes the phone from my hand.

"Look. She's being brave by doing this. Whatever you just offered- You can forget it! Our terms or no deal." He's upset; I'm assuming it is because of how upset he sees I am.

"Glad we have an understanding. We'll be in touch."

Peeta hangs up the phone and comes over to me.

Haymitch gets the first words.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Peeta's waiting for an answer too. All though he just protected me, he clearly wants an explanation.

I don't even bother looking at Haymitch, my answer is directed as if Peeta asked the question.

"I-I just thought that if we gave them one last, final interview, we would finally be free. No more public lives. We'll be able to live without every move broadcasted. I did it on my terms, I just thought-" My voice disappears.

"You just thought what sweetheart? That they will leave you alone for good? What happens when you and that boy get married? What happens when you two decide to have a family?" His voice is mocking, brutal, but truthful. I don't even bother arguing. I just cover my face with my hands, burying it.

Peeta pulls my hands away and puts his hands on either side of my face.

"Together Katniss." He seems to forget our old mentor is in the room, but he doesn't bother caring. He kisses me softly.

"Our terms." He says.

A raspy throat clear breaks what Peeta built.

"I'm glad this..." He gestures to the two of us. "-Is finally happening, it's about damn time, but you just started something I won't be able to protect you two from!"

"We will be fine. We've been through much worse..." Peeta states.

Haymitch locks eyes with me.

"What happens when he forgets, or you forget-and that" He puckers his lips in a kissing expression. "-happens again. You'll never get rid of them. They'll catch on to you sharing a house."

"Then we all sleep at yours." Peeta has an answer and a solution for everything.

"That way no one will think anything of Katniss and I leaving the same house. I can't just leave her…" Haymitch looks to be understanding.

"Fine then, boy. I'm not cleaning."

"It's not like you ever go upstairs anyways…"

"Nope, never been used." He says quickly.

No one says anything after that. Peeta and I are staring at each other, Haymitch leaves without either of us noticing- until the obnoxious slam of the door. The sound of the door slamming startles me a little. I haven't been good with loud noises in quite some time.