Author's note: Well we did district 12 part 2, y'know what that means…Peeta's rebuttal…dun dun duuuuun!

Chapter 60

Breaking Down

I let all my frustration at Charring the next morning, only managing to drink some apple juice and eating a couple spoonfuls of hot cereal.

"What happened?" he asks because even if I am hitting every padded hand he moves in my direction my eyes are tear filled and I'm tired because I've had nightmares for the whole night and into the morning, I only got Charring by finding him before classes and even then he had to rope Tracer into taking his team for the morning.

"I went back to Twelve" I kick hard and he has to pull his hand away to shake the life back into it, "I'm worried about everything, I see dead friends in my nightmares then when I close my eyes during the day its just fire and ash, waking nightmares"

"Easy!" he tells me to sit when I don't he sweeps my legs and I crumple onto the mats, "you're doing it again taking blame for something you had nothing to do with" he looks at me, "you can't control where bombs hit, and you can't allow people to blame you okay? Where is the girl who didn't care anymore?"

"On sabbatical" I look at my boots, "I just hate knowing Peeta has no family left" I look at Charring, "his whole family killed by the Capitol"

It's almost lunch and my communicator goes off to remind me.

"Go eat and I want you to do something, consider it a prescription" he smirks, "much like Gene gives you, I want you to go out with Ken and Malcom on an excersize sometime soon, remind yourself just why we are doing things like this, not with the propos crew, not with Everdeen, get back to your basics because you have been away too long"

I go and eat and I set up a mission date with Ken and his crew sometimes soon.

That's when I am called to the command to see propos I really don't want to see.

But something worse awaited me and katniss.

Peeta.

He's gotten worse, he seems distracted, I look at Ziggy who punches something into a small portable screen and she nods again, it's being taped.

Everyone is cheering that Beetee and Zigg have hacked the capitol mainframe to put our propos inter-mingled with Peeta pleading for everyone to stop. But it's not working, Beetee is as fast or faster than any Capitol technician. Soon people are rushing to try and cut the feed for good now. We're in trouble. Peeta is in trouble he looks so scared, like when he was twelve on his first reaping, and troubled, and something else, like he's fighting to keep his mind, his focus.

He finally says something that makes my blood run ice cold, not that we aren't safe, that's obvious but:

"You in Thirteen….dead by morning" he manages then its over We hear Snow cry to end it and then Peeta is being beaten bloody, some of his blood even splatters the tiles.

The noise level in the conference room reaches ear piercing proportions, Gale looks at me, Katniss looks at Haymitch and then we exchange glances with the others. Peeta is warning us.

"We have to evac now" I say loudly, it stops Coin barking when Haymitch concurs, me saying something doesn't get a reaction but it sure does when Abernathy agrees, we've been at odds off and on ever since I broke his nose.

"How do you know?" Coin says

"Because we know him" Haymitch points at the screen with the last picture of unconscious Peeta on a blood splattered tiled floor, "he's telling us we're gonna get hammered!" (any other time I would be laughing at his choice of words but sober Haymitch is not someone you laugh at)

Plutarch looks at me, "you knew him best"

"no that would be Haymitch" I say lying, Haymitch cocks his head at me, "okay I might have known him equally as well but…Haymitch is right, nothing coming from Peeta's mouth is accidental he meant everything he said right now"

"There is no harm in just doing a drill" Plutarch says, and Coin nods, types something and alarms sound a code red alarm, "everyone to the bunkers" Coin orders.

I look at Maverick panicked because I can't carry him on my own. He looks at me equally worried until Ken and another soldier grab either side of his wheel chair and we hurry out.