The next morning, I woke up in bed with Cato and immediately stood up to get away from him. I did what I needed to do last night to make sure that he was okay, but now that the night was finally over and we could go to eat some breakfast, he didn't need me anymore.

I was still fuming at the fact that I couldn't go home to be with my family. The whole point of going to the Games and winning was so that I could leave the Capitol, never to return other than to mentor whichever children were next to be reaped in the Games. I wanted to stay with Cato, but not under the rules that the Capitol gave.

I went into the bathroom to wash up so that I could get breakfast. Since Cato and I slept for what I realised was about twenty-eight or so hours, I hadn't showered or brushed my teeth the entire time.

After washing up, I crept out of the room and into the dining area, which was completely vacated. Not a single soul was in the room, but there was fresh food laid out for anyone to eat.

I took my seat, happily digging in to the vast amount of breakfast food set out for us by the gracious chefs in the kitchen, making sure to get a huge helping of orange juice. I started wolfing down my food due to how hungry I was. I felt like I hadn't eaten in a lifetime, even though it wasn't very long since the last time I had eaten.

After finally digging into my second plate of food, Cato entered the dining room. He walked over to me and placed a kiss on my cheek, which I wiped off angrily. I knew that I was acting like a child, but I was just so upset.

Cato frowned and sat down next to me. "Are you really still angry with me?" he asked as he piled his plate with ham, eggs, bacon.. the list is endless. How much could this guy actually eat? He made two plates for himself.

I ignored his comment, furiously stabbing my food with a fork.

Cato stares at me with his mouth open and shakes his head. "So, now you're not going to talk to me?"

I roll my eyes and stare back at him. "No, Cato. I won't. I'm still mad. Why can't I go home?"

"Okay, first, don't fucking roll your eyes at me. You know I hate that," he states, drizzling syrup over all of his food.

I roll my eyes again and watch as his jaw contracts.

"Second, I though you had gotten over that crap since you came to bed with me," he continues.

I shake my head. "I just didn't want you to suffer through nightmares," I mumble, propping my head up on my hand.

"And third, you didn't even give me the chance to explain. You just lashed out on me and left," Cato finished, shoving a whole pancake into his mouth. Jeez, he can eat.

I sighed and placed my fork down. "Okay then. Explain to me why I can't go home."

Cato wiped his mouth and placed his hands on his knees, watching my angry glare. "You can visit home, but you can't stay."

I frowned. "Why not?"

"Because the Capitol wants to monitor us, to make sure that we didn't fool them into letting the both of us live," he says.

Okay, so that makes some sense. I would be suspicious about me and Cato as well. Why didn't he say that yesterday?

Maybe it was because I stomped off before he got the chance..

"Well, why can't they monitor us from home?" I ask, continuing to eat my breakfast.

Cato gulps down a glass of milk and pours another. "Because we wouldn't be together. I know you wouldn't want to go home to Two with me and I don't want to go to Twelve with you, so the only place that we can be together and watched at the same time is here."

I sigh but nod my head. This whole thing was strategically planned out, all the way to our living situation.

"So when can I see my family?" I ask.

"Whenever you want to go back. I'll go with you there, and then you can go with me to Two, and then we can both come back here together," Cato shrugs.

"And where exactly are we going to live? And why do we have to live together?" I continue to question. I needed to get answers to any and all aspects of this whole plan, or at least as much as Cato was willing to tell me.

"In a penthouse in the middle of the city," he begins. "And why would you ask that? Do you not want to stay with me?" Cato asks with hurt in his eyes.

"No, no it's not that," I stutter. "It's just that this is all so sudden," I explain.

"Well, they want to make sure that distance doesn't ruin this relationship." My eyes go wide and I choke on a piece of toast.

He called this a relationship.. So it is real.

"What?" he asks.

I shake my head. "Nothing."

"Okay. Is everything good now?" he sighs. Cato had begun to get extremely frustrated with all the questions I had been asking him.

"One more question."

Cato rolls his eyes - something he told me not to do - and sighs. "What?"

"Who is the 'they' you keep referring to?"

"I can't tell you."

"Cato, please. If you can't tell me what you worked out with this person, can you at least tell me who it is?" I plead, pouting at him. I realised that pouting makes him give me what I want.

He sighed again and shook his head. "Fine. I made the deal with President Snow."

I gasp at his answer. How on earth did he get that to work? I didn't even think Snow was capable of doing anything good! I mean, come on, the man plans murders for an entire year and probably watches with a bowl of popcorn. But, here he is, helping people out? Especially one from District 12? This is insane.

"Okay."

"So, are we good now?"

I sigh and smile at him. "Yes, we're good now. Thank you for telling me."

"Good, because I fucking hate it when you're upset with me. It makes me feel all weird and shit," he says with a laugh.

"So when can we go home?" I ask after I've finished my meal. I was thoroughly satisfied, and now all I wanted to do was cuddle with Buttercup and gossip with Maggie.

"Whenever you want. We can only stay for a couple days in each place, though."

I nod and stand up from the table. "Can we leave now? And I do mean right now?"

Cato nods and stands as well. "Okay. I'll just make the call."

That's how I got to be on a train travelling back home for the two days that I was allowed. I was extremely nervous. There was surely to be a huge crowd at my house, or at least the new house I would be promised. It didn't matter about the house anymore since Katniss and mother would be staying in it without me. It was okay, though. They would be in a much better environment, and they'd have more than enough money.

I was afraid to come in contact with Peeta's family. It didn't seem as though they cared much for him anyway, but I did kill him. I hadn't thought about Peeta much since the Games were over, and it felt weird. I hadn't thought of Rue, or Cherche either. Anyway, I didn't want to have any enemies whenever I went home to visit, and Peeta's brothers were sure to be some. They were huge guys, way bigger than me..

What I was more afraid of was Katniss' reaction to Cato. She most definitely is going to be angry with me and him. What if she punched him, and then he hit her back, and then they just got into a full blown fight? Katniss wasn't afraid of anyone, especially Cato. And what would mother think? Would she be happy, sad, angry..? I don't even know.

My stomach was in knots as I sat on the train with Cato. He had fallen asleep once again, and had his head resting in my lap while my fingers searched through his locks. Cato looked like a younger boy when he slept. His face wasn't furrowed at all and he wasn't frowning.

My breathing became ragged as I watched District Twelve approach us from the distance. I didn't know if anyone knew that I was coming in today. Cato did tell me that my family was moved into the new house in the Victor's Village the day after I was removed from the Games. He also told me that while I thought we were in the Games for seven days, we had really only been in there for two days.

The train finally stopped at the station and Cato woke up, wiping his eyes and yawning.. he looked so young.

"Ready?" he asks, putting his hand out for me to take. I place my hand in his and nod.

"Are you ready?" I ask with a laugh. Katniss was most definitely going to hit him. I just knew it.

Cato smiles and walks us out of the train. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"Because my sister just might hit you."

He laughs as we're lead by a Peacekeeper into the Seam. "No, I don't think she will."

"Whatever you say, Cato."

My heart started beating rapidly as we made it further and further into my home. I breathed in, taking in all the familiar smells and watched all the people. One by one, faces turned toward me and Cato and they all stared, wide-eyed with mouths open. I smiled shyly at them as they all watched me like I was a ghost. I stood a couple inches away from Cato, not wanting to cause any problems.

My eyes set on the bakery Peeta used to work in and my throat caught. His family wasn't anywhere to be seen, and I was kind of happy about that because then I wouldn't have to face that issue.

The Peacekeeper finally entered the Victor's Village, and I saw Haymitch's house right across from the one I knew my family lived in. There were flowers planted all over the front yard, and there was smoke coming from the chimney at the top. The place was huge, three stories from what I could see, and it was just what my family needed. Since I wouldn't be here, maybe Gale and his family could move in with my mother and Katniss.

I approached the door and took a deep breath before I knocked three times. I waited, with Cato behind me, holding me up by the hips so that I wouldn't faint. This was it. After two weeks, I would be seeing my family again. Two weeks wasn't a long time, but considering everything that happened in those two weeks, it felt like a lifetime.

Finally, the door began to open and my mother stood there, staring at me like I wasn't real.

"Hello, Mother," I say with a smile, reaching out to grab her hand.

Mother opens her mouth to say something to me and then she clasps her mouth shut with her hand as tears start pouring from her eyes. Her face had changed; she looked much older, as if me being in the Games made her age. But, she still held the glow in her eyes and in her skin.

"Prim, my baby!" she cries out and pulls me in for a bone-crushing hug. I latch onto her and hold her as she cries, babbling into my shoulder about how afraid she was and how happy she was that I was home. This was the most emotion that she had shown toward me since my father died, but I loved it no matter what. At least she cared for me.

"It's okay, Mom. I'm fine," I say, pulling away from her and wiping her eyes. She nods and takes a handkerchief, wiping her eyes and laughing at her state.

"I'm so sorry, Prim. I didn't even take the time to introduce myself to this young man," Mother says, looking behind me at Cato.

He smiles and puts his hand out toward her. "I'm Cato Hadley. It's nice to meet you, ma'am."

I almost gasp at him. Cato is being so polite! What on earth is going on with him?

Mother pushes his hand away and pulls him in for a hug, holding onto him as tightly as she held onto me. I smile at how calm he seems. He's probably thinking of his own mother..

She pulls away from Cato and motions for us to come inside the new home. I walk in and survey the place, noting how much more elegant it was than our ratty old home. There was beautiful furniture, the kitchen had everything my Mom would need for anything, and I was sure the rooms and everything else were just as amazing. The Peacekeeper that brought us here places our bags down in the living room area and walks out, finally leaving us alone.

"Why don't you take your things upstairs and then come back down so we can talk?" Mother asks, motioning up the stairs. "I'm just getting dinner started. Your room is the first one on the right."

"Where's Katniss?" I ask as Cato walks toward the bags.

"Oh, you know exactly where she is," Mom answers with a smile. I nod, knowing she was most likely in the woods, either alone or with Gale.

Cato takes our bags as we walk up the stairs and make it to the room Mother said was mine. He places the bags down and stares at me standing in the doorway.

It was so weird being at home.. I just couldn't explain how I was feeling. I was scared, happy, sad, and every other emotion at the same time. Things were so overwhelming, especially my Mother being so happy with me bringing Cato here. I felt like I was going to fall out.

"Are you okay?" Cato asks, walking towards me.

I nod and take a step back. "I'm fine. I think I am just going to look around for a bit."

Cato nods this time as I walk away, going to find Katniss' room. I found that there were five rooms in total, plus the attic.

Katniss' room was the last one in the hallway on the left. I pushed the door open and walked in. I was immediately hit with her scent: the woods. It made me smile. Everything in her room was simple. There weren't very many decorations, but she wasn't one to decorate. One of her hunting jackets was lying on her bed, along with a pair of boots on the floor. This was just like Katniss.. When would she get here?

I heard Mother calling us down and I quickly shut the door and ran back downstairs, where Mother was standing in the kitchen with Cato laughing at something. They really were getting along? Why couldn't he act this way with everyone else?

I walked in and stood with them, catching up on all the news of the Seam and at home. We stood there for a while, with my Mother asking Cato a lot of questions about himself and his family, and asking questions about the both of us. She told me how surprised she was when she found out about us, but she was glad that someone was there to take care of me since I didn't have anyone from home and she knew Haymitch wasn't the best mentor.

I heard the front door open and that's when things got real.

"Mom, are you home?" I heard Katniss call out. Tears started forming in my eyes at the sound of her voice. My sister was home.. finally.

"Yes, honey. We're in the kitchen," Mother called back.

"Who's with yo-"

Katniss' figure finally showed through and she stopped dead in her tracks to survey me and Cato. I saw tears fall from her eyes as she watched me watching her. She had the same green hunting jacket on, the black boots, and the braid running down her back.

"Hi, Katniss," I said shakily, walking up to her slowly. She continued to stare at me as I walked toward her, and when I finally reached her, the tears fell from her eyes and she pulled me to her, cradling me and crying at the same time. Her grey eyes were clouded with her tears, and she didn't say anything, just held me.

We both cried while Cato and Mom watched. I don't even know how long we stood there, but it really felt like a long time.

When she pulled away and wiped her eyes, Katniss took the time to eye Cato warily. The anger formed in her face and she was frowning full on. I watched with wide eyes as they stared at each other like prey. I didn't know whether or not I should say something or just stay quiet. If I did say something, they both might just yell at me.

I knew Cato probably didn't like her because he knew I loved her more than anything in this world, even him, and I knew Katniss didn't like him because he was a boy and she wanted to protect me until the end of the world.

Katniss stepped away from me and toward Cato. Cato didn't move or say anything to her. He just watched her step toward him, waiting for anything to happen.

Once Katniss finally reached him, she stood there for a second, and then she swung her elbow, making it connect with his jaw.

"You motherfucker!" She yelled at him.

Oh my goodness..

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