A/N: LOTS OF CHAPTERS FOR EVERYONE TONIGHT HOORAY (Cato's POV starts us off.)

"Peeta?" He stands up and walks over to him. "Is it...?" He holds Peeta's shoulders and looks him in the eyes. "It's you..."

"Surprise." I say. ~

"It's definitely me." I smile at him immediately wrapping my arms around him in a hug. I missed this place so much more than I thought I did. I want to cry, but I shouldn't. I know that will make my dad cry too, and I don't want that. This is a happy time. The hug stings, and I flinch a bit, but I don't care. ~

I can't help but smile at their reunion. Peeta hasn't gotten a real chance to talk to his father since before the Games, not counting last week when he was about to die painfully.

"How...?" Is all he's able to ask. ~

"They didn't kill me...ever. You think the Capitol would admit defeat by taking that off air? We escaped." I whispered, looking up at him. "So they told everyone they killed me in private...to not make the Capitol seem more flawed. We've been on a train for days. A coal train." I pull away from him and remove the Peacekeeper uniform, revealing my simple fireproof shirt and shorts type things, also revealing all of the burns and scarring the large uniform was hiding. ~

"You escaped?" he asked in disbelief.

"I broke him out about an hour after he was tortured." I consider telling him that Peeta was insane, but I hold back from that. "And we decided that here was the best place to go." ~

I nodded. "They want me dead, dad. But I didn't do anything wrong. I told you that before...I didn't mean to do anything to rebel." It's true.

Though it's not like you object to that.

"No, not you again.."

You thought I was gone?

"I hoped."

You're still pretty screwed up, Peeta.

"I noticed!" I realized the other two were staring at me. "Sorry..." ~

His dad turns to me, confused. "What is he saying?"

"He's arguing with himself." I laugh. "He's been like that for a week." I turn to Peeta. "You have real people to talk to now." It's best to humor him. ~

"I know, I know that.."

I'll be here.

"Get out of my head!" I shout angrily. "I hate them for this.. I didn't do anything to deserve this." I look at Cato and my dad. "None of us did. But now they're definitely looking for us." ~

"You must be hungry." His father ignores him and the fact that they're looking for us and goes behind the counter to pull out a tray of bread. "Eat up."

I look at him, asking if I can have another roll. He nods, so I take the one closest to me and bite into it.

"I've missed you, Peeta," he says. "You died twice on me...please don't again." I know that feeling. ~

Oh god, I was so excited about seeing my dad again, I'd forgotten how hungry I was. "Thank you!" I immediately sit and begin eating the familiar breads. "I haven't eaten in like, a week." I admit, my mouth filled with something that tasted like cinnamon. I ate it too fast to look. "I missed you, too... If he had anything to do it, I'm not going anywhere." I motion to Cato. "He's always the one saving me.. Just now, and back in Two." I'm just so excited to be back, everything is just coming out now. "Oh, dad! You know, they use boxed cake mix?" If Cato thought I was adamantly against it, he hadn't met my father. ~

"What?!"

I look back to his dad and shrug. "I didn't know there was another way to bake a cake."

He gives me some ridiculous look that clearly says I'm insane. "Well, how did you think they make the mix?" It sounds like he'd be angry, but he didn't seem capable of it. He's just surprised, I guess.

"I...don't know. Peeta showed me, though." ~

I nod proudly. "And I made this really fantastic cake, but it's back in District Two." I say as I continue eating. It was really a nice cake, the cake I made for Cato. Lots of layers and stuff to represent the Districts he was in, with Two and Twelve being the most prominent. Maybe his mother would eat it. "Like my hair?" I laugh. ~

"I see your blonde is coming back." He ruffles Peeta's hair and laughs. "Don't change it again." ~

"I didn't have much of a choice!" I smile. "It was the only thing I could change when I was trying to hide. But I prefer being blonde. I don't feel like Peeta Mellark like this." My dad would always tell me as a kid that there's never genetically been a Mellark who wasn't blonde. ~

"I like it blonde, too." I was going to mention sex hair, but I'm not sure his father would appreciate it. "You'll always be Peeta Mellark, remember?" ~

"The one and only." I shove another piece of bread into my mouth. "I can't believe we made it here." ~

"Neither can I...you scared me half to death when you showed up at the door." He laughs nervously.

"He did the same to me when he showed up in Two a few months ago." I give Peeta a dirty look. ~

"All this isn't my fault!" I whine. "If I sent you anything that said was alive, and it was intercepted, they'd find me for sure." I look to my dad. "Besides, this was all pretty last minute." ~

"I know...you didn't even get to say goodbye," his father says sadly. "But you're here now, and that's all I care about." ~

"But...we can't stay. They'll look here first." I look to my dad nervously. "You know where I want to go." My father was the only person besides Cato who I've told about the things I've seen. ~

"You're going to take a chance with that?" He walks over to Peeta and hugs him tightly. "Good luck...I hope you find it." So, it turns out he knows about this mystery place as well. "Your brothers are sorry, you know...for everything." ~

"I think it's possible. If we make it, I'll call." I laugh slightly. "I really don't blame them.." I don't. As much as I want to, I can't seem to be really angry at them for all of this. "Tell them I said goodbye, okay?" I don't bring up my mother. ~

"So...I suppose you won't stick around long enough to see them in person." He realizes that we probably can't stay long.

"Tell them I said hi." I laugh to break the tension.

He nods. "I will." ~

"I wish we could stay longer...but maybe, when this blows over, I can come back and visit." I stand. "You can't tell anyone either of us was here." ~

"I wouldn't, at the risk of you being taken away again." He walks over to the fridge and opens it, pulling out a tray of assorted desserts. "I want you to take some food with you...you're starting to look a little skinny there." He carefully places the goods into a bag and hands it to us.

"Thank you so much, sir. For everything." ~

I hug my father again tightly, like I did before I left for the Games. "Thank you dad...I'm going to miss you so much. I love you, you know.." I'm going to cry. I predict it, and it happens as I know it would. ~

"I love you too...I'll miss you for sure, but now that I know you're alive...and with company," he smiles at me, "I think it'll be alright. I hope we get to see you sometime." He wipes Peeta's tears away. "Don't cry."

"That's what I always tell him!" I look at Peeta and nod. He knows it's true. ~

"I can't help it." I smile through my tears. "I'll do everything I can to see you again. I promise." ~

"I wouldn't hold you to that." Really? "But I know you'll try."

"I'll hold him to it." I laugh. ~

I look to Cato. "Should I just stay in this?" I hold up the white Peacekeepers' uniform. "There's only one way out of town into the forest, so we'll have to be together." ~

"Yeah. People would recognize your face, otherwise. It's the jaw." ~

I laugh a little, putting my hand on my face before starting to pull the uniform on again. "Yeah, yeah, I know." ~

"Well, I guess this is it..." I pat Peeta on the back a couple times. "Thanks for the hundredth time, Mr. Mellark. For your beautiful son." God, he probably thinks I'm such a suck up. There's no doubt in my mind that he hasn't heard me refer to Peeta as hot or sexy. He's seen me touch him all over the place, too, during the Games. It's a wonder that he doesn't think I'm a complete manslut. Good work on your child, I think to myself and crack a smile.

He raises an eyebrow at my comment. "Of course. He's lucky to have you with him by his side all the time." He gives Peeta another long hug. "Stay safe, please." ~

I blush a bit at what Cato says, then take a deep breath when my dad hugs me one last time. "I will. If it's there, I'll call." I step towards the door. "Goodbye, dad." ~

"You had better call." He laughs, walking us both over to the door. "Goodbye..." As he's standing next to me, he whispers in my ear, "Watch out for that one. You're the only steady thing he's had his entire life. Don't you dare wrong him."

When I look up at him, he's giving me a genuine smile. "I won't. I promise," I say. "Bye." ~

I turn and wave as Cato and I walk out of the bakery. "What was that?" I say as I motion for him to take a left out the door. ~

"He was just telling me not to ever use boxed cake mix ever again." I laugh as we walk to the left. "He said if it's not fresh, it could kill you. I learned my lesson." ~

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