Chapter 24: Ignite the Stars

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Chapter 24: Ignite the Stars

SONNET 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

What is the true nature of love? It wears many faces and comes in many guises. It is bound neither by time nor distance. It strikes like lightning or creeps like a thief in the night. It can rage like a cyclone or whisper like the soft rains of spring. It can stare unflinching into the blinding glare of day or the velvet depths of night. It can be a source of greatest strength but also of ultimate weakness. It produces gales of sweetest laughter or rivers of bitterest tears. It is fallible, fragile, immutable, and absolute. It is one candle flickering in the darkness that can ignite the stars.

. . . . .xo.

She entered the hospital at a swift walk, barely acknowledging the turmoil ensuing around her. The emergency room was in bedlam, a cacophony of noise and lights. She focused only on the familiar, trying to pick out a face in the crowd who could give her the answers she so desperately needed. Finally, a recognizable form separated itself from the masses and waved her in.

"Nice of you to join us, Sweetheart," Haymitch Abernathy declared. "Thought I was going to have to deal with this thing solo."

Katniss wasted no time. "Cut the crap, Haymitch. Where are they? Are they okay?"

Johanna demanded, "We heard about it on the radio on the way in. Come on, Haymitch, where are they?"

He grabbed each girl's arm and pulled them into an unoccupied corner of the waiting room. "Keep it down," He grunted. "There are reporters crawling all over here. They've been camped out since the ambulances pulled in. We're trying to keep it as quiet as possible to give Boggs time to move on the other buildings. We have a very short window here and we need to use every bit of it."

Katniss shook her head, eyes fiery. "I don't care about any of that. I want to know where they are; Haymitch and I want to know now." Johanna nodded fiercely in agreement.

He shot a frustrated glare at them both then motioned for someone just beyond their line of sight. Katniss' jaw dropped slightly as the fuchsia clad form of Effie Trinket joined them. Haymitch nodded briefly in acknowledgement then ordered, "Johanna, Effie will take you upstairs. She'll fill you in on the way." He gestured briefly to Annie and Finnick. "You two find a comfortable spot. I'll talk to you after I deal with Sweetheart here." They agreed, veering into the adjacent waiting area. Haymitch then turned to Katniss, his eyes serious. "You, come with me and be quiet. This will be easier if you don't ask questions." Without waiting for a response, he turned and hurried off. She had no choice but to follow him.

After following him mutely through several turns and passageways, Katniss finally lost her patience. "Damn it, Haymitch! Where the hell are we going? What is going on? Why won't you tell me?" Her steps faltered as her mind reached the only logical conclusion. The secrecy, the request for haste, and the fact that there were two deaths already confirmed. Black swam into the edges of her vision and her knees let go. Haymitch let out a startled curse as he caught her arms, easing her into a convenient chair. She raised bleak eyes to his and asked quietly, "Which one is it? Tell me, Haymitch. Who did we lose?"

A rueful smile spread across the old man's face. He rested a gentle hand on her shoulder as he knelt. "Okay, sweetheart, if this is the way you want it then we'll do this your way. So far, there have been two deaths confirmed because of this debacle. The first was Albert Coin. Turns out he's the main guy for the Gamesmakers. He called all the shots. Daniel Cato took him out. Cato suffered a pretty bad concussion but it looks like he's going to pull through." He briefly paused, his hand tightening on her shoulder. "The other was Cressida Matisse. She met Gale and your baker friend in the Seam. I don't know all the details. It looks like she took a bullet trying to protect Rue and Gale. It was a madhouse after Cato took out Coin. A firefight broke out between Boggs' men and Coin's. Our guys were caught in the middle. Whatever she's done in the past, she died protecting that kid and one of ours."

Katniss looked at him in disbelief. Cato and Cressida? She whispered, "Where are they? I want to see them. Please, Haymitch?"

He gestured to a nondescript door just down the hallway. "Go ahead. I'll come back in a few minutes. We still have some details to iron out but I'll give you as much time as I can." He patted her gruffly on the knee and climbed unsteadily back to his feet. She stopped him with a gentle hand on his arm, and then coiled hers around his neck. "Thank you." She muttered fiercely. He made a noncommittal grunt, his face flushing. He gave her a gentle nudge, propelling her in the general direction of the door then shuffled away. She smiled at his retreating form then impatiently turned to the door.

She could see him through the window sitting on the edge of the bed. He started fixedly at the TV, occasionally rubbing a hand absently through his hair. His pants were heavily stained at the knee with reddish brown. Random spots covered his shirt and even his hair. A purple-black bruise overlaid one of his red-rimmed eyes. He looked lost and her heart broke even as her hand found the door knob. The door opened silently, and he didn't register her presence as she eased into the room. The TV volume masked any noise so he didn't look up until she quietly said his name.

"Peeta," she breathed. His head swung up immediately, blue eyes pinning her in place. Hesitantly, she stepped closer and raised a hand to delicately trace the marks on his face. Her fingers eased over the discoloration, causing him to wince. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry." She murmured. Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they trailed over each feature; pushing the blond bangs out of his eyes, moving softly over the battered cheek, and down over his nose and lips.

Finally, her arms twined about his neck as she pulled him against her, resting her cheek against the top of his head. He wound his own arms about her waist, and melted into her warmth. She felt him shudder, a breath catching as he bit back a sob. "Hush now." She soothed. "It's okay. I've got you. I'm right here." His arms tightened as he buried his head in her shoulders, hot tears soaking into her shirt as he wept. She continued to murmur softly, offering what reassurance and comfort she could until she heard him quiet down. He raised his head, eyes searching hers and she let a small smile quirk the corners of her mouth. She bent and lightly touched her mouth to his. One turned into two which stretched into several. "I love you," she breathed in between kisses. "I love you, Peeta."

He smiled against her lips and pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. "Love you too, Katniss," he returned. "More than you know." A sudden knock at the door proceeded Haymitch into the room. He tossed Katniss an apologetic look then took the unoccupied chair. Annie and Finnick trailed uncomfortably behind him. Annie exchanged a contrite glance with Katniss, and folded herself on the other bed. Finnick and Peeta shared a short handshake then he slouched down next to Annie. The three serious expressions set Katniss' nerves to tingling, a feeling shared by Peeta judging from the suddenly tense muscles under her hands. "Did you bring any news about Gale?" Peeta broke the awkward silence. "How's he doing? Nobody will tell me anything?" Katniss sent him a questioning look. He squeezed her fingers reassuringly while his gaze sought Haymitch. Katniss' eyes flicked from Peeta to the other three, her suspicions mounting.

"Haymitch, where is Gale? Did something happen?" Her tone rose sharply as her gaze bore into her boss, demanding answers.

Haymitch signed, clearly annoyed but trying not to show it. He looked from one to the other then retorted, "He was shot and lost a lot of blood. He had to go into emergency surgery as soon as the ambulance got him here. That's part of what I wanted to talk to you about. He's going to be fine. He's in recovery now. Johanna is upstairs with Effie. The doctors are talking to her now about his prognosis. He'll be in the hospital for a while but he's going to be okay."

Katniss felt Peeta sag against her. Gray eyes met relieved blue and he said quietly, "Thank you. That's the best news I've heard all day. I knew that it was close. Thank you so much." He smiled freely for the first time since she had entered the room.

Haymitch gruffly announced, "From what I hear, he has you to thank that he's even here at all. If you hadn't done what you did, he would have died. You did good, kid. We should be thanking you, not the other way around. You saved his life."

Peeta shook his head angrily. "He would have done the same for me. Hell, he saved Rue's life. Those idiots were shooting at anything that moved. It didn't matter. We're all lucky."

Haymitch nodded in agreement. "That's an understatement if I've ever heard one. None of you should have walked out of that place. "

"Peeta," Katniss gently questioned. "Can you tell us what happened?"

He nodded, and shifted until he was able to see each face. Katniss slid behind him on the bed, moving until he leaned against her. He patted her knee thankfully then cleared his throat. "We met Cressida at her old address in the Seam. We found Rue's teddy bear there so we knew the girls had been there. Cressida just showed up out of the blue. We couldn't understand her very well. Somebody had removed her tongue. It was the Gamesmakers, if I had to guess. She certainly knew a lot about them. She agreed to take Gale and me to where they had the girls. We let Boggs know the situation and he reluctantly agreed to let us go in and attempt to find them. We knew that he was sending backup. We tried to get in and out before they got there. We found Rue in the tribute cells. Gale was able to pick the lock and get her out. They had taken Prim up to the main level because Coin wanted her. When we got up there, Cressida took off. I didn't realize that at the time. Some thug that Rue called Cray was guarding the door. He said that we were expected and he had orders to let us in.

Coin had Prim at a table with Daniel Cato standing guard behind her. He gloated, made some insulting remarks about Seneca Crane and the company he supposedly owned. He admitted that he was using it for a cover. He basically offered me a job with his organization in exchange for Prim and Rue. He said that Daniel Cato wasn't capable of handling the responsibility he had given him. He thought that it would be a better fit for me. I guess Daniel didn't appreciate Coin's assessment because he slit the old man's throat. After that happened, all hell broke loose. Cray and his thugs went after Cato. One of them got the drop on him and hit him over the head. I thought he was dead. The big guy then turned on Gale and Rue and opened fire. Cressida, along with Boggs' men, came out of nowhere. I was just trying to keep Prim's head down. Cressida dived at Gale and knocked both he and Rue to the floor. I heard them get hit. Prim wouldn't stop screaming and it took me a while to get her calmed down. Rue had Cressida talking. I saw Gale then and panicked. He was bloody and not breathing. He came to just long enough to say a few words then passed out. I did CPR until the medics finally took over. They pulled us out of there and that's all I know."

He gratefully took the cup of water that Annie pressed into his hands. After taking a few sips he continued. "They sedated Prim in the ambulance. She was incoherent. I guess seeing a man's throat cut right in front of you will do that." He rubbed a hand ruefully over his bruised eye. "She's the one that gave me this thing. Rue was crying but she didn't lose it like Prim did. They're just down the hall. I checked on them before you got here, Katniss. They're both asleep right now."

Finnick leaned forward, eyes mischievous. "So what you're saying is that between a shootout, a gang leader, and all the excitement that has gone on today; you got beaten up by a fifteen year-old girl." Finnick shook his head sadly. "That is just sad, Mellark. Pitiful even."

Annie smacked his arm, an astounded expression on her face at his audacity. Katniss glared at him, eyes heated until she felt Peeta shaking against her. Panicked, she shifted until she could see his face and was immediately surprised to note that he was laughing. He caught a glimpse of her disgruntled expression and his chuckles turned into full blown gales of laughter. Katniss and Annie shared a confused glance as the three men continued to howl. Finally, Peeta wound down and tossed Finnick an appreciative look. "You're absolutely right, Odair. The best I can come up with is that my little sister has one hell of a left hook." He chuckled briefly then continued. "We got lucky that Boggs showed up when he did. There was no way we were getting out of there on our own."

Haymitch chimed in, "Cressida led them to you. She went to find the two guys that were following you and Gale around. They gave her a notebook and she was able to explain enough of the situation that they knew to go in right away. She led them straight to you." Haymitch paused, a puzzled look on his face. "I wonder what made her change her mind. She's the one who gave them Rue in the first place. What made her decide to help her instead?"

Peeta shrugged and looked at his hands. He commented softly, "They took her tongue. Maybe she saw what kind of life she had sent Rue to. She was an addict, Haymitch. That causes people to do crazy things. She paid a big price for her mistakes. Maybe this was her way of making amends. She certainly saved our lives. That counts for something." His eyes met Katniss' again. "She died for us. That counts for everything."

The other three climbed to their feet. "We're going to check on Gale and Johanna then head on home. We'll see you tomorrow, sport." Finnick teased, his hand clasping Peeta's shoulder. "Try and get some sleep. Don't let the nurses rough you up."

"Ha Ha. Very funny!" Peeta snorted. "See you tomorrow. Thanks for everything."

Annie paused in the door, "Katniss, should we come back for you? We won't be but a minute. I'm sure that Johanna will want to stay but I'm going to try and convince her otherwise."

Katniss shook her head, arms unconsciously tightening around Peeta's waist. "I'll take care of myself, Annie. Just make sure that you get her to at least sleep even if she does stay here. She shouldn't stay up all night." Annie nodded again and let the door swing closed behind her. Katniss shifted until she was on her side, pulling Peeta down until he lay facing her. Switching their usual positions, she maneuvered until his head rested just over her heart. "I think we should get you cleaned up and then you need to rest." She ordered. He closed his eyes and snuggled closer. "I'll go round you up something else to put on. You can't sleep in that."

He merely tightened his hold on her, eyes remaining contently shut. "In a minute, okay. I just want to stay here with you for now." He cracked one eye questioningly. "You will stay here with me, won't you?"

She grinned at the little boy tone he affected. "Peeta, don't make me black your other eye." She retorted, leaning in to kiss him once more. He rolled his eyes even as his mouth met hers once more.

. . . .XO

He was staring morosely at the plate of hospital food when the door clicked open. He opened his mouth to blast whoever had decided to bother him but stopped in shock when a familiar face peeked in. Daniel Cato, once known as Dan Cade in a former life, was struck speechless as his old friend eased into the room and took a seat facing the bed. He sat mutely, not knowing what to say or how to react.

Finnick watched the play of emotions run across his old friend's face. He waited until the man finally settled back against the pillows, clearly deciding to wait and see. It was a habit from another life. Finnick knew it well and used it himself. Best to set back and observe before jumping into anything. Finnick finally took pity on him and spoke first, "How are you feeling? The doctors seem to think that you'll be out of here in a few days."

"They must be really anxious to get me in jail, huh?" Daniel questioned harshly. "I'm surprised that I'm not under armed guard. I'm even more shocked that you came in here alone. Didn't they tell you that I'm dangerous? You never were all together bright, Finnick."

"That's true," Finnick laughed. "But I never claimed to be either so that's something in my favor. You, on the other hand, were constantly bragging about your superiority. I think we've safely laid that rumor to rest, haven't we?" Daniel snorted before he could stop himself. Finnick lifted an amused eyebrow which resulted in yet another derisive snort. "It's good to see you, Dan. It's been way to long. I only wish it had been sooner."

Daniel's face suffused a ruddy red. His tone sharpened, "Abernathy didn't bother with me. I was expendable. Don't get me wrong. I was glad when he got you out. You deserved it. I kept waiting for my turn but it never came. Once Cray started unloading us, I knew that it was all over. He had won. I stopped worrying about getting out and started thinking about how to survive. That bastard Coin latched onto me like a cheap suit. I was in my own private hell from that day forward." He gestured to the string that Finnick was obsessively twisting. "Still working on the knots, Odair. You really are a piece of work. Abernathy probably doesn't realize exactly how fucked up you are, does he?"

Finnick stayed the motion of his hands and met the flint like stare of his former friend. "You have no idea how long Haymitch and I looked for you. We couldn't find one clue. There was nothing concrete for you or several of the others. Just a bunch of crap in an old folder. That's the best we could find. I know that we can't change anything but we would like to try. That is, if you are willing."

Daniel shook his head. "Is this the part where I get offered a deal in return for my cooperation? What do you want, Finnick, my testimony? You want me to spill my guts so that the cops can make a few more arrests and look good on TV. You want me to give you names and places so that the Gamesmakers can be taken completely apart. It's a good deal for you but it ends with me getting my throat cut in some prison after they are finished with me. No thanks. I'm afraid I'll have to decline. I've already spent my life in one prison. If I have to do it in another, I want to at least have a fighting chance."

"It won't matter if you take our deal or not, Dan. They have to know that you took down Coin. That's right. I know that. Peeta Mellark, Rue Matisse, and Primrose Mellark already gave their statements to the police. I know that you protected Prim Mellark when Cray first picked them up. I know that you never left her side while she was in that warehouse. She told us that. How can you explain the fact that you protected a girl you barely knew? You killed a man who had tortured you for years. Those two facts alone are the reason for this deal." Finnick paused. "You will still have a jail sentence. They won't agree to drop that entirely. The difference is that instead of a prison, you can do it in a hospital. Annie Cresta and I have both agreed to handle your treatment in addition with the medical staff where you are sent. You will get a reduced sentence in exchange for your cooperation. They do want the Gamesmakers. That's the truth. You, however, would be testifying against Cray for what he did to us all those years ago. We can finally put it to rest."

"How much of this is your doing? Did you and Abernathy come up with this?" Cato questioned.

"I had nothing to do with it." Finnick replied. "I can't say the same about Haymitch. I believe that most of the credit goes to Peeta Mellark and his sister. Peeta credits you and Cressida Matisse with buying them enough time for Boggs to get there. Primrose said that you kept the other men from bothering her. She did, however, give information which ties you to an assault on Rue Matisse at the Better Way dormitories. Rue was given the option of filing charges against you but she declined to pursue it if you cooperate with helping to put Cray away. She's looking at the bigger picture, Dan. Can you do the same?"

"Why would they do that after the things I've done?" He retorted. "Why would they help me?"

Finnick smirked in a maddening fashion. "I can't answer that. I don't know why. I do know that a second chance doesn't come along very often. When it does, you'd better grab it with both hands." He bounded to his feet and headed for the door. "What do you want me to tell them? Are you in or are you out?"

Daniel looked at his hands, clearly thinking furiously. "Can I think about it and get back to you?" He requested. "It's a lot to think about."

Finnick paused in the doorway. "Sure. Take all the time you need. I'll be back to check on you in a little while."

He was easing the door closed when a soft voice piped up, "Finnick, are you still my friend?"

He stuck his head back in the door, eyes steady as they met Daniel's nervous regard. "Yes, Dan. I'm still your friend. I will always be your friend. Just think about everything and get back to me. Okay?"

The "thank you" was almost too quiet to hear. Finnick merely nodded and eased the door shut. He grinned at Annie as she fell into step beside him. "Did he say yes?" she questioned lightly.

"No. He didn't agree just yet." Finnick replied. "But he will. I know he will. He is still there, Annie. We just need to bring him out."

"We will, Finnick. We will." She hooked her arm through his and they shared a smile as they continued down the passageway.

. . . .XO.

The suitcases were packed and sitting in identical positions by the door. The two girls sat on their respective beds waiting for the ride that would take them out of this morbid place. Both hated hospitals but for quite different reasons.

Prim toyed with the strap on her bag, fidgeting impatiently. She glanced at the clock and remarked, "They said that they would be here by now. I wonder what's keeping them."

Rue rolled her eyes in response. Prim had been making the same observations for the past fifteen minutes. Rather than waste time pointing that fact out, Rue chose to answer in the form of a question. "Are you serious? Do you really have to ask? Obviously, Peeta cooked cheese buns again. It's the only logical explanation."

Prim threw a tissue at her friend, which was promptly caught and dropped into the nearest trash receptacle. "Very funny but I'm being serious. It's not like Peeta to be late. He's usually ten minutes early to everything. It's so annoying." Rue snorted at that bit of silliness. Prim huffed, "Well, it is annoying. You just haven't been around long enough to appreciate that fact."

Rue sobered at that remark. She wouldn't be around as much after today. She would hopefully be sent to the same home as her sisters and brother. If not, she would go into the state facility or to another family. It was almost a sure bet that she wouldn't be seeing nearly as much of Prim as she was accustomed to. She would more than likely lose the best friend that she had ever had. Rue felt tears burn for an instant before she blinked them away. She wouldn't let Prim see her upset. She didn't want to be responsible for destroying Prim's joy at finally getting to go home. Rue was happy for her friend. She would wait until she was alone before letting her emotions have free rein.

A brief knock proceeded Katniss and Peeta into the room. Prim squealed and leapt into her brother's arms. He staggered and huffed out, "God, Prim. Can't you just say hello like a normal person?" He then picked her up and swung her around just like he did when they were kids. She giggled furiously and swayed unsteadily once he set her back on her feet. Katniss shared a grin with Rue at their antics and put a hand on the younger girl's arm to steady her. Prim pulled Katniss for a hug of her own. It lacked the momentum of the embrace she shared with her brother but more than made up for it in emotion. Finally, they stepped back, both wearing identical watery smiles.

"Why are you guys so late?" Prim demanded. "You said you would be here almost an hour ago. I know traffic couldn't possibly be that bad."

Katniss and Peeta shared a conspiratorial look and he gestured for her to take the lead. She rolled her eyes and dropped into a nearby chair. She twisted hands together, clearly searching for a starting point. Finally deciding, she said, "We went to see Judge Paylor. It was time for my progress report on your program." She reached into her ever present bag and withdrew a file. Prim cracked a small grin at the memory of her first meeting with this woman. She had done the exact same thing on that day: waltzed in with a file from a judge and started lecturing. Prim appreciated the irony. Katniss, seeing the smile, paused and quirked a questioning brow. Prim motioned for her to continue. "She agreed with Haymitch and me that you have successfully completed the core aspects of Better Way's program. She signed an order for you to complete thirty hours of community service. Once that is done, your record will be expunged." Prim clapped her hands excitedly but Katniss held up her file and remarked, "I'm not finished yet. We still have a few more items to go over."

Prim signed, "Do we have to do this now? We can talk about the community service later. I'm ready to go home. I'm dying for some of Sae's lamb stew. I've been having dreams about it."

Katniss, having recently been introduced to the infamous stew, had to agree. "Sorry, Prim but this can't wait. Rue, this involves you too." She stopped and exchanged a nervous glance with Peeta. He sent her an encouraging smile and waved his hand for her to continue. "We discussed some ideas that we had concerning Rue's living arrangements in the future. She can either be adopted, live in foster care, or become a ward of the state. Peeta and I discussed it and we came up with a plan. We wanted to discuss it with the two of you and see what you think." The two girls eyed each other and then turned curious gazes back to the dark-haired woman who continued to fidget with her file. Prim glanced at her brother and noticed the look of anticipation he was wearing. Whatever this was, clearly it had made these two very nervous.

Katniss let the silence continue for a few brief moments while she gathered her thoughts. She felt the warmth of Peeta's eyes on her from across the room and sent him a tiny smile in thanks. She pulled her gaze back to the two girls and stated carefully, "Judges have the authority to perform certain functions. Judge Paylor was kind enough to help Peeta and I with one this morning." She held up her left hand where an intertwined golden band encircled an iridescent pearl flanked by two rose cut diamonds. Prim gasped as she recognized the ring and her startled eyes flew to her brothers. He smiled and nodded, his own left hand sporting a gold band of its own. She felt tears engulf her eyes and stream unheeded down her face. Katniss bit her lip as she watched the silent exchange. She paused, exhaling noisily then continued, "What we would like and we hope that you two will agree is for Rue to come and stay with us. Judge Paylor has set a trial period of six months to make sure that everything is going well. If after six months she is satisfied, we can petition the court to make it formal. Rue, your brother and sisters will be coming too. That is if you two agree."

Peeta finally chimed in, "Our house has more than enough room. Prim can attest to that. Sae has agreed to come back and help. She loves kids and since Madge is taking over as manager of the restaurant she will have a lot more free time. What do you guys say? We can be one big happy family. Just say the word and we'll make it happen."

Rue's eyes flooded with tears and she collapsed on the bed, head buried in her hands. It was almost too good to be true. It was her greatest and most heartfelt wish. It wasn't possible that this could be happening. It just wasn't. She felt Prim's arms encircle her and let herself cry into her friend's understanding shoulder. She jerked slightly when another set of arms pulled them both in. Rue looked up into Katniss' quicksilver eyes. "What do you say, sweetheart?" Katniss whispered. "Want to come home?"

Peeta leaned in and pushed a strand of dark hair away from the young girl's face. "It wouldn't be home without you, Rue. What do you say?" He grinned as he pushed a battered teddy bear into her arms, causing fresh tears to fall.

Rue closed her eyes, almost afraid to hope that this was real. When she opened them, they were still there; still smiling; still waiting for her answer. She felt a wide grin split her face and looked around at each face, freezing this moment wanting to remember it forever. This is what it felt like to have a family; to be loved and wanted. She spoke shyly. "I say that it's past time for us to go home."

Prim echoed, "You can say that again."

Rue smirked, her eyes dancing. "I say that it's past time for us to go home."

. . .XO

Johanna Mason was not happy. It was hot and she was extremely bothered. Her belly was now noticeably rounded. She was unable to get comfortable for more than a few minutes at a time. To make matters worse, her chocolate ice cream was no longer in the freezer. The craving had struck just after breakfast. She had fought it until the more respectable lunch hour when she wouldn't feel so guilty. She opened the freezer door only to find the carton was missing. Her temper had ignited when she found it in the hands of Gale Hawthorne, her soon to be ex-fiancé.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" She grated out.

"Eating ice cream and watching the game." He answered blandly. He flicked his gaze between her and the TV screen, the spoon continuing to delve into the carton. He eventually noticed that she was just watching him, her foot tapping ominously. "Is something wrong?" He inquired politely.

"Let me think," She retorted. "It is ninety-five degrees and I'm as big as a whale. I had been saving that ice cream since last night and when I go back to get it, I find out that you've already helped yourself. Yes, I think it's safe to say that something's wrong. Don't you?"

Gale, realizing that he had made a critical error, dropped the spoon into the now empty ice cream container and struggled to his feet. Even after six months, the prosthetic leg sometimes caused issues whenever he tried to move too quickly. He automatically yanked it into a more secure position and planted his feet firmly. Rising, he hurried over and attempted to take her in his arms. She slapped his hands away angrily and gave him an irritated glare when he reached for her again. "Don't. I'm still mad at you." She spat, rubbing her hand furiously across her stomach. "What am I supposed to tell your kid, Gale? She wants ice cream and now she can't have it because you already ate it."

Gale's brows pulled together and he opened his mouth to issue an irate retort. He was interrupted by a knock at the door. Shooting her a glance which promised this discussion was far from over, he stomped to the door and flung it open. Katniss smirked at his outraged countenance and stepped past him, heading straight for the kitchen. Johanna smiled widely at her friend but even more so for the quart of Haagen Dazs Chocolate Chocolate Chip ice cream she was carrying. Katniss surrendered the container and wandered into the kitchen, returning swiftly with a spoon. Johanna tore the lid off and plunged in, a sigh of pleasure escaping her lips. Gale mouthed, "Thank you." Katniss grinned in amusement.

Peeta wandered in and deposited a bag on the counter. He patted Gale on the back and commented, "There are six more quarts where that came from just in case you need them."

Gale smirked as he watched Johanna devour the ice cream. "Thanks. I definitely think we will need them." Johanna's head shot up at that and she sent him another fulminating glare. "I should just break down and start buying it by the case. It's the only thing that makes her happy these days." Peeta laughed softly and patted him on the back again. "What do you say we leave the girls to it and try to catch the last part of the game?" Peeta nodded in agreement and followed Gale into the living room. He watched as Gale carefully positioned the leg before lowering himself into the chair. He felt the twinge of guilt again as the man maneuvered until the prosthetic rested comfortably on the edge of the seat.

Gale caught the shifting emotions playing over his friend's face as he sat down and adjusted his leg to a more comfortable position. He signed quietly. He had tried repeatedly to get Peeta to give up this unnecessary guilt the man continued to cart around. He just wouldn't listen. Gale finally decided that the best thing was to go directly for the target. That was the only guaranteed way to hit it. "Peeta, can we talk?" He asked crisply. Peeta nodded uncertainly. "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

Peeta's shocked expression was answer enough. "No," he stuttered. "You know I don't. Why the hell would you ask me that?"

"You know why," Gale retorted. "How many different ways can I say that it wasn't your fault? I'm running out of ideas here. I'm also running low on patience. You have to stop."

Peeta's face flushed to the hairline, and his blue eyes suddenly became fascinated with the flickering TV screen. Finally, he confessed, "I know it. I dragged you into that mess. I can't help but feel responsible."

"The only thing you're responsible for is saving my damned life. But if you keep on like this, I may ask you to put me out of my misery. Seriously, this is beyond getting old. It wasn't you, Peeta. Stop acting like it was." Gale stated.

Peeta gave him a hard look and blew out a quick frustrated breath. "Alright, I'll try. That's the best I can do. Deal?" He extended a hand and looked almost relieved when Gale grasped it. "If it makes you feel any better, Katniss told me the same thing. You were nicer than she was though."

Gale laughed, "Yeah, I'll bet that I was. Catnip can get mean when she's provoked or thinks she's right. She's always been that way ever since we were kids." Gale's gaze wandered over to where his best friend and girlfriend were laughing at Johanna's adventures while buying a car seat. She had spent a fortune on one of the adjustable car seats. When she had gone to the store to pick it up, the box was too large to fit into her small car. She had called Gale, crying hysterically and announced that she couldn't have a baby because she was too stupid to even buy it a seat to sit in. Gale had calmly suggested removing the seat from the larger box and trying again. His ears burned as he recalled the stream of curses that had ensued once the seat fit snugly into the backseat. She hadn't spoken to him for three days after that debacle. Gale had decided from that point on, he would sympathize only. To do otherwise was detrimental to his health.

His gaze swung back to the man sitting with him, also laughing as he watched the lively debate across the room. He couldn't help but compare Peeta to his brother. They were so different; like two sides of the same coin. There were, however, similarities that Gale couldn't deny. Peeta, like Ryder, was good under pressure. He kept a cool head and made decisions based on data rather than emotion. He was steady and calm. He knew when to let Katniss fly to pieces and when to hold her together. He was, in fact, the perfect foil to her intensity and fire. Gale smiled as he watched the two of them exchange a private look and grin. Those two were so obviously in love that they glowed with it. He saw the small changes it made in Katniss every day. She was better, more carefree. She laughed more. She joked again. Gale hadn't seen her that way in a long time. It was a welcome change. It had been too long coming.

Peeta's brow creased as he noted Gale's interested perusal of both Katniss and himself. "Gale, is something wrong?" He asked quietly.

Gale shook his head, that weird enigmatic smile back on his face. "No. Something's actually right for a change." He gestured to Katniss. "I was just thinking that I haven't seen her so happy in a while. Not since Ryder died. I had almost forgotten what it looked like. It's good to see it again."

Peeta's expression sobered. "I would never try to take his place, Gale. You know that, right. I would never do that."

Gale shook his head, and flashed a smile at his confused friend. "You didn't have to take his place, Peeta. You made one of your own. She's like my sister. It just makes me happy to see her happy. That's all I meant." Gale glanced away, a flush rising on his cheeks. "You're like a brother to me too. I just wanted to tell you that."

Peeta's mouth dropped open in surprise. His jaw worked as he tried to speak but no sounds came out. Finally, he choked out, "You're like a brother to me. I just didn't know if you would be okay with that."

Gale smacked his shoulder, "Always okay. We have to keep each other out of trouble." He sat back, the brief moment of camaraderie spent. "But since we agree that we're like family, I have to ask you a favor."

Peeta looked skeptical but hesitantly asked, "And what would that be?"

Gale leaned forward until his voice was heard by Peeta alone. "Promise me that you'll keep the ice cream coming. I've given a lot of thought to how I want to go and being murdered by an irate pregnant lady over chocolate ice cream isn't one of them. "

Peeta's laughter echoed in the room causing Katniss and Johanna to look around curiously. Gale's pleading expression was completely genuine, which nearly caused him to break as he carefully reined in his amusement. "Sure, no problem." Peeta choked out. Gale's relieved smile set him off again.

End Part 24

Chapter 25: Epilogue: New Beginnings and Second Chances

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Epilogue: New Beginnings and Second Chances

It was a festive sight with banners and balloons flying in the warm spring air. The massive banner, white letters brilliant against the maroon background, proclaimed "Good Luck Graduates." Judging from the jubilant laughter and general commotion, the celebration had already started. Peeta Mellark eased his way through the crowds, eyes scanning the rows for any familiar faces. A hand waved lazily from a few aisles over. Peeta murmured apologies to the few people he bumped as he shifted direction toward the beckoning hand. Reaching his destination, he plopped down in the empty chair and commented, "Sorry. That took longer than I thought. Didn't realize there would be such a crowd."

Gale Hawthorne smirked from a few seats further down the row. "Excuses, excuses. Really, Peeta, you were gone long enough to come up with a better reason than that." He leaned forward and lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Where were you really? You can tell little old me."

Peeta rolled his eyes at his friend's insinuating tone. "Gale," he retorted. "Shut up. If you must know, my wife needed something from the car. Being the good husband that I am, I retrieved it for her." Saying this, he turned and presented Katniss with a small brown bag. "Here you go, sweetheart. Let me know if you need anything else. Okay?" She gratefully took the bag and pulled out a still warm cheese bun. The first bite brought a satisfied sigh from her and she graced him with a contented smile before turning back to Johanna. Peeta shot Gale a self-satisfied glance and sat back, smugly crossing his arms over his chest.

Gale shot him a disgusted look and whispered, "Do you keep a batch on you all the time in case she randomly craves them or what?"

Peeta nodded solemnly, "You bet, buddy. After getting so many calls from you at odd hours begging for chocolate ice cream, I learned my lesson. Whatever she wants, she gets. Even if that means that I have to carry around bags of cheese buns everywhere we go. It's a small price to pay, believe me." The sour look Gale gave him made Peeta grin in amusement. Gale's woes during Johanna's pregnancy were legendary. Peeta had no problem admitting that they were also quite educational. Watching Gale flounder and stumble his way through the experience had taught Peeta a valuable lesson. He pampered Katniss outrageously once she had informed him of their pending event. He went out of his way to make sure her simplest request was fulfilled. When a craving made itself known, he made sure to always have the item on hand. It was a neat trick when the craving turned out to be toothpaste. He cringed but stocked up on the travel sized tubes and always kept them nearby. He had been relieved when that gave way to the current cheese bun obsession. It was a good thing he enjoyed baking.

The processional beginning turned everyone's attention to the field where lines of cap and gown clad figures were gravely filing in. Peeta grabbed his camera from the bag sitting close by and snapped several quick shots as a recognizable blond ponytail swayed past. He scanned the next few faces then spotted the coffee colored mop peaking from underneath a maroon cap. She saw him looking and flashed a quick grin. He clicked off a few frames and smiled back.

The ceremony proceeded at a gratifyingly rapid pace, with the opening speakers keeping their remarks brief and to the point. The principal, Dr. Mitchell Aurelius, smiled beatifically at the assembled group. He welcomed them, and then proclaimed his pride in their accomplishments. His eyes passed somberly over the arena. "It is now time for the representative of the graduating class to grace us with a few remarks. This young lady came to us just over three years ago. At first, she didn't know what to make of us nor did we know what to make of her. Very seldom have I seen such drive and determination as this young lady displayed. She applied herself vigorously to her studies and has finished up in the top three percent of this graduating class. She will be attending university this fall with a major in behavioral science and psychology. I know that she will continue to do great things. Please help me make welcome to the stage Ms. Ruth Ann Matisse."

Rue climbed gracefully to her feet and made her way to the stage. She felt Prim's hand catch hers as she passed and returned the reassuring squeeze before ascending the stairs. She smiled politely at Dr. Aurelius then took her place behind the podium. Her nervous eyes caught those of Peeta and Katniss Mellark from the stage; both beaming proudly and Peeta raised the camera again for another quick series of shots. She pulled out a small card, glanced over her notes, and let her gaze catch on Prim's. A discreet thumb's up signal made her smile.

"Thank you very much for giving me the opportunity to speak here today. It's a great honor." She began. "Three years ago, my life was very different. I was alone and scared. I had no goal other than to make it to the next day. In all honesty, I expected to die any time. I never thought a few loaves of burnt bread would end up saving my life and that of my brother and sisters. Going into that dumpster turned out to be the best decision that I ever made." She paused, running her eyes over the gathered assembly. "That sounds like an awful thing to say, doesn't it? I was in a dumpster digging for scraps so that my family could have food. Instead, a cop found me. That action resulted directly in my being able to stand here today.

Because of that, I met my best friend. She supported me. She helped me. She stuck by me when most people would have just walked away. She didn't. Through her, I met the people I now call my parents. They gave me a home. They gave my brother and sisters a home. I have extended aunts and uncles who took care of me, stood behind me, and gave me every opportunity I could ever wish for. They gave me a chance at a life and I took it. It hasn't always been easy. We've had our share of fights and arguments. I've been grounded more than I care to admit." Chuckles ran through the audience at this little piece of candor. "But despite that, I knew that I was loved. I knew that no matter what we were a family. This school and this graduating class have also been like a second home and family to me. You also took me in, supported me, and made me feel like I belong. For that, I thank you. To the teachers, thank you for challenging me and teaching me. To Dr. Aurelius, thank you for believing in me and giving me the space and time I needed to find my place here. To my classmates, congratulations on your achievements. You should be proud of everything that you have accomplished. But always remember to keep your eyes open for opportunity. When it knocks, open the door and embrace it with everything that you have. You never know which one might be the one that will change your whole life. Thank you."

She smiled shyly and picked up her cards then made her way back to her seat. She looked around shocked as the entire assembly rose to their feet, applauding loudly. Prim's whoop was the loudest of all. She could hear Uncle Gale and Uncle Finnick's wolf whistles over the thunderous ovation. She gave a tiny wave in acknowledgement of the tumult and hurriedly found her seat. Feeling a tug on her hair, she turned and blushed again as her eyes met Chaff's.

"You did good," he whispered gruffly.

"Thanks," she muttered back. She faced forward and felt her cheeks burning again. She caught a teasing look from Prim and frowned. Prim just rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the stage.

The commencement went swiftly and all too soon Dr. Aurelius was reading his closing remarks. Rue bounded to her feet with the rest of the class, slipped her tassel off her cap and sent it skyward with the rest when the final good-byes were spoken. She hooked an arm through Prim's and laughed giddily as the realization set in that high school was now officially a thing of her past. "College here we come," She shrieked gaily. Prim echoed her laughter. They cut through the crowd, nodding to acquaintances and finally caught sight of a familiar group.

Katniss climbed slowly to her feet and opened her arms. Rue went first, arms tightening but leaning around the protruding belly. She placed a kiss on the woman's cheek and then turned into Peeta's waiting embrace. "You did good, sweetie," he commented as he patted her back. "I'm proud of you." Rue felt tears well up at the simple compliment. He released her and pulled Prim into the same crushing hug. "I'm proud of you too, Primrose. "

Prim wrinkled her nose at the use of her formal name. She laughed and swatted him playfully then extricated herself from his encircling hold. She turned to her sister-in-law and kissed her cheek even as her hand settled carefully Katniss' bulging stomach. "How are you feeling? Should you be on your feet?" She questioned worriedly. "Peeta should get you home where you can be comfortable."

Katniss heaved a disgusted sigh. "Will you please stop acting like a mother hen? I'm perfectly capable of taking myself home if I need to go. I feel fine. You know I couldn't miss this." She folded her arms as best as she could, given the constraints of her expanded girth. "Besides, I'll stay off my feet during the party tonight. For heaven's sake, I'm not going to break. I'm just having a baby. Women do it every day."

Prim and Rue exchanged an exasperated glance. They were well aware of Katniss' stubborn streak. Pregnancy had made it much more apt to show up at the worst times. Peeta was the only one who could get her to listen to reason. Rue couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped when he turned at her peevish announcement and raised a questioning brow. She huffed in annoyance but grudgingly sat down. Sometimes, those two were more fun to watch than cable.

Katniss, nevertheless, reached out and grasped Rue's hand tightly. "Are you sure that you want to do this today?" She questioned. "You should enjoy yourself. You have plenty of time to take care of other things." Her gaze swung to a point just beyond Rue's shoulder and a mischievous smile quirked her mouth. "Besides, it looks like Chaff is going to be able to make it. I know you don't want to miss that."

Rue followed her glance and felt a blush redden her face yet again. Chaff stood, uncomfortably twisting his diploma as he watched Peeta and Gale's attempts to corral Thresh and Gale's daughter Posy. Eight year old Thresh was giggling hysterically as three year old Posy toddled after him giggling madly. Gale finally caught an overall strap and hauled Posy to him, using the strap for leverage. Peeta caught a collar and arm and used them to reel Thresh in. He shot the boy a stern look when Thresh attempted to twist free. Any threat value was promptly wasted as he locked the boy in a headlock and scrubbed his knuckles against the top of Thresh's head. Chaff threw Rue an amused glance, only to squash it quickly as Peeta's blue gaze turned toward him. Katniss giggled as she watched Chaff's eyes drop into an interested study of his shoes as Peeta continued to look at him steadily. Peeta flicked a teasing glance at Rue and winked at his wife before marching Thresh back to Sae.

"I need to do this today. Besides, Finnick is going with me. I won't be alone." She smiled as she tentatively touched Katniss' belly. "Don't fuss. I don't want Ryder to think his big sister is chicken."

Katniss smiled back, "Trust me, sweetheart. Ryder will think you are one of the bravest people that he knows." Her gaze slid sideways again and she commented archly. "Anyway, everybody knows that Gale is the biggest chicken there is. You couldn't possibly beat him, Rue. He's award winning."

Gale grouchily returned, "I heard that, Catnip."

She laughed, "It would have been pointless if you hadn't, Gale." She grinned at Rue then sent Finnick a threatening glare. "You will stay with her every minute and make sure that she gets home in time. This party is for her and Prim. She needs to be there."

Finnick solemnly crossed his heart and vowed, "I won't let her out of my sight. You have my word. We will take care of this as swiftly as possible and then come straight back for the party. Stop worrying. You're in a delicate condition. You should take better care of yourself."

Katniss' eyes narrowed and she purred, "See that you do, Finnick. And you can cut the comments while you're at it. I still have those Neptune pictures. I'm sure that Annie would be very interested to learn about her boyfriend's prior courtship habits." His face lost all color and his eyes widened considerably. Seeing this, Katniss remarked in satisfied tones. "Maybe not then. If you're sure, Finnick, then you two had better scoot. The party starts at six pm. It's already 4:30pm. Rue, we will see you at the house. You'll do fine." Rue gave her one final hug and laughed as Finnick stomped off muttering under his breath. She trailed after him, wondering again at this strange family she had acquired.

. . . . .

Daniel Cato sat nervously in the visitor's room as he waited for his company to appear. Expecting Finnick Odair, his jaw dropped when a slight, brown haired girl eased into the room. He frowned as he tried to remember where he had seen her before. It wasn't until her doe brown eyes met his that Daniel felt recognition spark. Nerves sent a bitter surge into the back of his throat. He dropped his eyes to the table and breathed until he felt calm seep slowly back. What was she doing here? What did she want?

She took the seat across from him; her brown eyes steady on his face. She sat calmly, ankles neatly crossed and hands resting comfortably on the table top. Her eyes stayed firmly on his face as she waited for him to acknowledge her presence beyond silent regard. Finally, he gave in and asked, "What are you doing here? What do you want?"

She regarded him silently for several minutes and let a smile briefly touch her mouth. "I understand that you're getting out in a few months. Congratulations." He nodded briefly and her lips quirked again before she spoke. "I have a proposition to offer you, Mr. Cade. I hope that you will hear me out before you turn me down." Her smile widened. "Finnick Odair said that you would be hard to convince but I assured him that you would listen. Will you listen or will you prove Finnick right?"

Daniel felt a smile cross his own features. He had to give her credit, the girl had guts. He shrugged, "I've got nothing better to do. Sure, I'll listen. I wouldn't give Finnick the satisfaction of thinking he's right. He's bad enough already."

Rue snorted in amusement. "Yes, he is bad enough. Thanks for giving me a chance." She cleared her throat and met his eyes squarely. "I start university in the fall. My major is behavioral science and psychology. I'm setting up a study which will look at kids and how their exposure to traumatic situations in early life affects their choices in the future. That's why bad behavior is self-propagating. I've designed a questionnaire with Finnick's help. I filled one out myself. Finnick did one too. I would like for you to take part as well." Her voice took on a new eagerness as she warmed to her subject. "I've been doing an internship with Finnick and Annie Cresta. They let me review some case files, including yours. I thought about setting up an informal speaking series through Better Way to speak to kids about what happened to me. Primrose Mellark has agreed to do one. Finnick is going to discuss some of what he went through. We thought that it would be great if you would take part too. Hearing from you and Finnick both would show both sides so well. I don't mean to push but it would really be great if you would consider it."

He looked at her in disbelief. The very idea was absurd. After everything that he had done, including being directly responsible for most of what had happened to this girl; she was sitting here asking for his help. "Are you serious? You want my help after everything I put you through. You must be as crazy as Finnick."

Rue shook her head. "I know what you did to me. I was there if you'll remember. To answer your question, yes I do want your help very much. I think that we can do a lot of good. I'm giving you a chance to give back some of the help that you've taken advantage of. You could help turn some kids around."

Daniel felt shame burn its way into his cheeks. She had just bluntly kicked aside any prior ideals he had harbored about her and the purpose of her visit. He hesitated briefly and then answered, "I don't think I could do that. It was hard enough living up to the agreement that I made with Finnick. I don't know if I could do what you want me to do." He shrugged uncomfortably. "For what it's worth, I am sorry for what I did to you. That doesn't change it or excuse it, but I am sorry."

Rue bit her lip and eyed the man thoughtfully. "It's worth a lot, Mr. Cade. Thank you for that. Since we're being honest, you should know that I was asked to speak to your probation board. "

He looked at her surprised. "I suppose that you're disappointed that they are letting me out then." He commented quietly.

"No, I'm not disappointed. I asked them to release you." His shocked expression won another giggle from her. "I know that you would have killed me if things hadn't worked out like they did. The minute I walked out that door, I signed my own death warrant. I accepted that. But I had to take the chance for my family." She examined her hands then continued quietly. "That decision led me to Better Way, which in turn led me to you. I don't regret it. I had to go through that to get to where I am now, Mr. Cade. I have a good home, friends, and I'm going to school to hopefully train for a job I love. I get to do that because somebody gave me the opportunity. That's why I told them to let you go. You need a chance too. I figured that if you got it, then you would be more open to helping me out now." She climbed to her feet. "You don't have to answer right away. I don't go to school for a few months. I would like an answer by then but I won't push you. Just think it over, okay?" She smiled and walked toward the door. "Good luck, Mr. Cade."

She had pulled the door open when his voice stopped her, "Rue, wait." She turned back and looked at him questioningly. "I'll do the questionnaire. I won't make any promises about the other thing. I appreciate the offer, but I don't know if I could do it."

She smiled and it lit up her whole face. "Well, I didn't expect that much." She answered. "Thank you for that. Just let Finnick know once you've made up your mind. He's the staff member for Better Way who is helping me get everything set up." She pushed the door open again, and then turned back again. "Never be afraid to go through an open door, Mr. Cade. You never know what might be waiting for you on the other side." She gave him one more tentative smile and slipped through the door closing it softly behind her.

He stared thoughtfully at the door for several minutes after she left, her parting words ringing in his head. Strange girl, he thought to himself. She reminded him of Finnick.

. .

Rue met Finnick in the guard area just outside the visitor's room. She asked, "Are you ready to go? We've got a long night ahead of us."

Finnick dropped a careless arm around the girl's shoulders. "I'm ready when you are, short stuff. What do you think? Did he go for it?"

Rue shrugged, "He's hard to read but I definitely think that he is considering it. What do you think?"

Finnick grinned. "I think that we'd better go now or we're going to be late for your party. If that happens then Katniss will kill me."

Rue giggled, "She will be mad but Peeta will give her a cheese bun. That usually settles her down."

Finnick laughed, "Cheese buns, huh? So that is his big secret? Does it really work?"

It was Rue's turn to laugh and she tilted one shoulder. "We're Mellarks, Finnick. Baked goods fix everything or haven't you heard."

"Now that you mention it, I do remember this one time that he brought her pastries to the office." Finnick commented. The story continued and the resulting laughter floated freely into the warm summer air. The birds went silent as the merriment swirled around them. One by one, they whistled trying in vain to match the pure, crystalline perfection of the notes.

This contest went unnoticed by the mirth filled pair who continued on their way and disappeared into the hazy afternoon light.