My eyes flutter open, light bursting through the closed curtains and filling the room. My head is on Peeta's chest, his arm around me and his fingers in my hair. I remember falling asleep like this after the party. Sleeping with Peeta had just been a dream. It was all a dream. I raise my head up, starting to get up when I realize the only thing covering me is the blanket, my clothes are gone. A quick glance at the blanket hanging on Peeta's hips tells me he is wearing the same thing, which is absolutely nothing. My eyes flutter open, and the room is bursting with light. This whole thing must be a dream.

"Morning Katniss," Peeta smiles at me, holding me against him, "How are you feeling?"

"I, I feel good, I think." I don't know what this feeling is or how to describe it to him, I feel different. It feels good to be in bed like this with him, it feels right. I had fun last night, and I enjoyed it, everything was good. I feel more drawn to him and closer to him than I did before, but at the same time things feel weird. I didn't imagine my first time would be with Peeta, or on a train during the Victory Tour after winning the Hungers Games. "How are you feeling?" He runs his fingers over my back, tracing down my spine.

"I feel amazing, last night was amazing Katniss. I know it might not feel the same for you bu…" I press my lips onto his, succeeding in shutting him up.

"I enjoyed it too, it was amazing," I look at him, the look on his face too familiar, "I don't regret it."

"Really?"

"Really," I smile at him and sit up, "We better get dressed before Effie comes looking for us, she'll know to check here this time."

"I think clothes might be good, and breakfast." I forgot that he hadn't put anything else on his stomach after the drink from the capital.

"Yeah, everything still okay from that drink?"

"Yeah," He winces at the thought of the event, "If I don't think about it."

I rub his back softly, tracing circles around it. I can't tell if the taste of the drink or the fact that he got sick bothered him the most, but either way I know it was not a pleasant experience, for either of us. He shifts his weight under me, standing up from the bed and helping me to my feet. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me to him again and pressing a soft kiss on my forehead. He pulls on his grey sweatpants from last night and throws on a white shirt from the closet. The shirt hugs his arms and abs the right way, allowing the outline of his muscles to be seen through it. I find my own clothes that had been strung across the floor and slip the on quickly, sitting back down on the bed and taking Peeta's hand.

"Thank you," I don't have to say it, he knows I mean it about more than just last night.

"Of course," He kisses my cheek, "We better be going."

I nod and follow him out of the room and down the hall. As we walk, I notice the door to the command area of the train is slightly open. There are peacekeepers inside, I'm sure they've been on the train the whole time, I just hadn't noticed them before now, they had been staying out of our way. They are reviewing footage on the screen, I recognize the district, District Eight. They people are setting fires, holding up a flag of the Mockingjay pin, a flag of my golden pin. Peacekeepers are fighting them, trying to end what is happening, but the people of the district are fighting back. The peacekeepers inside the command center realize I'm watching and close the door quickly, a lock clicking into place. I realize, this is what Snow meant by uprisings, what he wanted me to pacify in the districts. The districts are still fighting back, I didn't complete the job Snow gave me. No one I love is safe now. As soon as the train arrives in Twelve, we're leaving. Gale, his family, my family, Peeta, and I. We are leaving and going as far away from here as possible.

Peeta and I walk inside the dining car, surprised to find Effie and Haymitch already there, bonding over a buffet of breakfast foods. Haymitch slowly claps as we walk in, earning a disapproving look from Effie. He winks at Peeta and holds his glass up toward us, as if performing a toast to something I must be missing. Peeta and I walk over to join them. I notice the way his nose wrinkles as he looks at the food, as if trying to decide if he should put anything in his system. I walk over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder for comfort before walking over to the table with Haymitch and Effie. Peeta joins us, only a biscuit on his plate, and Haymitch opens his mouth before Effie can stop him.

"Well, I suppose a congratulations is in order for you two! Congratulations you two, on losing you virginity," I feel my face turning a deep red color, like the color appearing on Peeta's face, "I must say sweetheart, you must have given him one hell of a night, I heard him from my room at some odd hours this morning. Sounded like he was rather enjoying himself."

"Haymitch!" Effie scolds him, "We agreed not to bring it up to them."

"Don't get your wig in a twist, I'm just giving them a well-deserved congratulations on their performance." Effie lets out a heavy sigh. I decide to excuse myself, not wanting to be part of anymore of this conversation.

I walk back to my room and lay down. Everything has happened so fast, when I left for the tour, I was making promises to Gale and now, coming home from the tour, I have broken all of those promises and slept with Peeta. A year ago, if I would have had to picture my first time, it would've been with Gale, in some world without Snow, without the games, when we could just be us. Maybe things would've worked out between us if things were different, maybe I could've been different. But in this world, where nothing is different and everything is at stake, things couldn't work between us. Even if I wanted them to, I would always be publicly with Peeta, and that would never be fair for Gale. In this world, there is only Peeta, only our relationship, and I was beginning to be okay with that, beginning to get used to it, and beginning to like it. No matter what I do, Peeta is part of my plan and I will do what it takes to keep him safe as well, just like I do for everyone I love.

The door to my room opens and Peeta walks in. I sit up and look at him, he sits down beside me and pulls me into his arms. He gives me a soft kiss again and takes a breath, as if he is preparing to deliver bad news to me.

"Katniss," he takes my hand, "I saw it too, in District Eight."

"Peeta…"

"Katniss, listen to me. I think we were wrong; we shouldn't have followed Snow's orders and we shouldn't have tried to pacify and distract the districts. It was a mistake, they are fighting back, they're ready to fight back."

"When we get home, pack your things. We are leaving. It isn't safe in Twelve anymore, it isn't safe anywhere in Panem anymore."

"What? Where will we go?"

"I don't know yet. Gale's always had a plan for us to leave," I look away from Peeta, "So we will just follow his plan."

"Are you going to tell him? About what happened? I wouldn't, there's no point in ruining what you have with him."

"Peeta," I realize he's right, I haven't thought about what to say to Gale when he asks about the tour, "Yes. I'm going to tell him."

The day passes quickly, we talk about the plans to leave District Twelve, the subject of Gale not being brought up again throughout any of the conversations. When night falls, Peeta and I get ready for bed together, even grabbing a quick shower together, pressing out bodies against each other more than necessary. We get out, not bother to put our clothes on, instead making our way to the bed, laying beside each other. I expect to feel his hands on my body, or his body pressing against mine, instead I feel him pulling me against him and running his fingers through my hair, much like he does when he tries to comfort me and help me sleep.

"Are you okay with going to sleep?" He asks me, making me worry that he is planning on leaving once I fall asleep.

"Yes, I'm tired. But you'll stay with me right?"

"Of course. I sleep better when I'm with you, less nightmares of my own that way."

"Peeta?"

"Yeah?"

"What are they about? You're nightmares?"

"Mostly," He stops, wrapping his arms around me a little bit tighter and trying to find the right words to say, "Mostly they're about losing you." I look up at Peeta, his eyes meeting mine.

"Peeta, you don't have to worry about that. You're not going to lose me."

The rest of the week passes by quickly, we complete a couple of TV spots for the capital, in regard to our engagement and wedding planning. When we aren't filming, we've been enjoying time with each other and discussing preparations to leave twelve when we arrive. The train slows and then comes to a stop, looking out the window I see my home. Peeta and I walk toward the door of the train, Effie and Haymitch meeting us there. Effie hands me a small bag with a pill inside of it and a note, informing me that Haymitch has told her that Peeta forgot the condom the other night and to take the pill with lots of water. I feel as though the earth is shattering around me, how could we have been so stupid. We forgot one of the most Important things that night, protection. I'm thankful that Effie thought about this. I quickly take the pill and drink a full bottle of water, tossing it into the trashcan as the door opens and Peeta takes my hand.

We walkout of the train together, smiling and waving to everyone waiting and to the cameras. Peeta pulls me tightly into his arms and gives me a quick kiss. I reluctantly pull away from him as the cameras cut off. He squeezes my hand tightly, letting go as we part ways to see our families. I hug my mother and sister, instructing them to pack their stuff, the same way I instructed Peeta. I make my way through the crowd that has gathered at the train station and see Gale standing with a group of miners, intentionally avoiding looking directly toward where Peeta and I had been standing a moment ago. I make my way to him, as quickly as I can without drawing attention to myself, he turns around as he hears me approaching, and I wrap arms tightly around his waist once I make it to him. He doesn't hesitate before wrapping me into a hug as well. I glance back, my eyes meeting Peeta's. He watches Gale and I for a couple of seconds, the same looking he wore our first day on the train returns as he watches us and offers me a small, forced smile, before he turns and leaves the train station.

"I've missed you Catnip," Gale smiles down at me as he holds me in his arms.

"I've miss you too," I hold onto him, "We have to talk." With that we make our way toward the woods, as quickly as we can.