Song of the chapter; "We could be Heros" by Alesso.

I press my hand into his greasy head of hair and kiss him harder. I never thought I'd get to do this again, get to see him again, or hear his voice, or touch his warm skin. I never thought I'd get to have a happy life again, but now I can. 

"Come on sweetheart, Rye's waiting outside the door. We're gonna take you home." I say with a warm smile.

He nods. I let to of his hand and walk towards the door. He groans like he wants to talk, bur reaches for my hand. I turn to see why I need to wait, only to discover he didn't want to let go of my hand.

I push open the door with my free hand, and I'm greeted to the smiling faces of Rye and Maggon. No words are exchanged between the two brothers, just a short hug and a nod. I'm guessing it's awkward on Rye's end, but he had to see it coming if I knew Peeta was alive. I'd never want to be with anyone besides him. I shouldn't have played him like that I'll agree, but I thought my soul mate was dead; who would blame me for feeling a bit lonely and depressed.

"Let's go." I say quickly. All three of us would sprint if Peeta wasn't here; but given his current physical stature I don't believe he'd be too quick or agile on his feet.

Beckman is waiting in Ractor's office, and I look around. "I need to see Hans." I demand.

"And why is that?" Ractor asks with an arrogant smirk. "For more, I don't know, favors." I gulp. "You thought i'd never know, that your little secret would be safe from Peeta."

Before I can respond, I calmly sit Peeta down in a chair across from Ractor. He slumps back in the large plush chair, but doesn't release my hand.

"Everyone in this god damned room knows about that, hell four months ago Peeta suggested it." I say with a dry chuckle.

"What do you want Everdeen?" He asks angrily.

"If anyone asks, Peeta Mellark died here, on May tenth at three thirty - seven in the morning" I explain. "You'll put that in your official documents and then you'll let myself and Peeta leave, no questions asked."

He leans forward on the desk. "Should I be negotiating with the cop in the room?" He asks amused.

Beckman clears his throat. "If anyone asks, Peeta Mellark died here, on May tenth at three thirty - seven in the morning. You will put that in your official documents and let us leave immediately." Beckman repeats my exact words. "Is, that, clear?" He speaks slowly.

"completely." Ractor rushes to change the paperwork, and Beckman nods to me.

"Why don't you three get to the train and get settled, we can handle things here." He says with a short nod and tip of his hat.

"Are you sure?" I ask placing a hand on my stomach, I don't try it, it's just a habit anymore.

"Go on darlin'." He smiles.

I nod, and help Peeta stand. Maggon stops me. "Take care of him, yeah?"

I smile. "Of course." He looks at me like he wants to ask something. "Do you want to leave with us? You can come on our train, then get to wherever your going." He's limping badly, and I stop him once in the dark hallway. "Peeta can you walk?" I ask. He shakes his head no. I look to Rye, who nods and lifts him with ease.

We was him into the train, Rye takes him into the only bedroom. I make my way into the kitchen, and place random pieces of food onto a plate. Rye stalks in behind me, and I sigh setting down the food. "Your not mad are you?" I ask quietly avoiding his eyes.

"I knew from the minuet they told you he was alive I was hopeless." He says. "But to answer your question, no I am not mad."

"I just don't want things to be awkward between you and me or Peeta and you." I say.

"It'll be fine Katniss." He assures me.

"Okay." I sigh and hug him for a second; it's just long enough for him to place a lingering kiss on my head. I retract from him, and take the expensive plate into my hands. "I'm gonna go feed him then I'll give him a bath, I'll be there if you need me."

"I'm probably gonna sleep in one of the bedrooms. So you know where to find me." I nod, collect my plate and walk from the room.

I find Peeta at the dresser, slowly taking each thing into his hands and looking at it inches from his face. I set down the plate, and undo my locket showing it to him. "You gave this to me on the beach in the quarter quell, do you remember Peeta?"

He takes it, examining it, his large fingers pick at it to get it open, so I do it for him. "I wore it ever since you've given it to me. And did you find the pearl?" I ask, he nods abruptly and points to it on the dresser. "I thought about getting that strung on a necklace that way it'd be harder to lose." He smiles at the idea.  "Can you talk?" I whisper touching his arm.

He shakes his head, and mouths I'm sorry.

"Peeta you can talk to me." I say fighting back the impending tears.  "I'm not gonna hurt you, you know that. I just want to help you get better." I wipe my tears, and shake my head. "Sit down, do you want to eat."

I watch as he gobbles up the rich food, the thought doesn't hit me till he's vomiting onto the floor. "I'm sorry baby, i forgot all that rich food makes you sick. I'm sorry." He looks at me with sad eyes then shrugs. "I'll go make you some toast."

He stops me, pointing to the bathroom. "do you need to go?" I ask. He shakes his head and smiles. "Do you want a bath first?" He nods his head quickly, I wipe his mouth and help him to the bathroom.

I strip him down to just his underwear, his clothes are so dirty and nasty they stick to his  body like Velcro. I run a bath, and paranoid I turn to make sure he hasn't mutted and decided to drown me.

I add soap, and check to make sure the water is warm. "Okay, ready?" I ask, and he nods slowly.

I help him stand, peel off his underwear, and then ease him into the tub. I take a large cup and dump it over his head, he shakes his head startled. "It's okay" I assure him.

I start on his shoulder, and scrub so hard, the dirt falls off in pieces. I scrub until I find basically a new layer of skin. His skin is pink and raw, I wash the dirt from his hair next.

"There baby, your done." I smile and help him up from the tub. I drape a towel around his waist, and run a towel through his damp hair. "Look, all clean." I smile. We stare at each other for a long time, and finally I touch his newly cleaned cheek. "Why won't you talk to me?" I ask softly. "Peeta I love you, it's killing me to see you like this." 

He looks at me with sad eyes, and then points to the bedroom. "Let's get you changed, how bout it sweet boy?" I suggest with a calm voice and smile.

I pull on a knit sweater, and a pair of soft sweat pants. "Come on, do you want to sleep?" I ask, he nods and I help him into bed. He lays there stick still, I wrap his arms around me like he used to do in district twelve, like in the quell. "Just sleep okay?"

He nods, then looks up at me, he touches my lips softly with his finger tips. Then almost blindly, he guides his lips to mine with his finger tips. I kiss him softly, not wanting to overwhelm his already crazed mind. The scars on his temples are fading, the once dark purple bruises are now a softer red color. His lips are chapped, his skin is rough,  but he's still my Peeta. The one who held me all these years, and loved me, the one who was hijacked and tortured, and then tortured again just to save me. The one who would do anything for me, the one who would die just to keep me alive.

His lips leave mine, and suddenly I'm cold, like I'm missing something. So I kiss him again, steadier this time, but longer. I smile into the kiss, and touch his cheek, and his hand rests on my distended stomach. "That's our baby."  I whisper. "It's four and a half months old right now, I don't know if it's a boy or a girl yet, but I'm sure we could figure it out sooner or later, would you like that?" I ask softly.

He nods. "Peeta can you talk to me? Please I just need to hear your voice." I beg.

He looks at me unsure. Then shakes his head slowly. "Peeta please, please, I need to hear your voice." I beg starting to cry.

"Katniss ..." His voice is barely above a hushed whisper.

"Stay with me ... ?" I whisper.

"Always."

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I carefully stand from the bed and scurry into the main compartment of the fast moving train. Beckman, his partner, and Rye sit at a table, all of them digging into a rectangular dish filled with some kind of casserole. Rye sees me first, standing to touch my arm, his eyes full of concern. "How is he?"

"Scared ... Won't talk, confused." I answer.

"Anything strange?" Beckman asks. I sit down at the table, and pile some of the food onto my plate.

"It's like he's forgotten everything.." I start, then take a bite of the casserole. It's an egg dish, spinach and ham cubes scattered through it. "He's like a child, he doesn't know or remember virtually anything."

"Yes." His partner speaks up. "Unfortunately that is a side effect from the electro shock therapy." I sigh, and take another bite of the egg dish, letting the taste melt in my mouth.

I hear his muffled scream. "KATNISS."

I stand quickly rushing back to the bedroom to find the blankets thrown on the floor and him slumped on his knees next to the large post bed. "Peeta." I breath. He looks up at me, his eyes huge and he crawls to me grasping onto my legs. "What happened?" I ask frantically.

"You left.." He hoarsely whispers.

I bend down, and put my hands on his warm, tear soaked cheeks. "No baby, I didn't leave, I'd never leave. Okay? I love you."

"I love you." He presses his lips to mine, and that night: I hold him in my arms.

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Hey guys kinda short chapter, I know but idk when I'll be able to post because I'm going to Motorama. It's a really cool racing thing, but just for motorcycles (hence the name) it's a lot of fun and I get paid well.

OH & GUYS GUESS WHAT?!

What?

CLAUDIA TRAISAC'S MOM FOLLOWED ME ON INSTAGRAM WHAT WHAT.

Xoxo Kylee.
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