"Hey babe, wake up. They need you in command right away. They've been calling for an hour." Peeta voice rings through my ears as I lay and slowly wake from my great, peaceful dream. "Come on Kat." I can hear the playfulness in his voice, and the big smile on his perfect face.

I rub my eyes, and sit up just a tad before falling back down onto the bed. "Peeta I can't I'm too tired to talk about anything."

"They know Kat, they just need to chat with you about a few things and they don't want to do it here. They said about it but it'll scare some of the patients. Some of them here aren't the most stable."

"Get me ..." I trail off absent mildly pointing to a direction in the room, my eyelids becoming heavier by the second. "Get me my clothes please." I say.

"Where are they?" He asks.

"I don't ... I don't know."

"I'll go to the front desk and see if they have any jumpsuits in your size. Alright?" He asks.

And I nod, eager to get a few more minuets of sleep before I actually have to deal with the real reason I'm here.

I nod off, falling asleep quickly.

But all too soon, before I can even form a decent dream in my mind: Peeta is back to shake me awake. "Come on." He laughs shaking me awake again. "I'm serious Kat, we've got to go."

"Can I sleep when we get done?" I ask him in a low mumble.

"Yes baby." He smiles rousing me from bed quickly and standing me.

He peels off my paper thin gown, and re - dresses me. Because of my tiredness, I don't even think to stop him on account of my quickly hardening stomach.

"Okay let's go." He throws my gown onto the bed, takes my hand, and hurries me down the long hallway.

"What do you think they wanna talk about this time?" I ask him as we enter the hallway to the elevator.

We enter the elevator, and he pressed the button and we zoom up two levels. "Maybe about the propos or what happened in makeup." He replies.

We're alone. I disregard his words and cradle his lips into mine hungrily. We kiss for a long time, before he finally pulls away with a grimace on his face. "Eww!" He shrieks. "You have puke breath! Like it's terrible!" He exclaims like a little girl.

"Oh don't be a baby." I shrug.

"I'm not a baby!" He exclaims. "But your breath smells so damn bad!"

"Well your the one who kissed me." I tease with a smirk. He knows I'm lying so he playfully punches my upper shoulder.

"You kissed me!"

"Yeah, and I'd do it again in a second." I joke placing a kiss on his soft cheek.

Viciously, he tries to rub it off. The doors slide open menacingly. "Okay, play it cool."

I double over laughing. "What?"

"I saw it in a movie one time!" He defends himself. "It sounded cool then."

"Probably not the best time." I say under my breath as we enter the room of strangers who eye us skeptically. I nod to most of them, and then finally sit down across from Henry.

"Hello my dear!" He smiles leaning across the table to kiss my palm. "How are you? I heard you had quiet a tumble earlier?"

"I'm fine, just lightheaded." I answer honestly with a slight smile.

"He been taking care of yah?" He nods briefly to Peeta.

"Yes sir he is." I nod and look at Peeta for a quick second, only to find him smiling right back at me.

"That's good." He says. "So, before we can let you go back and relax we have a few things we'd like to discuss with you guys."

"Okay."

"Have they spoke to you about a fake and temporary on screen love interest?"

I tense up at his words. "Yes."

"And your thoughts on it?" He raises a busy eyebrow.

"I think it's creative...." I trail off.

"Be honest my dear."

"I hate it." I blurt. "I think it's a stupid idea that won't help us at all."

"Good." He grins. "That's out, congrats you get to keep being Katniss's husband." He says to Peeta with a smile.

"Thanks." Peeta mumbles.

"Our next topic, more propos." He starts. "I know you aren't directly a part of this war, but I would like it if you would film some short propos for us. Just talking. How does that sound?" He asks Peeta.

"That'll be fine."

"Good, and you can do them tomorrow while Katniss is away.." He says quietly writing something down on his paper. Peeta and I both exchange a glance.

"Away?" I ask. "where am I going?"

"They didn't tell you?" He asks with a heavy, breathy sigh.

"No?" I ask.

"Well, Andler was suppose to tell you that we have a train coming back in to the nut and we need you to give another speech to the remaining people on the train."

"So your just going to redo all of the events from the previous war?" Peeta asks leaning his forearms onto the table. "Is that how this entire war is gong to go?"

"Well looking at the entirety of the war, I'd say we should do just that. We won the war, why shouldn't we use those ideas again?"

"Because thousands died." I finally speak up.

"That's a risk you have to take with national, and total war." He speaks confidently. He could easily be our nations president after this, with just his speaking alone. But his ideas, they could get a little risqué. "So are you willing to come with us tomorrow?" He asks me.

I look at Peeta, and I can read his eyes quickly and nod. "Yeah, I'll go. But Peeta won't." I say quickly and Henry nods.

"Correct, he'll stay here and shoot propos for us all day."

"Alright, thank you." I wait a few more seconds before I talk again. "So are we done here?" I ask.

"Yes, your hovercraft leaves at nine tomorrow in the morning. All of the info you need will be in your room come morning."

"Thank you." I nod and stand taking Peeta's shoulder into my grasp to urge him to stand before he says something stupid. He's tense under my touch, and I guide him through the hallways. "are you okay?"

"No!" He snaps quickly. "I'm not."

"Why not?"

"Do you remember what happened last time you went to see the nut survivors?" He asks me angrily flinging my hand off his shoulder.

"I got shot ... And lived." I add the last part to be sure that he understands.

"But you still got shot!" He exclaims. "If it wasn't for the bulletproof vest you'd be dead right now!" He shakes me by the shoulders.

"But I'm not!"

"You would be! That's my point!"

"There is no point!" I exclaim. "I won't get hurt, they've fixed the mockingjay suit so there isn't even an inch of space where I can get hurt. I'll be perfectly safe!"

"I want to hear that from them." He says in a low grumble.

"Okay." I finally nod. "Let's go downstairs to the armory. Alright? You can talk to whoever fixed my suit."

"Fine." He mumbles and starts towards the stair well.

I hate that we fight. I want more than anything for us to live this perfect life together. With no fighting, and no stress. I need him right now more than I've ever needed him. I wouldn't and couldn't be doing this without him by my side.

"You love me right?" I ask when we finally reach the bottom of the stairs. He doesn't answer, so I grab his hand pulling him back to me. "Please don't be like this." I coo as I touch his cheek.

"Lets go." He huffs, avoiding my eyes.

"Please." I coo tears welling up in my eyes as I stroke his cheek. My left arm is wrapped around his neck, and the back of my right hand dances across his left cheek. "Don't let them take you from me.." I cry softly.

His pupils dilate. "Always"

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What the poop. Why is no one reading this when the first book gets 8K reads? Whatever's.

Hope y'all enjoyed!

-Kylee