Reyna crawled into bed next to Finnick that night. He didn't ask any questions, just raised his arm up so she could scoot closer to his chest. No words were needed; it was the night before they went back into the Games. Nightmares feasted on the fear in their minds, the terror that memories of that hellish arena brought to the surface.

She didn't sleep well, if at all. His presence helped, it really did. But the more nights she spent like this, in his arms, the harder it was becoming to face the reality that they would be sent back to the Games.

He couldn't stop thinking about what could've happened, what–if he was honest with himself–he had wished for for a very long time. The only thing that kept him from tossing and turning was the knowledge that it would disrupt what little sleep Reyna was getting.

Lily, Pearl, Adam and Mags gave them both a teary farewell before they were to leave for the arena. "It'll be warm, by the looks of your equipment. Tropical. Fresh water should be your first concern, then finding away to avoid sunburn. Okay?"

The two Tributes nodded, saying their farewells. It all had a note of finality.

Reyna and Finnick were saying goodbye. If, for some reason, one of them died in the beginning, it would be best they said farewell to each other. She hugged him tightly, her arms around his neck and his around her waist. He was whispering something, a promise to keep them both safe. It was dulled in her ears, like they were stuffed with cotton. All she wanted was to stay like this.

Eventually two Peacekeepers came in to escort them away. She started to pull back, hesitant. Finnick caught her wrist as she was turning away, pulling her back to him. His lips were suddenly exactly where they should be, on hers. Cool and soothing, like water on a hot day.

He pulled back slowly, giving her a grin. "I've wanted to do that for a while, you know."

One of the guards was reluctant to pull them apart, but the other yanked Reyna back away from him. She cried out, kicking at the guard, the realization of what lay ahead finally hitting her.

And then she was on the platform, rising into the blinding sun and the blue sky. The smell of salt hit her, instantly bringing out nostalgia for District 4, memories with her family and friends.

She was standing on her plate, surrounded by water. There were twenty-three other plates arranged around the Cornucopia, holding her enemies. She could see Johanna, Katniss, Wiress, and Finnick. Beetee and Peeta were on the other side of the Horn.

Then the gong went off and she dove in the water, cutting through the waves easily. This was something she had done all her life. It was natural.

Reyna and Finnick were, of course, the first to reach the middle. She tossed him a trident, which he caught easily before giving her a belt of throwing knives. She grabbed two swords and strapped them across her back, turning around and ducking just in time to avoid decapitation.

The Tribute pressed his attack, forcing Reyna to step towards the side of the Cornucopia. She was pinned against the metal, which actually burned and steamed where it touched her back.

She slammed her forehead into his nose, making him stumble back. He fell to the ground a second later, an arc of crimson splattering against the metal side, where it sizzled and evaporated. A cannon boomed above them. The bloodbath was still going on, though for now there was a momentary lapse in the fighting.

Finnick suddenly dove into the water, swimming out to one of the platforms. Katniss was shouting, obviously wanting to jump in herself but knowing that he had a better chance than she did. Reyna ran over to Katniss, starting to tug off her gear. The District 12 girl grabbed her arm, holding her back. "He'll be fine. He will." She said, her grip tightening to an almost painful level. Reyna wasn't sure if she was talking out Finnick or Peeta. She also wasn't sure if it really mattered.

Her blood froze as another cannon rang out, Finnick's name about to fly past her lips in a panicked scream. He suddenly burst to the surface, dragging Peeta with him. The two women hauled Peeta up and started to run for the tree line.

Once they were in the jungle, Katniss gave Peeta a few knives, and Reyna gave Finnick the extra tridents she had managed to grab. Then they were distancing themselves from the middle of the arena, as much as they could.

Thirst was the first problem. Her throat felt dry and scratchy, like she had swallowed sand. Soon they would start to tire, she knew, and that would slow them all down.

Hunger was also an issue. She and Katniss were picking up nuts from the ground, and thank goodness Reyna had the sense to take that flora and fauna course at the Training Center, because otherwise they would've been slightly screwed.

She was nibbling on a few of these edible plants, next to Peeta, hacking her sword through the shrubs when it happened.

Peeta had raised his machete to slash through a few vines when suddenly Katniss screamed his name. He was already in motion, though, and Reyna realized the danger too late to stop him. A pop and a bright burst of sparks later, Peeta was on the ground, awfully still.

Katniss screamed his name again, dropping her bow and rushing over to him. Finnick, who had shouted at Reyna to move just before it happened, dropped his tridents and hurried over to the other male Tribute, starting to perform CPR.

Quick presses to the chest, then trying to give air. Repeat. "Come on. Come on. Come on, Peeta!" Finnick urged. He must've tried ten times, and still there was nothing. He stepped back, letting Katniss cry for her lost 'husband.'

He was just wondering why the cannon hadn't gone off yet when Peeta's eyes flew open, his lungs taking in a rattling breath.  Finnick stepped back from the two, letting them talk.

"Oh my God." Katniss breathed out, lip wobbling.

"Be careful, there's a force field out there." Peeta said, closing his eyes wth a dry smile.

Katniss kissed him softly, a few salty tears hitting his cheeks. "You were dead. Your heart stopped." She croaked out, hand shaking against his neck.

"It's okay. It's working now." He said softly, trying for a reassuring look.

"Do you wanna stand up?"

"Yeah." He replied, wincing a little as she helped him up.

Finnick sighed, picking up his tridents. That had scared him more than he would ever say. Panic started to creep up on him again as he realized why something seemed off.

Where was Reyna?

A/N: Hello my lovely readers and welcome. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please vote/comment if you feel the slightest inclination to do so. Merry Christmas/whatever holiday you celebrate during the winter!!!!!! Think of this as my present to you wonderful, amazing people. Also, I was thinking about writing a Doctor Who or Assassin's Creed IV Black Flag story. Thoughts?