I wake in a hurry, the sudden alertness causes me to gasp loudly. I sit up straight looking around the room, only to find Peeta dressing quickly. "Hurry!" He says. "Get dressed there's something want you to see."

I groan, but throw the plush covers off of me and begin to dress. I throw on a low necked shirt with a scarf, sure it may not be cold but it will hide the marks Peeta has made.

Once in done dressing he grabs my hand and pulls me out of the door. He drags me through the winding streets behind him, our pace is fast. Suddenly he stops short and I run into his back. I bend over with my hands on my knees trying to catch my stolen breath. I'm breathing so hard I don't have time to hear the commotion going on in my ears.

I look up to find men and women lined up wearing brightly colored outfits. They each play instruments and march in place. Their music fills my ears as I hold onto Peeta and he wraps his arm around me. He points to one of the instruments. "I used to know how to play that." He says into my hair. I smile thinking about something besides me bringing him happiness.  Maybe I should get him his instrument for his birthday? It's not too far away.

"What's it called?" I ask.

"A saxophone." He replies not taking his eyes off the player.

I can by his eyes he misses it. Misses being able to play, and make up his own songs and tunes. Misses being a free spirt and misses his cake decorating.

I sigh and continue watching him watch the band. I take his wrist and look at his digital watch. It's only eight o'clock. I stand there like a wife and wait for him to finish watching the band. When he's finally done he takes me into a coffee shop. "Look." He points to the menu. "They have fancy coffee drinks here, you can get them flavored differently."

"I want caramel." I smile.

"Alright, caramel lattè for m'lady." He smirks to the man behind the cash register. "And I'll have the French vanilla cappochino." He nods.

The man smiles and rings up out total, if this were back in district twelve they wouldn't have charged us. But they were hit hard here in district four. All of their power at one time or another was shut off, their ports were closed. No supplies in, no supplies out. They couldn't get any imports or food. They relied off the sea for food, and for their water. But they were as much to blame for their down-hill destruction as I was. They also rebelled, they wanted to fight also.

We pay our fee and then walk from the Resturant, the warm liquid warming my hands and throat as I drink it. It's so much better than a regular coffee. I sigh looking up at the district. It's so beautiful.

As I'm not looking where I'm going, and looking at the district I run into someone. My hot coffee spills down my front, and I fall to the ground. "Oh my, I'm sorry miss." The voice says.

In still recovering from the burning feeling of my clothes when I look up. "Finnick?" I breath.

He looks down at me with those beautiful sea green eyes, his dirty blonde hair spiked upward on his head. "Your alive?" I ask. He extends a hand to help me stand.

"I'm sorry I-"

Someone taps my shoulder, Peeta. "Are you okay?" He asks. I look back to the man, who know is not Finnick.

"I'm sorry I-uh." I stutter.

"It's okay." He smiles. "Finnick was my brother."

"Oh." I smile. He slips a hand in his pocket and pops a sugar cube in his mouth. "These used to be our thing." He says holding one up to my face. "Would you like one?" He asks politely.

"Yes, thank you." I breath as I take the cube into my mouth. It's that moment that makes me wish I would have said he's to Finnick's initial acts of kindness. Or asked him to be my ally from the beginning. It's moments like this that make me miss him the most.

"He's in a better place now." His brother assures me. "He died protecting you, doing what he thought was right." He says.

"But he had a wife, and an unborn son!" I say looking at the semi-crowded streets.

"He had a son?" He asks his face showing obvious shock.

"Yeah, his name's Finn."

"Well where do they live?" He presses.

"The victors village of district twelve." I say, Peeta squeezes my hand and that's when I feel how numbingly cold it is. I nod.

"Would you like to have dinner with us.." I watch Peeta start trying to subtly ask his name.

"You can call me Fisher."  He nods extending a hand to Peeta. "And yes, I'd love to have dinner with you.." He nods smiling. "Where are you staying?"

"Here." Peeta opens his wallet showing him our temporary address. The slip telling of the Right Arm's number falls to the ground and I scramble to catch it. But Fisher does first.

"What's this?" He asks with anger.

"We can speak of it later." Peeta says with sudden seriousness. "Dinner at six?"

"Six thirty okay? I'm always a bit late."

"Of course, see you later then." I smile. We walk from each other me periodically looking to Peeta's face. "What do you think of him?" I ask in a hushed tone as we enter the house.

"I think I don't fully believe him."

"Believe what? That he's his brother." He nods as he shuts the door behind me.

"How ironic is it that just two days after finding out of Right Arm we meet this guy who claims to be his brother. When he sees the words right arm he gets angry all of a sudden?" He says. "I don't believe it." He shakes his head.

"We've never really had the best of luck." I tell him stripping off my wet clothes and throwing them in the bathtub. "Stranger things have happened." I shrug.

"But what are the odds?" He asks.

"I don't know." I shake my head. "I'll tell you what, we'll have dinner with the guy. If anything seems suspicious I'll call them and ask if they know anything." I say.

"Yeah, okay."

***

Later At Dinner.

I sit down in between the two men. Fisher on my right side, Peeta on my left; leaving the dear across from me open. I push the collard greens around on my table hoping the clicking of my fork on the plate will lessen the awkward silence. "So, that number today in your wallet?" Fisher says breaking the silence.

"What about it?" Peeta asks.

"I believe I've seen it before, can I see it again?" He asks.

"It's a close family member's, they have some pretty terminal cancer. We just found out and I don't think they want me giving out their number to random strangers." Peeta lies perfectly, too perfectly.

"A personal house phone area code isn't a 762 number." Fisher says balling his hands on the table cloth.

"It's her hospital room, she's bed ridden and it's the only way we can contact her."I tell him. He looks at me suspiciously.

"I think your lying."   He scowls. "I think your with the right arm."

I look to Peeta, he takes my hand underneath the table. After a few seconds of silence he pounds on the table. "TELL THE TRUTH." I jump from his sudden anger.

"What's the right arm?" I ask.

"Isn't that a charity from the dark day?" I want to cheer, and Peeta's ability to lie perfectly when it's needed. "Because I think I watched a documentary about it back before our wedding. Do you remember it?"

"Was that one before or after the zebra one?" I ask.

"Before I think." I smile.

"Yeah! Yeah, I do remember that!" I slowly look back to Fisher. He stands pushing off the table.  

"Thank you for dinner." He grumbles before letting himself out.

Peeta looks at me.

"Call Andler."

**

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