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It all happened so fast.

She had been curled up in the back of the plane, watching Peeta sleep. Not sleep really. But she could pretend he was asleep.

The images she had seen...she couldn't get them out of her mind. She was glad that they had put her and Peeta into a seperate hoover craft. Away from Gale, and conversations she didn't want to have.

About how bad that place was.

About the fact that Peeta had been down there. And Johanna. And Annie. And who knew how many other people they hadn't been able to rescue. Cinna? Effie? Portia?

Being alone to watch Peeta in his unconscious state was about the only thing that saved her. Because when she woke up after the huge flash of light and deafening sound that exploded out of nowhere, the back end of the hovercraft was upside down, and some distance away from what remained of the front end.

Which was not much.

She sat up, body aching and head spinning. It took a moment to orient herself, and might have taken longer if her mind hadn't lighted on one thought.

Peeta.

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And just as she pulls them away, he clamps down, jaw clenched. He's not swallowing the pill though, and he's fighting with himself. He coughs and sputters, body rejecting his attempts to accept death. His body flails and the pill falls out of his mouth, a frustrated cry coming out with it.

Oh crap.

She stumbled forward, trying to grab the pill. Sure they'll need as many of them as they can get.

This might be the last bit of pain pills they ever see in their life, for all she knows.

"Peeta, don't waste it!"

"You tried to kill me!" He shouted at her, blue eyes wild and frantic, "Let me go!"

"It's a pain killer Peeta. That's all."

She held it up.

"Do you want me to take it? We have a few more." And she had enough pain.

"Get away from me!" The thrashing started again, flexing, arching and curling. His mind was lost to pain and shiny things. And Katniss Everdeen was the shiniest of them all.

Well, shit, this wasn't going well.

"Fine. Suffer." She spat, sticking the pain killer back in it's bottle. She wasn't going to waste it on him.

"Fine!" He spits out, trying to right himself from the creek bed. His nails dig into his, drawing a bit of blood from how tight his fists are*

She can't just let him struggle like that.

Reaching down, she holds out her hand, steeling herself in case he just tried to pull her down with him.

He doesn't take her hand, unable to with the rope around him still. Gradually he works himself up, eyes dark as he stares at her in fear and anger. He's silent as he stares at her, sitting in the water.

This is pathetic. And heart breaking.

And not very restful. But they needed to get moving.

"Let's go."

He doesn't move, eyes still trained on her. He strains against the rope, trying to loosen it. He has to get away from her. Or kill her. Either one would do. After all, everything began and ended with Katniss.

Her patience was wearing thin.

"Dammit Peeta. Half the capitol wants to kill us. I don't know what the hell is wrong with you but you better figure it out."

She jerked forward on the rope, wanting to move. Wanting to get out of here before they were found.

He winces, not moving from his spot in the water, "You'll have to drag my corpse like you dragged my brother's corpse."

His head twitches and his eyes seem to lose focus, twitching to look at several things in front of him that are clearly not there.

What?

That didn't make any sense. And strangely her brain caught on the fact that his brother's didn't have corpses. There was nothing left at the bakery.

But she didn't think saying that would help the situation.

"Peeta, I wasn't even in 2 when it burned."

"Liar!" This time he tries to stand, but immediately falls to his knees again, glaring up at her, so far gone in his own head. Her eyes glowed red...her bow pointed at him. And he could do nothing because his body refused to move correctly.

She pulled on the rope, not wanting to sit here and argue with him. Loudly. When they didn't know where thy were and who else was out there.

"We're moving. Come on. Now."

Hopefully she could boss him into it.

His anger was fueling him now, and as she pulled up and forward, he used the momentum to charge at her, eyes full of madness.

"No!"

Oh shit.

She tried to get out of the way, but she was not expecting it. The sudden difference between pulling with all her weight, and then suddenly having him coming straight as her threw her off balance.

She went down into the muddy dirt on the creek bed with a grunt, and braced herself for Peeta to make contact.

He was on top of her in an instant, arms still tied down so there was nothing he could. Or at least he felt like there wasn't anything he could. So he just started down at her, eyes watching, making sure she wasn't going anywhere.

She grunted as his weight landed on her, glaring back up at him.

"Peeta, what the hell are you doing?" She gasped out, trying to struggled out from under him. Her hands came up, pushing at his shoulders, trying to get free.

He didn't budge, his body trembling. His world spun oddly in front of his eyes oddly. This always happened. Every time. The hallucinations. His shoulders relax as his whole upper body begins to sway. The venom had taken hold of him now. And there was nothing to do, but wait for release.

She felt his body start to soften, start to go limp on top of hers, and let out a frustrated cry. Without him struggling against her he some how managed to be heavier.

She wasn't sure if she could knock him off.

He went limp on top of her, body falling forward. He twitched occasionally lying on top of her, but he made no move to get off of her.

Really?

Sh let out a huff, her head falling back onto the mossy ground to star at the bits of blue that would appear and vanish in the shifting leaves above them.

The forest was quite. But she could hear birds, animals. Hopefully that was a good sign.

Finally she braced herself, making a shove to try to roll his weight off of her.

And he rolled off of her, completely limp. His body still twitched as the nightmare like hallucinations over took his every sense.

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this is like the worst sex ever

whoops everyone's gotta practice sometime right?

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