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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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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.

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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.

this is like the worst sex ever

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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.

whoops everyone's gotta practice sometime right?

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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.

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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.

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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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Once she wasn't being crushed under his weight, her sympathy kicked back in. And guilt for treating him so roughly.

They weren't going to be going anywhere soon, so hopefully the Capitol wouldn't find them.

Lifting his head up, she gently brought it into her lap, soothing his hair.

"Easy, Peeta...easy."

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His eyes are closed, but it's obvious he's not sleeping. Or not well. Visions plague him while he slept and nightmares blurred the lines between real and not real. He squirmed and thrashed occasionally, but always managed to calm down after a few moments.

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Dusk was falling. They wouldn't be getting much farther today, even if he woke up right now.

And she didn't think that would be happening.

She wanted to go scout for a safe place for them tonight. And dinner. But she didn't trust leaving him here alone. He might be gone, and if he wasn't, she didn't want to leave him a sitting duck.

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Eventually, Peeta settled completely. Beyond a shift and a moan, he appeared to finally be out. On his forearm, there was a large, familiar welt; a wet caused by tracker jacker venom.

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She frowned, lifting up the arm and studying the mark.

How? How had he been stung, without her noticing?

Still, it made sense. All his behavior began to come together. She had been out...a long time. Waiting for him to wake up wasn't an option.

Sighing, Katniss stood, gripping him under the arms and working her way back into the under brush with him. It wasn't much but it'd be something.

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Once under the bush, he began to wake up, moaning in agony. Everything was a blur. Being dragged through the halls, gun shots, the hovercraft, the crash--

Katniss.

He tensed. Had she been real? His breaths quickened in panic and he began to shake. He couldn't move, all of his limbs feeling too heavy. He was going to die here.

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She had left him tied down, hidden in the bushes while she went to hunt, and not was close by to hear him moving. The creek kept everything too wet to starts a fire, and she had moved up the bank to cook the small, surprisingly plump woodland creatures she'd managed to snag them.

She had also managed to find some of Rue's leaves, chewing them and pasting them to any marks of tracker jackers she could find.

Moving down, slowly, quietly, she watched him.

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He shifted, trying to break free of his bindings, but it was no use. He was too weak; from lack of sleep, starvation...everything. He relaxed unwillingly and opened his eyes, staring at the sky.

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When it was clear he wasn't going to be lunging at her, she slipped down the bang, a small pile of meat and berries wrapped up in the leaves she had found.

"Hey, you, hungry?" She asked, staying a bit back.

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Peeta didn't respond, staring unblinking at the sky. He was trying to pretend she wasn't there; another figment of his imagination like the hallucinations in his cell. His mind was clearing though. It meant this was very very real. And he was terrified.

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"Fine then."

She let out a huff of breath, before moving to crouch down in front of him, and picking a piece of meat from the leaves.

"Please, eat Peeta. I don't..." Her voice dropped, catching unexpectedly. "What's wrong with you?"

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"It's...It's poisoned," he whispered, shaking a bit.

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"What? Peeta, it's not...why would you think that?"

She sat back, the meat still held between her fingers. it would be easy enough to prove he was wrong, but she was dumbstruck that he would even think so.

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"You know why!" He snapped, eyes darting towards her. Lies. Everything Katniss Everdeen says are lies. He couldn't forget that not now not ever.

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"No, I don't know why! If I knew why I wouldn't have asked!"

Her worry was turning into anger. Anger was easier to deal with. She held the meat up to punctuate her point, glistening between them.

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He struggled again, but was unable to right himself, "You're...You're trying to kill me!"

His fist tightened, nails biting into his skin. There were flashes. Of pleasant things. A cave. A moment in a garden. Those were the lies. They had to be.

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"I'm not trying to kill you I'm trying to save you. Just...eat."

And she shoved the piece of meat against his lips.

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His teeth clenched shut as he struggled more to get away from her. He wouldn't let her win this...he couldn't.

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Finally, she let out a huff, and sat back, before bringing the food to her own lips. In a moment it vanished behind her teeth.

"See? No poison. Peeta, why in the hell would I ever try to poison you"