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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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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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?"

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

"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.

"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.

"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.

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.

"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.

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

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"

"I don't know," he growled. Peeta winced as he relaxed again, "Tell me why you want me dead."

She never told him though. It would always be a mystery. She wanted him dead because she'd gone crazy with power. Or because she hated him. Or...he didn't know. He never knew. His mind circled making his head spin and him groan lowly.

"I don't. Peeta, we rescued you. We just lost good men saving you."

Which she had insisted on. Good men, and a hovercraft. Things they couldn't spare. It was too late for guilt.

"Don't lie to me!"

He couldn't keep control. Everytime he thought he had the anger pinned down it boiled over again, "You've wanted me dead since the beginning!"

The confusion was clear on her face.

How could he still have this much venom in him?

"Peeta. Listen to me. You were stung by tracker jackers again. That's why nothing makes sense. But I am not your enemy."

"You're lying again! You've done it before!"

The confusion didn't matter to him. He'd seen what she'd done. To District 12. To his family and friends. To the other districts not alligned with her cause.

"If you want to kill me, don't play games...Please Katniss."

"I don't want to kill you." She said, kneeling down in front of him.

Something was wrong. Deeply wrong. It wasn't just a few stings.

"Peeta. Please, listen to me. We are lost, in the woods. We were shot down after rescuing you. Do you understand?"

"No!" It was honest. He was completely confused. Last he'd remembered, he'd been locked in that tiny cell, his cruel doctor mocking him about something, "I don't..understand any of it!"

Now she wasn't sure what to do.

She remembered being stung. How nothing made sense, and everything slipped away too quickly, or too slowly, and your mind went everywhere.

"You have to trust me. For our safety. Peeta, I've never hurt you."

"You've...You've said that before. And you lied," A thousand different memories flashed through his mind as he started to shake. A bit of poison in his meals in the cave. Katniss raising the nightlock to his lips. Nights tangled together under the covers on the train. Her arrow trained on his heart.

"Lied so many times..."

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omg I figured out what's wrong with sarah.

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