A/N: Hey! I'm still working on my other stories, but I thought I'd go a little OOC for myself! :) I love the Hunger Games with a FREAKING BURNING PASSION it hurts! This is like Post-Catching Fire, Pre-Mockingjay. So, it's my own idea! Basically, Katniss, before Peeta, was taken by Snow, and no one, not even herself, knows-or in her case, remembers-what happened. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games
For you, Lauren!
I look around the room, and it seems familiar, but I can't really recall when I'd ever been here. I don't even recognize the man kneeling on the floor in front of me who claims he knows me. He claims I know him too, but that he has no idea what's wrong with me. "Do you know who I am?" he asks. He has the horrible stench of alcohol on his breath, but I don't cringe. I just shake my head, and he sighs. "Do you know who you are?" he asks, hope in his eyes.
I shake my head.
This time he gets up from his spot in front of me on the floor, and walks around the room. "You," he begins, "are Katniss Everdeen. You're seventeen... you won the Hunger Games with Peeta Mellark. To the world, you're supposed to love him," he says, and the list goes on, but I'm not fully paying attention. I'm trying to remember. "Who are you?" I ask after a moment. "Haymitch Abernathy, sweetheart," he says. Something in me stirs, an idea flashes, but it's gone quickly as the word "sweetheart" comes out.
I watch the door open, and in pops a face I'm sure should be familiar, but I don't feel anything. He has bright blue eyes and blonde hair. He has a perfect jaw that makes me stare longer than I probably should be. He looks like a friendly man. "How is she?" he asks Haymitch. Haymitch mumbles something I can't quite catch, but the other man jerks his head slightly. "Mind if I talk with her?" he asks. Haymitch leaves the room, grabbing a bottle of wine I hadn't noticed before. "Who are you?" I ask, trying desperately to remember anything.
He looks a bit disappointed but says, "Peeta." I feel another "idea," if that's the word, flash through me, but it's gone quickly. "Peeta Mellark," I say slowly. He smiles a bit and nods. "You remember?" he asks, kneeling in front of me. "No... but Haymitch mentioned you. He said we're in love?" I ask. I see him struggling with an internal battle. But I don't understand why. "Well, we're supposed to be," he says slowly. "I don't know what you mean," I reply. "It's a long story, Katniss," he says, rubbing my arm. "Will you tell me?" I ask. "Maybe later. I don't think you can handle it all right now," he says.
I feel a pang of anger at his words, but I don't say anything.
"Anything small I should know about?" I ask Peeta. He looks about ready to tell me more, but the door opens again, and suddenly Peeta's not in front of me anymore, but another man. He has dark hair, and luring eyes. I stare at his face a moment, and he seems more familiar than Haymitch or Peeta. "Catnip?" he asks. I look over at Peeta for help, but he doesn't say anything. He just watches this othe man closely. I open my mouth to say something, but I'm quickly pulled into the man's strong arms, and a feeling of safety comes over me.
"I don't know who you are," I say sadly, looking at the floor. "It's me; Gale," he says. "Gale Hawthorne," I say quietly. I feel the mood in the room shift a bit, and Gale says, "You remember me."
It's not a question. It's a statement.
I see Peeta leave the room. He doesn't seem angry... but he doesn't look happy. Disappointed maybe? "Do you remember anything else, Catnip?" Gale asks me, clearly not worried about the state Peeta's in. "Nothing no one's told me," I reply. "Maybe you can help me?" I say.
"Sure," Gale says. And I listen closely.
It's just around dinner time, when Gale and I are called into the dining room. Gale had already showed me around, what was apparently, my Victor's Home. I'm seated between my little sister Prim and my mother. They all watch me occasionally, and I try to ignore it, but it bugs me. The only person, I notice, who's eyes have never let my face are Peeta's. He seems to be studing me almost, and I try my hardest not to look his way.
Prim pulls on my sleeve, and I look at her. "Do you remember anything now?" she asks. I've grown tired of the question, but Prim's so innocent and curious, that I don't mind. "I remember Buttercup," I say lightly. Her face glows, and so does mine. Her smile is so amazing. "What was that, sweetheart?" Haymitch calls from across the table. "I said I remember Buttercup," I say back. "Is that it," Gale asks, next to Haymitch. I feel my patience snap and I stand up. "I just can't remember everything, okay? So don't push it! When I remember, I'll tell you!" I cry, leaving the room.
I hear somebody's chair scrape the floor, but I don't turn around. I don't feel like talking anymore. As I make to slam my door, someone's arm holds it open, and I feel like screaming that they're stronger. "Go away, please," I say tiredly. "Can we talk, please? Just a minute?"
I sigh in defeat, let him in, and shut the door. "What happened?" he asks. "I'm just tired of people asking me if I remember! I don't!" I yell, sitting on my bed. He takes a seat beside me, and rubs my arm. As his calloused hands touch my scarred arm, I feel something.
*He abandoned any pretense of even being my friend. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck before he can order me to do push-ups or something. Instead he pulls me in close and buries his face in my hair. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. It feels so good, so impossibly good, that I know I will not be the first to let go.
I gasp, and he removes his hand from arm as though he'd hurt me. He waits for me to yell or something, but I just say, "You kissed me..." He seems confused for a moment, but says, "What are you..." "When I couldn't sleep... and we were I think, watching Old Hunger Games," I say. His face brightens as I recall that time. "That's all?" he asks. I nod. "For now..."
After a little while of just sitting and talking, Peeta gets up and makes for the door, but I grab his sleeve. "Stay with me?" He searches my face, but after a moment, he nods his head.
He helps me to my feet and brings me to the bed, where we lie down. He wraps his arms around my middle and burries his face in my neck. I get small shivers down my spine again, but his even breathing puts me to sleep quickly.
A/N: So? :D You like? I actually loved writing this! So maybe I won't just write Titanic! :D Anyway, reviews are welcome! More to come!