I turn in my sleep uncomfortably trying to find my way out of the nightmare. I find myself back in the Capitol. Snow grips my hands tightly causing me to squirm.

"Dear Katniss, I thought we agreed not to lie to each other." He leans in suddenly shifting, turning into Spencer.

"I'll get you, girl on fire," She snaps. I try to get free of the restraints. "Do it again and I'll get lover boy," I look to my right expecting Johanna but instead I see Peeta.

"No!" I yell, she draws back laughing.

"Katniss." Peeta's voice is strong and calm next to me, it shouldn't be through. Not in his condition.

"Katniss!" My eyes snap open and I sit up quickly. I look at Peeta who's looking at me worried.

"You're okay." I say and wrap my arms around him hiding my face against his neck. his strong steady arms wrap firmly around me.

"Of course I am," He whispers calmly. I pull back and look at him.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you." He shakes his head pulling me closer.

"No, Katniss. It's okay." I shake my head opening my mouth to object but he stops me with a kiss. "It's okay," he says as he pulls back. He lays back down pulling me with him, his arms tight around me. I bury my face against his neck closing my eyes again. When I wake up Peeta is gone. I walk to the bathroom sleepily and find a note taped to the mirror. I pull it off a smile already forming on my lips.

"Katniss, I left for the bakery already. I didn't want to wake you after your nightmare last night. I'll see you soon. I love you beautiful. Always. - Peeta"

I set the note down. I get dressed in a blue shirt and dark jeans before I go to PrimRue's room. I pick her up gently carrying her downstairs. As soon as I reach the bottom of the stairs the doorbell rings. I spin turning towards the door.

"Hold on," I say loudly and take PrimRue into the living room setting her in her play pin carefully. "Coming!" I yell and make my way back to the door. When I open it, I don't find a person as I had been expecting, but a long skinny golden box. I look at in confusion and pick it up. I take a glance down the street not finding anyone. I shrug and walk back into the house. I carry the box into the living room and I sit down on the couch. PrimRue watches me, her big blue eyes full of curiosity. I pull the top off the box gasping and dropping the box completely when I see it's contents. My hands go to my mouth and I could tell they were shaking.

"Oh my God." I could still see the white from the rose from the corner of my eye. A single white rose. Spencer was sending me a clear message, she knew my weakness and she would get me. Her words echo in my mind.

"I'll get you girl on fire." I kick the box across the room as I get up. PrimRue continues to stare at me. I run to the phone dialing Haymitch's number. It felt like deja vu. Just like after the first games, he was the one I ran to for help.

"Hello." Effie's voice is enthusiastic as usual.

"Effie." My voice comes out shaky so I clear my throat and try again. "Can you come watch PrimRue for me? I need to talk to Haymitch." There's a slight pause. She was probably wondering if had a problem.

"Of course!" She trills. I murmur a "Thank you" and wait for her to come over. When I hear a knock on the door I kiss PrimRue's head and dash out the door.

"Thank you, Effie." I say as I run across the street. Haymitch opens the door just as I reach the porch.

"What's up, sweetheart?" He may have stopped drinking but his sarcastic and bitter tone remained.

"I have a problem." He nods and waves for me to come in. "Snow's granddaughter sent me a white rose." he looks at me as if he's unsure what the problem is, then I remember the white rose means nothing to anyone except me. "President Snow used to send me them to send me messages. Before I was hijacked." Suddenly understanding crosses his face. He shakes his head.

'Damn it. I thought this was over." His words send fear through me and my hands start shaking. He grabs the phone calling someone. "We need you over here. Now." He demands into the phone and hangs up. Something told me he called Peeta. This was too much like old times. I sit down gripping the arms of the chair fighting the nightmares that threaten to rage through my mind. My name's Katniss Mellark. I'm married and completely in love with Peeta Mellark. We have a daughter named PrimRue Mellark. Panem's peaceful now. Snow is dead. But Spencer hates me. Just as I get a slight grip on myself Peeta walks in.

"What's going on?" he asks and pulls me into his arms when he notices I'm barley holding on to my sanity. "Katniss what's wrong?" he asks running his fingers through my hair trying to help calm me down.

"She received a white rose from Spencer." I could feel Peeta tense, he knew what that meant. There was nothing I didn't tell him.

'Where's PrimRue?" He asks his arms tightening protectively around me. "

With Effie." He nods and kisses my forehead.

"We should've seen this coming." Haymitch says and Peeta and I nod in agreement.

"Yeah, but what do we do about it?" I ask. My eyes go to Peeta's face afraid of something happening to him or PrimRue.

"We have a whole country on our side. Let's just relax and see if she tries anything." Haymitch says smoothly.

"I'm not letting her touch Katniss or PrimRue. If she tries something..." Peeta trails off unsure.

"Peeta, it's not guaranteed she will. She knows it's risky." My head is spinning trying to make sense of things. I thought we were done with this, but it doesn't end.

"This whole thing just spins and feeds on itself. Snow making us kill each other. We kill Snow. Now Spencer wants me dead, and you can bet half the country wants her dead. This death cycle just doesn't stop." I say pulling away from Peeta and rubbing my head.

"Well, if that's what it comes to, we'll have her tried." Peeta shake his head rejecting Haymitch's idea.

"No, I'm not waiting for something to happen to Katniss." Peeta argue.

"Peeta, we can't just do something to the girl without proof." They continue arguing causing my head to spin even more. My hijacking was effecting me. Eventually I just black out. I wake up my head throbbing.

"Are you okay?" Peeta pulls me into his arms. I look around to see he must have carried me home.

"Not really." I admit. He kisses my temple sighing slightly. "It'll be okay, Katniss." He promises. I nod burying my face in his chest. "How did we end up straight back where we started?" I say, his arms tightening around me.

"I don't know, but I promise we'll get through this. We've been through two games, your hijacking, and a rebellion. We'll get through this." I pull my head away from his chest and kiss him softly.

"You're right." I say and give a smile.

"I love you." he whispers smiling back.

"I love you too." I say. Peeta was right we could get through this, but how many times can this repeat itself before we lose? I didn't know, but I wouldn't go down without a fight.