I'm still unable to update Gone With The Wind, so I thought I'd write this instead. :) Chapter One is if Clove won, Chapter Two is if Cato won and Chapter Three is if they both won. :) They're all songfics, and I don't own The Hunger Games.

You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley.

You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold.

Clove stood knee-deep in a field of barley just outside District Two's boundary. Cato always insisted it was gold, not the dead colour that Clove had always believed it to be. Now, stood alone with the breeze lifting her clothes slightly, she remembered the countless times she and Cato had walked this trail. It started in the wooded area near the square and took them up over a small mountain, into the field and back in the wooded area. They had walked the trail every week from when Clove was thirteen and Cato was fourteen. The field had always been Cato's favourite part. He had said it was like they were walking in fields of gold.

So she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields of barley.

In his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields of gold.

The field had been the place of their first kiss. It had been the place of what they thought would be their last, just after Clove told him she was volunteering at seventeen, a year early, in the Reaping that had taken place later that day. She cursed herself silently for volunteering just before Cato was reaped. If she hadn't volunteered, the Games would have gone differently. Cato could have won.

Will you stay with me, will you be my love among the fields of barley?

We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we lie in fields of gold.

See the west wind move like a lover so upon the fields of barley.

Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth among the fields of gold.

Clove made her way into the centre of the field. A baby oak tree was fenced off, the barley around it cut short. There was about two metres space between the tree and the fencing. Clove stared down at the ground surrounding the tree, wishing more than ever that it was her buried there and not him.

I never made promises lightly and there have been some that I've broken,

But I swear in the days still left we'll walk in fields of gold.

We'll walk in fields of gold.

"We'll do it again, you know." She whispered quietly, so only Cato could hear. The breeze picked up slightly. To Clove, it was a sign that he was listening. He had had a good heart. He had taken lives, but he had also saved them. His spirit would be somewhere up in the sky now.

"We'll walk in these fields again. I promise. You'll still be young and maybe I'll be old and weak but you never cared what I looked like, did you? You said you loved my fighting spirit. You loved my determinedness. You loved my calm expression that nobody could ever see past except you. You loved me and I loved you too. I miss you so, so much." Clove couldn't stop the tear that slid down her cheek. When there was one there was always more with Clove, and eventually the tears she had been holding back since Cato sacrificed himself flooded her face. Her body shook with sobs and she rested her head against the fence. As soon as he had been Reaped, Cato had made plans to never return to District Two. He would never come back to the fields of gold he loved so much.

Many years have passed since those summer days among the fields of barley.

See the children run as the sun goes down among the fields of gold.

You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley.

You can tell the sun in his jealous sky when we walked in fields of gold,

When we walked in fields of gold, when we walked in fields of gold

After two decades, the baby oak tree had grown tall. It was comforting for Clove to watch its leaves swaying gently in the breeze that came from the west, perfectly in time with the barley. Clove leaned back against the old fence. It almost fell down three years ago, but Clove made her brother-in-law fix it. He couldn't deny her request. Nobody could ever deny Clove anything when it came to Cato.

"Cute, aren't they?" She asked, smiling and gesturing to her two year old niece and four year old nephew playing together as the sun went down.

"The boy's middle name is Cato. I chose it myself. I…I couldn't bring myself to bring them here when I visited every day before. They remind me of a future we never had, Cato. A future I wanted so badly." Clove said, absentmindedly running her thumb over the gold plaque. It read:

'Cato Ludwig. Friend, brother, son and lover. He will never be forgotten. In our hearts he will remain forever.'

Clove had chosen what it would say. She had helped Cato's brother make it and she had been the one to finally nail it into place.

"The boy's name is Ryan Cato Johnson. The girl's is Amelia Clove Johnson." Clove turned to look down at the marked patch where Cato's coffin lay underground.

"I hope they find a best friend they can fall in love with, just like I did. I hope they never have to go into the games. But you know what I hope most of all?" Clove dropped her voice to a whisper.

"I hope they get to keep their loved one. I hope they don't have to wonder every single day what it would be like if that person were still alive." She leaned even closer, her nose an inch away from the plaque.

"I hope they don't find love, only to lose it two years later. Because that feeling is the single most heart-breaking thing in the world. I still love you, Cato. I always will."

Song was Fields of Gold, the Eva Cassidy version. :)