Title: Unequivocal Blue Eyes

Setting: Post Catching Fire. Mockingjay is intangible (kind of).

Summary: What if after the Quarter Quell Katniss was so hurt she had to undergo surgery and replace her heart? The thing is; no one wants to give up their heart. Except, well, the baker's boy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hunger Games. If I did I would have had a huge tribute dedicated to Finnick, Cinna, and Prim. Lk:Dkjfaklsdj. Hahaha.

Author's Note: Hi. Here's my second story of THG. No flames, last time I accepted flames I left the FF community. No way am I letting that happen again. I'm sensitive, judge me. But if I say anything wrong, feel free to correct me because I didn't really do in depth reading of Mockingjay like I did The Hunger Games and Catching Fire. Mockingjay wasn't the best in my opinion. :/ Ask questions that leave you puzzled. Twists and turns included. First couple of chapters are Everlark fluff. You've been warned.


I can hear it. The rolling of the wheels. The screaming of the doctors. I can hear Dr. Aurelius, "Hurry hurry! We have to check her heart and fast." I can hear the monitors beeping and feel tubes hooking up to my body, but I have no control over myself.

"Her left ventricle, it's not flowing oxygen out. And that's the most important chamber." A surgeon says. I think his name is Dr. Varcili. "It's no use. She's a goner."

There's a small pause of everyone around my hospital bed mourning over me. I could feel their bodies radiating to me. Katniss Everdeen, the Girl on Fire, is going to be gone. The surgeon, Dr. Varcili, says quietly, "How long do you think she has until her whole heart shuts down?" He sighs. "I'm judging at most three weeks."

Dr. Aurelius sighs too. "I'll go run some tests. I'll be back." I hear footsteps eventually disappearing. About 30 minutes later, in dead silence, the footsteps come back. "Varcili, you were right. Three weeks is all she has. Unless someone would be willing to give up their heart for her."

No one would give up their heart for me. Nobody, not one. I think to myself.

Dr. Varcili states, "Should we wake her?" I could feel his hands on my forehead, feeling if I have a fever.

"No, that'll just startle her. We'll just wait until she wakes herself. She needs rest anyway." Dr. Aurelius along with a lot of other footsteps walk out of the room.


I wake up; my whole body is under my control now. I look around the room. Utter white and beige on the walls. I look at my arms hooked up to machines. I see a clipboard, and grasp it; careful not to unhook any devices.

Diagnosis: UNKNOWN DISEASE. LEFT VENTRICLE FAILURE.

Treatment: FIND A HEART DONOR

Comments: HAVE GUARDIAN MAKE SURE HEARTBEAT REMAINS STEADY AND CONSTANT. IRREGULAR HEART RATE IS PERILOUS IN CURRENT CONDITION. POSSIBLE VOLCIAC ATTACK

You would expect the treatment to be antibiotics, or at least medication, but no; it's to find a heart donor. I could hear somebody walking close to my room as I quickly place the clipboard back on the nightstand, lie back down, and stare at the ceiling. It's Haymitch. I was expecting Peeta, but I guess it was nice to see a familiar face.

"Oh, look who's awake." Haymitch sits on the comforter located next to the door. He takes a small plastic cup of water. It's the first time I've seen him not consume liquor.

"Where's Peeta?" I ask. It even shocks me that I didn't ask for Gale or even Prim for that matter.

Haymitch looks down and swirls his water in his plastic cup by moving it back and forth.

I ask again with more assertion and aggression in my voice. "Where's Peeta?"

"He was taken by the Capitol." He stares in my face with a blank expression on it.

"What?" is all I manage to get out.

"He's in the other hovercraft with Enobaria and Johanna. You were captured by a different hovercraft with Finnick and Beetee."

I thought since Haymitch used the term 'captured' for me as well, Peeta was fine too. Wrong. "So he's okay?"

"Not exactly," Haymitch states. "The one Peeta was captured in is headed to the Capitol. We're headed for District 13. And, well, Peeta isn't… Per say in a good hovercraft right now."

My eyes widen at the news. "Peeta…" I silently whisper. I ask Haymitch, "What else happened while I was out?"

"Well, sweetheart, I'll put this in the nicest way possible. Aurelius and Varcili said-"

"I have three weeks to live. I know. I heard." Haymitch is baffled at how I know this information. "I couldn't see or move, but I heard them."
Haymitch mutters under his breath something incoherent.

"What?" I ask.

"A Volciac attack," Haymitch says.

I've heard of a Volciac attack before. My dad saw someone die of it on TV, but I never knew what it was. "What's that?"

"A Volciac attack is what you just experienced. Except it can be fatal. It's not just your average faint spell or subtle paralysis. My father died from it." His voice softens, but then returns back to its stern tone. "It feels like everything is fine, but slowly your heart and brain begin to shut down. There is no cure. Just to hope. You're lucky you have the ability to think right now." Haymitch grunts and leaves the room. Before he leaves, he stands by the doorpost and says, "We'll be landing in District 13 soon. Just a heads up," Then he leaves in silence.

A Volciac attack… I could die anytime soon. How come Dr. Aurelius or Dr. Varcili were unsure if the attack was true or not? How come Haymitch knew? Aurelius and Varcili are the doctors, shouldn't they know? All I know is that I just want Peeta by my side to take away the nightmares. Great, I think. I'm about as dead as nightlock can make you.

I lay on my right side and grip the sheets; paranoia is sinking into my skin. What are they doing to Peeta? Holding him hostage? Whipping him until he reveals information he doesn't even know? Putting him on trial? Hanging him like they did Seneca Crane? Suddenly I hear a voice that stops my pessimistic thoughts. It's Haymitch again. I wish it were Cinna or Gale. Haymitch has been on my nerves since day one, and the next time I hear his voice instead of somebody else, I'll make him an Avox myself. "We've landed sweetheart,"

"Where's Cinna?"

Haymitch takes a long sip of his hardcore liquor. Uh oh, this can't be good. "Cinna was executed. Right when you stepped foot in that arena he was put into interrogation. And-" Haymitch takes his index finger and slides it across his throat making a sound effect along with it.

Cinna's dead? I run my fingers through my hair. Cinna, one of my first and closest friends ever since I came here. He was more than a stylist. He was my hope before I considered going insane. He cared about me.

I realize the wires and tubes are unhooked, but I feel faint. I can blame this all on my left ventricle not doing its job. Haymitch and I walk out of the hovercraft, and while Haymitch goes searching District 13 above ground, I go underground. This district has been underground the entire time. I stop at the cafeteria, because I'm starving. I see Greasy Sae working behind the countertops, serving some stew. It's not lamb stew, but I'll take anything. I look around for anybody I know, and I see Delly Cartwright. I'll pass. I sit alone. Eventually Prim, my mom, and Gale sit next to me. As I'm sipping the stew, I heart the doors opening as the whole room goes silent. "Why is everybody so quiet?" I whisper to Gale. Gale does nothing but point to the door. I turn and see a stumbling boy with blonde locks and piercing blue eyes. His arm is around Haymitch for support and his face is extremely cut up. He's groaning and his free hand is across his ribcage as he limps. I look down and his good leg is the artificial leg. Oh my God, it's Peeta. The boy with the bread. He's here. What is he doing here?


So that was the first chapter! I wrote the second chapter, but I wasn't sure if anybody would like this story. I usually finish the stories before I post them, but what's the point of finishing them if nobody will read them? Post a review telling me if I should continue or not. No flames.

I usually post questions for my reviewers to answer after the chapter is finished.

Question!: What is your favorite moment between Katniss and Peeta out of all of the three books?

My answer: It's so hard to pick one! So I'm going to cheat a little and post my favorite scenes from all the books. ;)

The Hunger Games: Out of the corner of my eye I see Peeta extend his hand. I look at him, unsure. "One more time? For the audience?" he says. His voice isn't angry. It's hollow which is worse. Already I see the boy with the bread slipping away from me.
I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the moment when I will finally have to let go.

UGH THE FEELS. THE EVERLARK FEELS.

Catching Fire: "I don't know. I don't think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror," he says.
"You should wake me," I say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me down.
"It's not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you," he says. "I'm okay once I realize you're here."

THIS WAS SO HARD TO PICK. IT WAS BETWEEN THIS OR THE ONE WHEN KATNISS SAYS SHE NEEDS PEETA AND I JUST CAN'T I'M SORRY-

Mockingjay:"I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me." His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs."

"You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real."

OKAY YOU GUYS HAVE TO ADMIT THOSE TWO ARE LIKE THE BESTEST SO DON'T BLAME ME OK.

Leave your answers! One special moment or one from each book! I'd love to see your answers. :)

-thedandelions