But, You're Dead? [Clovniss]

Epilogue

Two months later

Katniss stands in front of the polished headstone, hands buried in the pockets of her jacket. A bundle of freshly flowers are nestled in the crook of her arm, picked just this morning after Katniss had visited the hospital to spend time with all the patients. She visits every day, and normally spends hours talking to them while Mrs Everdeen works. Her eyes have reddened from recent tears, a few stubborn ones clinging to her jaw.

"I'm going to the Capitol today, for a few days. Maybe more. Depends on how it goes, I guess." She shakes her head with a laugh, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. Her eyes wander to the newest headstones, the still fresh soil covering simple coffins. "They finally tracked down everyone who put out a hit on me. Everything's finally settled. Now all I can think of is the people dead because of me. Good and bad people. Like you; all dead because of my actions."

She drops her head as someone walks slowly towards her, snow crunching under heavy boots. The archer fumbles with a ribbon tied around the stems of the flowers, waiting for the newcomer to speak.

"We all made our own decisions, Everdeen." A rough voice says, an undoubtedly painful rasp following the words. "And not everyone died. The stubborn survived and all that, including me."

Katniss huffs a laugh, lifting her head with a wide smile. "My mother is the only reason you survived, Hunter."

Hunter's survival was a welcome relief to Katniss, and she heard at the hospital that the teenager had nearly given her mother a heart attack, turning up on her doorstep with a dead body and nearly bleeding out before help arrived. A piece of shrapnel lodged in Hunter's chest had stopped the bullet after Clove shot her, all part of a risky plan to lure the mercenaries into a trap. She had killed the assassin sent after Mrs Everdeen, the Christopher boy who was supposed to gain her trust.

"Well, you ain't wrong." Hunter cracks a smile, running a hand through her hair. "At least the plan worked and we managed to keep you and your mother safe."

"Thank you for that." Katniss avoids Hunter's eyes as she takes the bundle of flowers from her arm and gently lays it on the grave. She brushes some of the snow of the marble before she steps back, nodding her head.

"Who is it?"

"Someone who died helping me get out of the warehouse. They dug me out after I blew the whole place." A new voice answers, the pair turning to see a tired looking Clove standing behind them. "Jax never made it out, died just before we could. Still don't know why they decided to help me. Bullet wouldn't explain why either."

"I think Bullet's still pissed with you, knives. You're the reason they only have one eye." Hunter notes, gesturing to her own eye. "And you did nearly torture them to death. For information you already knew."

The pair start arguing as Katniss shakes her head, hearing them trot after her as she leaves the graveyard. Bullet's survival was a big shock, one that Clove honestly didn't expect. Maze, her temporary hostage, had managed to get them to a hospital in the nick of time. Not soon enough to save their eye, unfortunately.

"You still haven't told her about how many of us actually survived the Games!"

Katniss stops in her tracks and she slowly turns to glare at the suddenly silent pair, eyebrow arched with disapproval. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that so you can explain yourself. And Clove, unless you want to sleep on the couch for at least a month, it better be you. Now, lets go, we have a train to catch."

It was time to say a proper goodbye to Prim, and Katniss decided that the memorial in front of the President's mansion would be the perfect place to do so. She could interrogate her knife thrower and Hunter on the train too, she still had plenty of questions especially about the Games.

AN: This was actually finished a long time ago, I just couldn't remember my login info. Oops?