.The Trackjacker & The Mockingjay (Katniss Everdeen X F.OC).

-Questions-

(I know this is technically the wrong book to point this out, but the song I linked... I am sorry, but it is a pure Bera vibe from 'Shark Plushy'; it is truly her mood.)

She... Needs to... Blend in.

Like grab the personality or the most lambda person she knows, be it from real or fake memories, and make it her own... Or I am going to explode...

Deep breath... Fuck, this doesn't seem to be grounding me.

Blood rushed to my ears, and my muscles tensed despite my opposing wishes.

Fuck.

Slamming my hands on the table with the explicit orders to all my little nerves not to dare to let go... I fear what might happen.

"You... Come with." Hissing through gritted teeth, ignoring the awful fireplace singeing my skin to my right, almost taunting me to look at it. 

I still want to remove her to avoid all dangers, but Snow poses a bigger problem... I promise myself dammit... First Snow and then her if she is still in the way of peace or until my memories are proven true or not... Lucky for us, too, no one thought of speaking up.

"Perc--" "Now... Peeta... In private..." Gritting my teeth, feeling the drop of sweat slide passed my brow and down next to my nose, so keenly aware just how close I was.

Finger itching to put an end to this hell as I gripped the table in whitening knuckles... Do... Not... Let go of this table, Percy, or...

Finally, the idiot seemed to gather what was going on and stood up.

"Come on, let's leave in that case." Offering his hand instead of reaching for mine himself.

I didn't care for the flinch of the idiot while grabbing that hand like a lifeline, it was this or around a throat, marching us out, away from the table, and from a Finnick that had not moved since I smacked his lunch away.

I--She only felt like she could breathe once far enough away.

Shaking her hand away with an equally shaky breath, but the glare she threw at Peeta was met with the basic opposite: The same strength she put in her frown, he used to grin calmly. The same tension in her shoulders was his amount of relaxation with a hand on his belt. Her jumpiness was his calmness.

A more normal sigh, both of her hands on her hips as she stood sideways to him, dropping her head back to stare at the ceiling for a moment, a last deep breath before exhaling through a mostly closed mouth, making a pfffft sound before looking at him.

"I've got questions." She declared.

Peeta, of course, had heard the stories, being Katniss' friend, someone close to the girls, from 12, and considered a confidant.

Let's say he had been privy to Katniss' sadness and Haymitch's theories on how Percy's mind kept interchanging personalities and how to try to predict it... So the fact she was unconsciously toying with the white ring was just another reassurance he'd be fine... But he didn't really need it; he was not Katniss, and he hadn't been jumped at in the cafeteria, so he most likely will be fine.

Plus, he'd be willing to risk it.

For some reason, she needed his help as he gathered from those few words, and she had made the effort.

The least he can do is put a little trust in her, no?

"That I could have guessed." He said with a grin. "You were quite convincing with how it took you like... Less than ten steps to drag me out for this private chat."

"Peeta." Her voice had an edge to it... Yeah, he could tell she had changed, but who hadn't? Who was still the stupid little kid? Who hadn't grown up and changed for the worse with Snow looming over them.

"Come on, follow me. I know of a place no one will hear us, I suspect it will be a while, yeah?"

"I just need answers others can't or won't give me."

"I'd say it will take a while... Again, come on, I know a place." Walking around her, careful not to brush up against her even in the narrow corridor. "I won't promise to know all the answers, but I'll do my best to answer your questions."