I do, I need you. #wattys2016

Tilly and Blain.

After dinner everyone went to bed to rest before we reached the Capitol. When we do, I wake Peeta softly with my lips on his. He pours but stands and even in his tired, sleepy state he takes our bag and leads the way. He is a gentleman even if he's half asleep.

We step from the train and even though the games will be with with their children; they are lined up cheering our names. I clench Peeta's hand hard and we push through the citizens. Someone grabs my hand and I turn and it's a random gray haired man. "Get off." I mutter before pulling from his grasp and walk it after. "We need to hurry Peeta." I tell him.

"Katniss! Are you pregnant!" A reporter screams at me.

"Get away!" I hiss, a thin man in a gray suit ushers us into a series of cars. I get in one with Peeta, Gale, and Cressida. There's only room for three people of us so I sit deep in Peeta's lap. The ride is silent. "I don't want to do this anymore." I hold back the tears as I lean into Peeta's shoulder. He rubs small circles into my back under my shirt.

"For Prim." Cressida places a hand on my shoulder. I take a deep breath when I know she's right. Someone needs punished for her death, but should it be innocent Capitol children?

Yes. Them. They sat for seventy five years watching the games in nice homes, fed well, clean clothes. Watching us die and becoming excited for the games knowing they wouldn't have to be put in them.

We arrive at the tribute center where we'll be staying for the duration of the games. Violet Coin stands before me, she awkwardly walks towards me extending a hand. "This is a great thing your doing, let's put the past behind us." She tells me.

I shake her head. "You put a bounty on my head. I'll never let go of the past." I sneer at her. "But we'll see."

"Good." She smiles. "This way mentors!" She cheers to everyone else.

"Beetee shall be district one. Annie district two-"

"Aren't these all Capitol children?" Gale asks.

"Yes. They are."

"They how are there districts?" He furrows his brows at her.

"We are mimicking districts." She tells us strongly. "Trying to stick as close to regular games as possible." We all nod. "Anyways, Johanna is district three, district four Brutus, Five Cressida, Ennobaria is district six, district seven will be Haymitch, Eight is Gale, then Cressida, Effie is district ten, and Peeta and Katniss are district eleven."

"Ok." Haymitch says.

"I don't want to mentor, I was an escort before the war." She tells Coin proudly.

"I don't care, unless you can find me another victor, your it sweetheart." Violet grins back at her. "But I'm sure Haymitch can give you some pointers."

The living quarters are the same. Except avoxes don't stand waiting to be order around.

"We will send the tributes up now." A voice over the intercom says calmly.

"You can do this." Peeta tells me. "Just have faith."

I nod and kiss him quick through my jacket into the couch. The elevate arrives and two kids step out. No they aren't kids. Coin made it sound as if they'd be fifteen and under, the people in front of me are at least eighteen.

"Line up." Peeta barks. The pair scramble to stand in line. I cross my arms in from of them as Peeta walks around them looking them over. "What's your names?" He asks them roughly.

"I'm Blain Gregs." The boy says. He's tall, taller them Gale. With jet black hair and dark brown eyes, he's skinny though. Not a long of meat on his bones. Looks fast, maybe he can run. Or shoot.