Tangled in the Great Escape (a clato fan fiction)

I'll be okay, is that what you want me to say?

A/N: So I forgot to put this on the first chapter but I do not own any of the characters (if I did I would be chilling like a villain with them... I'm a freak, sorry I'm not sorry.) anyway I don't even know how to write one of these but yolo. Just kidding. S/O to Suzanne Collins for writing the hunger games and all the other magical books. Like I said before I'm a freak. Lets be friends. So here's chapter two...

-J

"The whispers turn to shouting

The shouting turns to tears

Your tears turn into laughter

And it takes away our fears

So you see, this world doesn't matter to me

I'll give up all I had just to breathe

The same air as you till the day that I die

I can't take my eyes off of you"

-Secondhand Serenade (A Twist in my Story)

At around noon she wakes up to hear the front door open and a pair of heavy feet walk in and drop a bag. "Clover?" he calls out softly and she smiles to herself, but she's staying in bed.

Shortly after she hears heavy steps come up the stairs then down the hallway to the door of their bedroom. He softly turns the doorknob and smiles when he sees the small girl with the long raven hair all wrapped up in the white sheets and white comforter.

He takes off his shoes and jacket and crawls into bed with her. He wraps his arm protectively around her side and she automatically turns over to face him, putting her hands on his chest. He uses the hand that is not under her side to lift her chin to make her look at him then his hand goes back to her other side. She smiles and kisses the tip if his nose with soft, supple lips. "Hey, I missed my Clover." He whispers into her ear then kisses her softly on the cheek.

She looks down again and looks up at him through her long dark eyelashes and says sweetly "I missed you too." He lifts her chin up again and kisses her softly on the lips she returns the kiss.

Cato then asks "Baby, have you been taking your medicine?" She smiles and replies "Yes." He kisses her on the top of her head and says "Thank you. You know I don't like it when you're hurting because you're my lucky clover and I love you."

She smiles with a tear escaping her eye because she feels so guilty for what she did when he left and the three cuts she did not seven hours ago, he hasn't seen them yet but he he will soon enough so she wants to enjoy what she has now before it's gone.

He wipes away the tear as she's thinking this and he asks with his voice full of concern and he's not trying to hide it "Clover? Are you okay, baby?" He puts one hand on her cheek and she just looks down again.

"Clove?" He asks again. "I love you too Cato, and I'm sorry." She answers hardly audible and letting more tears escape her eyes. He sighs realizing what her 'I'm sorry' meant then responds "Angel, you have nothing to be sorry about. This is my fault, I'm never home and I always have to leave you when you need me the most. So I'm the one who needs to be apologizing, not you, baby doll."

She then moves one hand under his neck and one resets on his cheek and she buries her head in his chest and starts to cry again, mumbling the words "I'm so sorry" in between sobs. He softly rubs her back and whispers into her hair "Clover, it's okay, can I see it?" She pulls her face out of his shirt and sits up with her lip still trembling and lifts her left arm and looks at Cato with nervous eyes.

Cato then sits up and takes the small girl with the raven hairs arm carefully in his hands and sighs "Clover, this will need stitches." Another tear escapes her eye witch he quickly wipes away with a gentle thumb. She says a quiet "okay." Then stands to follow Cato into the bathroom where he lifts her up so she's sitting on the counter.

He then washes his hands and gets out the surgical needle and thread and rubbing alcohol and starts with the nastiest gash by cleaning it with alcohol then piercing her skin over and over with the needle to sew it up and does that on all three.

The ones from when he left aren't bad, they aren't that deep and they already have scabs covering them. She watches him the whole time without a single hiss of pain escaping her lips. Cato sees what she's doing as he's wrapping up her arm and takes her face in his hands and looks into her big emerald green eyes with his icy blue ones and says "Clover, everything is going to be okay. Okay?" She nods her head and says "Okay."

Seeing this as an perfect time to change the subject he takes her hand and says "I got you something from the Capitol, would you like to see it?" She nods her head and follows Cato downstairs and sits on the couch facing the front door while Cato rummages through his bag. He walks over to her with a small wooden box she smiles as he hands it to her. She lifts the lid up with her thumbs and a ballerina pops up and starts dancing to music that stops when she closes the box to look at Cato "It's perfect." she says as she curls next to him. "I thought you might like it." He responds putting a arm around her back then kisses the top of her head.

A/N #2: sorry for the misspellings in the first chapter. I'm a sucky writer. Ummmm let me know what you think. Should I keep going or stop? Will a whale come out of the ocean and tell me this sucks. Probably not, but I can dream. I already said I was weird right? Oops.