Katniss and Peeta: For you

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Hey guys, just wanted you to know, I'm going to the pride parade Sunday, and I might be busy on Saturday, i'll try to write though.

Katniss POV 

"You two should head home." Haymitch says.

Effie hands us our coats, and we say goodbye.

Effie kisses Peeta and my cheeks, and Haymitch opens the door, "Night sweetheart." Haymitch says, patting me on the back.

"You shouldn't flirt with me in front of your girl Abernathy." I tease.

"I'm not worried!" Effie calls, as we walk out the door.

We walk back, holding hands, savouring the peacefulness.

"Your coming back, to my place, right?" I say abruptly. 

"Of course." Peeta says, squeezing my hand. 

We climb back into bed, our foreheads brushing, my eyes look at him, then look away, bashfully, his do the same.

I wake up, I can't remember what the nightmare was about, but it woke me, I feel my sweaty palms, my racing heart.

"Have a bad dream?"

"Yeah," I say, massaging my chest. "I'm okay Peeta, go back to-"

"Who says I was Peeta?" A cold voice interrupts.

I choke, someone is here, Peeta is asleep, I can't let this stranger hurt Peeta.

Slowly, I reach for my knife, my hands fumbling for it.

"Looking for your knife?" A voice asks.

A sense of dread has started to creep in, i light a candle, a man one with grey hair and bleached eyebrows, he's dangling a knife, my knife, in front of me, his other hand behind his back.

The man leans in, "Why don't you wake your lover, so we can have a nice little chat?" His pearly white teeth, gleaming in the dim candle light.

"Peeta," I say, shaking him. "Peeta wake up, now."

Peeta sit up on his elbows, "What?" He asks blearily. "Did you have another nightmare?"

"Thats not important," I say, "Theres a man here, he has my knife."

As soon as my words reach his ears, Peeta sits all the way up, infolding me into his arms.

"Aw," The man says. "Gonna, protect the girl on fire? Are ya baker boy?"

"What do you want?" Peeta asks, gritting his teeth.

I press my hand to his chest, this is not the time to lose our tempers. We need to be clever.

"One of you, is going to call your friends, in the other house, Trinket and Abernathy, tell them to come over here."

"Why should we?" I ask, gaining courage. "All you have is a knife, I'm sure Peeta and I can handle a capital man like you."

"Well little miss, girl on fire." The capital man says. "Let me answer your question."

And from behind his back, he draws to things, a gun, and what appears to be a metal box.

"Whats that?" Peeta asks, holding me tighter.

"Why, haven't you seen a bomb before?" The man asks.

A startled cry, escapes my throat.

The man grins at me, "Now pick up your phone."

"The phones downstairs." I say, my voice shaking.