To a pack, just me being alive is a crime. They call me Rouge, Traitor, and other hurtful names. But in my mind I'm none of those things. I'm a loner, sure, I'll admit that, but I didn't chose this life. Have you ever had your father and sister murdered by the kinds of wretched creatures I'm now called and had your mother leave you behind, running to another pack, ditching you as soon as she can? I didn't think so. But I'm always in danger. Not shifting yet does that when you live alone in the woods, surrounded by the monsters you are now one of. But I'm supposedly special. At least that's what my inner wolf, Taylor, tells me. She says everything will fall into place when I meet my mate. But that's never going to happen. The odds of that are not in my favor. My name is Katniss Everdeen. Some call me a Rouge. I call myself a lone wolf.

She's a bird, locked in a cage, waiting to be set free. Her unbreakable spirt dims by the day and her true love is nearly as restricted as she to save her. Katniss is under control of the Capital, facing intense tourture every day and not being able to say anything to stop it. She's never felt more crippled than she does now, despizing the way that President Snow brags that he "clipped her wings." She prays everyday that somehow, someway, Peeta will make his way back to her like he promised what seems like years before. Peeta sits in District 13 with the rest of the Refugees, fighting through the red tape and diplomacy that surrounds the the battle ready district. He can't understand why no one has concerns about a pregnant woman being held in the way she is. The videos appearing from the Capital show something's wrong. Katniss would never say those things unless under duress. Othing will stand in his way of Katniss and his daughter. The final book of the Under The Stars Role reversed story.

It is a time of darkness in Panem. President Snow and his army of slaves and minions rules with an iron fist, putting the lives of villagers in jeopardy. Many try to escape, though few make it to my ranks. I know the struggle to escape the cages called districts. I am one of those few, escaping when a mine explosion destroyed an area of fence and left defenses down. And though it cost my father's life, I gladly took the opportunity to leave and aid the others, who lay disorganized in the uncharted forests. That was five years ago. Since then, I have become their very symbol of existence and the one they look to for guidance. I did not ask this, but for the honor of the rebellion, I stand at the helm of their war with Snow. My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am sixteen years old and have seen more than I should at my age. To them I am the Mockingjay. I am their Rebel Queen.

"I wasn't looking for love when I found it. I don't really know how. At five years old, it's not like I really knew what love was. But that's what I found on my first day of Kindergarten, when I heard the daughter of the coal miner and the apothecary. That was eleven years ago. I still love her more and more each day. She's grown up a lot since then. She wears her hair in one braid instead of two, pants instead of skirts, she's even exchanged singing for silence. She keeps to herself, staying far away from others in the school yard. We've only had one real interaction. I doubted she even remembered. But she did. My name is Peeta Mellark and this is the story of the girl with the silver eyes. Katniss Everdeen. *Mostly going to be Katniss' POV in a modern Everlark story. The description is just in Peeta's POV because it made more sense that way.*

When people see me walking down the street, they call me names. Whore, Slut, you name it. It's not my fault I was thrown out at eighteen by my mother and the only person kind enough to take me in was Cashmere Brooks, the owner of the ever popular Trackerjacker Gentlemen's Club. Being a dancer wasn't my first plan. But the money made waitressing just isn't worth the constant fondling from the patrons. So I was forced to dance. I will admit that the money is good. But what good is money when you're dead inside. But then I just remind myself that it's not me on that stage, but a person I don't even know. On that stage I'm no longer Katniss Everdeen, the scared eighteen year old who just last month didn't have enough money to feed myself. On that stage I'm an unknown face. On that stage, they call me Fancy.

I'm supposed to love. That's what angels do. But we don't fall in love. It's not possible. We can't be selfish and care for one more than the rest of those innocent souls below our realm. And I always beloved that. Since the I began serving as a Guardian Angel, I always knew it was my job to keep those I protect feeling safe. But I never once let my heart get in the way. That was until the day I started falling for that poor abused boy whose heart was made of gold.

~ "But why?" I ask Peeta as I hand him back the recruiting letter. "I thought we were going to get married and start a family?" Peeta gently takes my hand in his and kisses my knuckles. "And we will," he says. "As soon as I come home, we'll start our family." ~ Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark are high school sweethearts strait out of a romantic novel. Perfect relationship and hopes for the future. But when Peeta gets the letter he was waiting for but dreading to tell Katniss about, how will their future really unfold.

I was chosen for him and him for me. It was required of every 19 year old to be paired this way. Our population as in decline. Young people in the prim of their lives were meant to save the country from extinction. But I dont want this I dont want any of this. I'm not the mothering type. But they need proof that their system works so I'm watched everywhere. Its not that he isnt nice and sweet. I just don't know how I could love someone who I'm force to be with.

It's the 1980's. She makes her money singing in bars, trying to pave her way to LA and a recording contract. He's just a troubled boy going wherever the trains will take him. In reality, their paths would only cross if he stopped to get a drink at a rock and roll bar, but sometimes, fate has other things in mind. (I'm back, It's been a while and I've been busy reading and enjoying my summer. But this needed to be written before it escapes my mind)

This is a continuation of Help Me Make It Through the Night. I'm just breaking it up a little so people will be more interested. Katniss and Peeta have just welcomed their new daughter to the world. How will they deal with raising their daughter and their past. Read it to find out.