So this will seem rushed to y'all, but it's not Katniss/Cinna related, so it's not needed in the story. This is the last chapter! Thanks again. Enjoy!

Katniss

It's time for the interviews. I made friends, as Haymitch asked me to. I'll have to tell him who they are after this is over.

Cinna and I are in the dressing room. Cinna is fitting my wedding dress onto me.

"Why am I wearing my wedding dress for the interviews again?" I ask, annoyed with the big frilly thing. I look at it with disdain.

"It's a surprise," is all Cinna says. I groan in frustration. He smiles and continues altering my dress.

I bend down as much as I can in this restricting dress tilt his chin up so we make eye contact. He lifts an eyebrow in puzzlement. I lean in and kiss him lightly on his lips. He kisses me back, caressing my face in his careful touch.

Every moment with Cinna is precious. I don't know how long I have left with him, so I have to make every single moment last. I deepen the kiss, wanting more of him, always more. He tries to break away, but I press harder against him, not letting him leave.

"Katniss," he murmurs. "You're crushing your dress."

I sigh and push away from him. He makes everything so complicated.

"What's wrong?" he asks, noticing the frown on my face.

I take a step closer to him. "I don't know how long I have left with you, and.." I swallow. "I want to spend as much time with you as I can."

He grips my shoulders. "Don't talk like that!" he scolds. He kisses me, hard. "You're going to come back. And we'll be fine."

I shake my head. He sounds so naïve. "Cinna, I'm not coming back," I say, sounding sure, frightening myself with my tone. "There is no way I can survive this again. Not with all of these trained killers."

Cinna sighs. "Don't be so negative. You're going to come out of this alive. I know it. If you have the right allies, there's no way you'll die."

I look into his hard, green eyes. He looks so sure, some of my earlier confidence begins to waver. Maybe I will come out of this alive. Maybe Cinna and I will be okay.

Cinna

She looks so beautiful. My beautiful Katniss displayed for all of Panem to see. She talks with such ease. Her features are devoid of anything but pure happiness. Her gaze flicks to me occasionally. I smile brilliantly at her. She smiles back and turns back to Caesar.

"So, let's see it," Caesar says suddenly.

"See what?" she asks innocently.

God, she's so cute.

"Your dress, of course!" Caesar laughs along with the crowd.

Katniss giggles and stands. "Isn't it lovely?" she says. "Cinna designed it and our esteemed President Snow picked it out." She grins to the cameras and crowd. She looks at me. I nod.

She begins to twirl. As she twirls, her dress begins to ignite from the bottom up. She looks confused, but she keeps twirling. After her wedding dress burns away, she is wearing a slim fitting black dress. She looks down in shock. She opens her arms wide. Wings form from her raised arms.

She is the Mockingjay.

Katniss

"Cinna, what have you done?" I screech.

The interviews are over. Peeta announced that I'm pregnant and then we, the victors, united, standing hand in hand for all of Panem, and Snow to see. The cameras promptly clicked off and we were ushered back to our places backstage.

"Showing Panem their Mockingjay," he says simply.

"Snow was watching!" I yell. "Do you know what he's going to do now?"

"I have a pretty good idea, yes," he says.

I grab his arm. I steer him away from everyone into a dark corner.

"I can't lose you over a stupid dress!" I hiss. "Snow is going to kill you! Now the districts are going to rebel-"

Cinna cuts me off by kissing me. I instantly melt into him. He kisses me deeply and passionately. I moan and press into him. He drags me deeper into the shadows and runs his hands over my back. I wish this stupid dress wasn't so restricting.

Let's go back to the room," I say, my voice laced with lust and desire. He kisses me again and nods. We fix ourselves and make our way over to where Peeta, Haymitch, Effie and Portia are standing.

"There you both are!" Effie says. "Let's go back to the room! You two need rest for tomorrow." Her voice cracks on the last word.

We all nod and pile into the elevator. I stand near Cinna. He rubs his hand on my upper thigh intimately. I bite my lip to keep from moaning. When the elevator reaches our floor, Cinna and I practically run to my room. He shuts the door and we remove our clothes. We fall together on the bed and make love.

Cinna

My eyes fly open. Today is the day that Katniss goes into the arena. And may not come back.

I turn over in bed to find her gone. I get out of bed hastily and throw on my clothes. I walk out of the room and into the living room. Katniss is sitting on the couch, fully dressed, staring blankly at the wall.

"Katniss?" I say warily. She looks at me, but it's as if she's looking past me.

"We need to get going," I say. She nods and stands. She walks over to me and takes my hand. I lead her to the elevator and we take the long descent to where the helicopter will be waiting for her.

When we get there, Peeta, Haymitch, Portia and Effie are there, saying their goodbyes.

"Come, Katniss!" Effie says. She releases my hand and walks mechanically over to them. She grabs Peeta's hand and I feel a flare of jealousy. But she needs all the support she can get. Her fiancée can help her in the arena. I can't be there for her.

Peeta and Katniss board the helicopter. The door closes, cutting off my view of her. Of my Katniss. At least I get to see her one last time.

Katniss

When I get to the room with the cylinder pod that will take me up into the arena, Cinna is standing there waiting for me. I run into his arms and embrace him, taking in his scent and his warmth. I bury my face in the hollow at his neck, not wanting to let him go.

"30 seconds," says a monotone voice.

"Here." He clips my mockingjay pin to my wetsuit that they put all of us in. There's definitely water. Lots of it.

"Thank you," I whisper.

"20 seconds," comes the voice.

I press my lips forcefully against Cinna's, wrapping my arms around his neck. He grips my waist tightly, pulling me into him.

"15 seconds."

I step away from Cinna and enter the pod. The door slides shut, trapping me inside. Cinna comes up and places his hands on the glass. I put my hands up to align with his and smile at him. Tears form in my eyes, blurring my vision.

A door opens in the back. Peacekeepers march in. I scream.

Cinna

I see the horror on Katniss's face. I turn and see Peacekeepers charging me. One raises a baton and cracks it over my head. Stars dance in my vision. I hear Katniss pounding on the glass. Another Peacekeeper punches me in my jaw. Katniss is screaming. My Katniss. I look at her. We lock gazes.

More baton hits crack over my skull. I fall to the ground. As the world begins to give way to darkness, I tilt my head to see Katniss rising into the arena.

She's going to make it. She'll be all right. The Mockingjay will live.

Katniss

My throat is raw from screaming. I need to get out of here. I need to help Cinna.

His head rolls to the side as they pick him up. We lock gazes.

Tears stream down my face. I put my hand to the glass. The platform begins to rise.

Cinna is dead. My Cinna is gone. But I will always love him. I will always be his and he will always be mine.

We are forever attached.

That's it everyone! I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for being so supportive and thanks for you guy's feedback. Until next time!

~AthenaChild12