This will be a collection of one shots after Mockingjay because i was not really happy with the short epilogue, following from when Katniss gets back to district 12 and then up to her children.

All characters belong to Suzanne Collins, not me unfortunately. If I owned Peeta I would be one lucky lady!

Please review and tell me what you guys think! I'm curious :)

Enjoy!

The forest has become an unbearable blaze. All I can see in every direction is bright orange flames, engulfing everything in it's path. Burning branches crack from the trees and fall down hard onto the ground, showering sparks all around me. I know I need to leave, immediately. I dart, straight forwards, doing my best to dodge the falling branches and uplifted tree roots. I run and run, choking and wheezing from the smoke. I try to ignore it the best I can but as I run further it gets worse. My throat is closing up and I fall to the ground, gasping for air.

"Katniss!" I hear a voice in the distant, not just any voice but Prim's voice. My ears prick up. I want to scream out, try to find her. But all that manages to come out of my mouth is a raspy whisper, which no one would have any hope to understand let alone hear.

"Katniss!" I hear Prim again, this time her voice is louder, more urgent. I feel so weak but I need to find Prim. I need to protect her. I won't let the same thing happen to her that happened to Rue. I slowly stand up and begin running again, following her voice. I do my best to try and ignore the pain quickly rising in my chest, but it's slowing me down.

"Katniss, Help!" The voice is so close now and although the fire is still raging I seem to be coughing less and the pain in my chest at least isn't getting any worse. I try shouting out again.

"Prim!" It isn't quite a shout but it's a lot better than what I had to work with a few minutes ago. I keep calling out, not wanting to lose her.

The trees suddenly come to an end and I drop to the floor, coughing and wheezing, I look around, I recognise where I am immediately. I'm in the meadow. The fire hasn't reached this far yet. It's still beautiful. Still full of colourful swaying flowers and their sweet almost sickly smells.

"Katniss!" My head darts in the direction of the voice. I notice her immediately. Right on the other side of the meadow, right on the edge, her back is facing me but I know it's her. The blond plait falling down her back and the duck tail formed by her untucked shirt, there's no way it could be anyone else.

"Prim!" I shout as loud as I can this time, but she doesn't turn around. She stays in the exact same position. I get up and run, straight, heading for her.

I'm about 10 metres from her when she finally turns around to face me. I see the recognition in her eyes and my name forms on her lips. I never hear it though because she never gets the chance to say it. What happens next happens to quickly for me to do anything about it, it is one of the things I can have no control over. I can't save her. The fire envelops her, whipping around her body like a snake closing around its prey. I stop running, dead in my tracks. I can do nothing but stand and watch as my sister dies.

I jolt awake, breathing heavily, sweat dripping down by body. Another dream, this one is exactly like the others, always ending the same way. I end up reliving Prim's death over and over again. It's cruel and painful and never any different. Even though the uprising is over I cannot let go of it, the nightmares have become a part of me now and a part of me knows they always will be.

I peel the covers off my body and stare out of the window. It's light outside and I can hear the birds softly singing. I decide to get up, I don't want to go back to sleep. My dreams are more painful sometimes than reality.

"Meow" Buttercup nudges against my foot as I place it down on the floor. I bend down and stroke his head for a while before moving out of the bedroom. He walks infront of me, and hits at my foot as I walk past Prim's bedroom.

"She's dead you stupid, stupid Cat!" I scream at him. He does this everyday and I just can't handle it, he doesn't understand where Prim has gone, he just want's her home, and so do I.

"Meow" Buttercup continues to moan. Nudging his head against what used to be Prim's room.

I lose it.

"If you miss her so much, I'll take you to her!" I grab Buttercup around the scruff of her neck, ignoring his meows of protest, claws waving in every direction, struggling to break free. I run into the bathroom and immediately begin to the run the taps. Full blast.

I gain a tight grasp on Buttercup and hold on to him until the bath is half way full. Swiftly I throw buttercup into the bath tub, holding his head underneath the water, fighting him as he struggles for his life.

"I should have done this the first day she brought you home" Tears are strolling down my eyes and can't make them stop.

I had been too distracted to hear the front door downstairs open and hear Peeta enter the house and so it's alarming when he walks into the bathroom.

"I bought you more Primroses, Katniss, the ones in the garden are looking a – NO! KATNISS, STOP!"

Peeta runs towards me and drops the basket of flowers he was carrying, trying to pull my hand out of the bath and off buttercup. I refuse to let go, thrashing and hitting, trying to aim for him but it's hard even for me, fighting against Peeta and trying to keep the cat under the water is too hard. My eyes are too quick to fill with even more tears and my vision is blurry in no time, I manage to keep him from succeeding for a few seconds before I give in, collapsing against his body, allowing him to pull the cat out of the water. Buttercup darts away in a flash.

He doesn't shout at me like I expect him to though, instead he wraps his arms around me as I cry into his t-shirt, soaking it. He doesn't complain though, he just lifts me up to sit me on his legs and starts to softly stroke my hair, trying to calm me down.

"She's... dead" I manage to choke out between sobs.

"Shh...I know" Peeta whispers in my ear. "I know"

"I killed her Peeta. I did, all I wanted to do was to make sure she was safe, to make sure she wouldn't have to be scared all her teenage life, and I killed her" I sob into his chest. I can't force myself to say her name out loud and it kills me that I can't, What does that say about me? I can kill someone in a heartbeat, but I can't say my own sister's name.

"Katniss, you didn't kill your sister. You know that, I know you do, deep inside." He speaks confidently.

"It was all for nothing, I went into the games so P... she wouldn't have to and so she could live her life, and she died anyway." I say.

"Katniss, you can't say that. If you hadn't then everything would be the exact same as it was. There would have been more games, more victims, more grief. She died for the future, so thousands of kids wouldn't have to go through what we did. To make Panem a safer place." Peeta tells me.

It takes a lot of effort from Peeta, but finally I begin to calm down.

Somehow I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know I'm in my bed with a pair of warm arms wrapped around my body. I'm surprised. First of all that Peeta is in my bed, I haven't slept with him like this since the victory tour and it feels strange to be in his arms again, It reminds me of when I would crawl into bed with my parents when I was little, my parents arms protecting me from everything in the world that could harm me. I know now that that was stupid and they couldn't really, but it's nice to remember a happy moment of my childhood. It's amazing that we managed to stay in this position. Second, last night was one of the rare nights that I had no nightmares and third, I actually liked having Peeta next to me when I woke up. I can't help but stare at his face. No trace of worry or stress present. I rarely see this side of Peeta. This isn't really surprising considering what we've been through. I stay still for a while, soaking him up. They way his hair falls across his face, how smooth his skin is. I watch his chest moving up and downing, following the rhythm.

Peeta began to shift in his sleep, mostly likely meaning he's about to wake up, I quickly close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. I don't want him knowing that I've been watching him sleep. It's already going to be awkward when we both wake up, considering the positions we're in. Not to mention I can now feel something poking me very abruptly in the thigh. I can feel the blood rush up into my cheeks. Gradually his hold around my waist becomes firmer, until i feel his hair, lightly brushing the back of my neck.

"Katniss" Peeta whispers close to my ear. "I know you're awake." I have no idea how he knows but I decide to just face the music now. I slowly open my eyes and see a cheeky grin. A grin I haven't seen in a long while.

"How did you know?" I ask.

"Well I don't know about you, but I think that it's kind of hard to be that red" He points at my cheeks. "If you're sleeping." He chuckles lightly.

I sit up right. "Well I wouldn't be this red if someone could keep their manhood from poking me while they slept!" I announce. As soon as the words come out of my mouth I kind of feel bad for saying them, it's not like he can help it. Peeta's cheeks turn the same colour as mine, if not redder, and just as I'm about to apologise for my outburst, Peeta's bolt's out of the room. I let him leave. I know if the roles had been reversed, the last thing I would want to do would be to talk about it.

I decided to get up. Not wanting to waste the day feeling bad. I get dressed and decide to pass breakfast. I kneel down and pick up the box of Primroses Peeta dropped on the floor yesterday, deciding to make a start on planting them outside.

When I exit the house, I'm surprised. Peeta is kneeling down replanting Primroses. I don't say anything, I don't have to. I just sit down next to him and start doing the same thing. We work in silence until we finish. Not knowing what to do now, I do one of the things I can do very well. Talk.

"Look, Peeta, I'm sorry about – " I begin, but Peeta cut's me off.

"Katniss, I'd rather we not talk about it. You were just being honest and I can't help the way I feel about you" He whispers.

I nod, having no idea how to answer him. My feelings over Peeta have become so scrambled lately. These days I don't seem to know what he exactly is to me, but I'm still unsure of what the future holds for me and Peeta. I quickly kiss him on the cheek and run inside the house.