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"I was thinking more that... we're still alive, despite being tributes twice. I count that as pretty damn lucky." Though he could really only thank Katniss for his own life at the moment. Without her during their first Games, he would have definitely died. Everyone knew that.

She pressed her lips together. That was actually...a fairly good point.

"I guess you're right." Leave it to Peeta to find a positive spin on all this. An, arguably, fairly big one. Her hand clenched around his, suddenly to tight, as her brain decided to dance close to the 'what if...' edge. What if they hadn't both made it out? This time or the first?

"We have...each other."

His other hand came to rest onto hers that was clasping so tight, knowing... understanding what was going through her head right now. After all was said and done, there were still the consequences to face out there, above ground. He would make sure she wouldn't ever have to face them alone.

"We will get through all of this. Together. I promise."

Tucking her feet up under her, she let her head lean on his shoulder.

Her brain was still a mess. But for the first time she started to put together pieces, trying to figure things out. Feel them out, get a hold of them. She started listing what they knew out loud so she didn't get tangled up in it.

"Haymitch is here. They stole us out of the arena. And my mother and Prim are here. So they got them out of 13. This all had to happen live on television.

He listens quietly as Katniss lists off the facts - at least, what they've been allowed to know so far. There were deeper questions underlying this situation though that they had to find out as soon as possible, and most of them in his head began with Why...

"Thirteen exists," he added, which was still a shocking realization to himself. "We need to find out more. Maybe if we can find Haymitch?" Surely he wouldn't leave them in the dark forever.

She scowled at the mention of Haymitch.

Whatever was going on, she knew he had to have a pretty solid hand in it. There was no other way they all would have ended up here.

Which means that, on some level, he did this without them knowing. Pulling everything out from under them. Again.

"Yeah, I bet he just knows all the answers."

Peeta was just as unhappy as she was with those thoughts, but he kept them to himself. Even though Haymitch most likely screwed them over in this situation, he was sure it had been done with good intentions. He had done nothing but help them throughout these Games and he wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt... he really did.

"Maybe keeping us in the dark was supposed to be for the best, Katniss."

"Yeah, that always works out so well."

She feels guilt over the anger that flickers up, but being reminded that Peeta had helped keep her in the dark his fair share didn't set help too much.

"We aren't idiots. We can make choices. We can help."

"I know..." he sighs slightly, looking towards the dingy hospital floor in thought. "I think he knew we're both really stubborn too, though. We probably wouldn't have gone with it as planned... messed it up somehow." He had already been trying to save her life in the arena yet again.

"Like Haymitch can talk about being stubborn." She muttered, but mainly because she knew Peeta was right. She couldn't really argue that he wasn't.

So instead she stood, clutching her hospital gown closed behind her to retain at least some modesty, and wobbled to the door. No one had bugged them yet, and she wanted to know why.

"Katniss?" He immediately follows her, limping momentarily from the ache in his body he had almost forgotten about, but he wasn't going to let her go out there alone. Besides, he was just as curious as she was.

Some pants would have been nice though.

On... both of them.

"Are you going to try to find him now?"

She cracked open the door...only to find the hall way deserted. By the way the light were dimmed, she had a feeling it must be very late at night.

Was that the only reason people hadn't bothered them yet.

"I wanna get some answers..."

He crept up behind her, looking out over her shoulder. That was odd.

"No guards or anything?"

"Nothing."

Quietly, she slipped out in the hall, padding down a few feet till she saw someone hunched over at a desk. She turned, holding up a finger to Peeta.

He was halfway out the door behind her when she turned to stop him, which he obeyed rather quickly. Peeta had no idea what she was planning but at this rate he would go with anything. They deserved to get answers. He nodded to her slowly, tense and ready. Thankfully their bodies were no longer as fragile as when they first arrived.

She backed away slowly from the nurse's station, trying to figure out the layout of the hospital from what they had seen.

Their hallway wasn't a dead end. There must be a way out there somewhere.

"Can you follow me quietly?" She hissed as she reached her door again. She wasn't too sold on Peeta's 'quiet' skills, but this also wasn't the woods.

He knew exactly why she was asking and suppressed an indignant huff... because he knew she was right. He was rather clumsy about these things and having one prosthetic leg didn't help his case nowadays.

"Yeah, yeah I'll be fine," he whispered back. The smooth floors were a welcome change at least. It would be easier.

He stepped out of the room slowly, closing the door until only a crack was left, before reaching her quiet enough. She must have had some sort of plan. Though knowing Katniss, she was pretty damn good at thinking on her feet.

She crept around the corner, past more room, some empty and dark, some with doors shut firmly, glancing back now and then to make sure Peeta was following.

And having to bite back a curse when they were looped right back to the nurses station. Of course it was a loop. Of course.

He was behind her as quickly as he could while being quiet, also taking note of the various rooms. Some clearly had people inside of them and he had to wonder if any of the others were in there, how many had survived?

He nearly bumped into her when she came to a stop, eyes trailing the light beneath a door, but he stopped himself with his hands on her shoulders, mumbling a brief apology. He frowned when he saw where they ended up, trying to think of what they could do.

Leaning in, he murmured quietly. "I could cause a distraction. At least then you could slip out..."

She held up a hand, starting to get a little suspicious at the posture of the nurse on duty.

Those 4 am shifts must be hard, because whomever this nurse was, he was out cold. Holding up a finger for silence again, she gestured for Peeta to follow.

They could get into the hallways, then maybe above ground. Back to 12.

That shut him up quickly, biting the inside of his cheek to keep him from saying more. As usual, Katniss had picked up on something Peeta would have completely overlooked.

They were definitely lucky in their own way.

He continued to follow her, smiling a bit toward the sleeping nurse as they walked by him. That was just too perfect, though he was remaining positive about the situation. Yes, they were in embarrassing hospital gowns and had no idea where to go, but they had made it this far.

She crept forward, silent even still not feeling right. With bare feet and a flat, obstacle free paths, she'd be ashamed if even Peeta couldn't stay quiet.

The hall behind was also likewise empty, but much better lit. And with much less hiding opportunities. She scowled, but really, what other options were there?

"Come on. This way."

He was doing his best which was better than expected with his leg, but Katniss' leadership was... inspiring in its own way. If he messed up over something so simple and they were found out, he would have trouble forgiving himself when they were so close.

"You know, they're probably watching us with cameras right now and laughing," he whispered, though somewhat amused at the thought himself. "Not that I blame them, we look ridiculous."

"If they were watching us, they would have stopped us." She hissed back, scowling.

It wouldn't make sense for them to just...let them wander around.

Still, she reached back and gripped her hospital gown closed. Just in case.

Maybe they know we won't get far, he wanted to say, but with Katniss' current tone of voice... he figured it was better to keep it to himself.

He tried to keep his eyes straight when noticing how she covered herself up. Now was not the time, Peeta...

Yay for AUs ;;

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we're making a jail break peeta.

aw yeaaaa

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