You can't catch me now. (Cato)

Who do you think you are?

"Do you have any other conditions?"

"My sister gets to keep her cat." Katniss added quickly.

You couldn't help but let your head snap to look at the girl.

She bought a cat..? Into the shelter?

"Then... I suppose that's all. Katniss I will come find you later. For the start of you as our mockingjay." Plutarch smiled waving you both off.

Coin only kept her lips pursed, you could almost feel her glare on the back of your head as you both exited.

"You have a cat?" You asked as the door shut behind you, a small smile creeping onto your lips.

"My sister. It's a beastly thing." Katniss scoffed slightly.

"Katniss?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. For doing this. For making... one of your terms-"

"You've stuck by me the whole time Y/n. You lost your eye for me, and... if it weren't for you? I doubt I'd of ever bounced back to try and get the others home." She said slowly, giving your shoulder a nudge.

"Don't get sappy now on me Mockingjay." You smiled wobbly trying to ignore the tightening feeling of happiness on your chest.

She only gave you a small smile back, allowing you to enter the elevator first as she followed you in.

In the few hours later, Katniss had been called to speak to Plutarch and Coin for more details, allowing you to roam the halls of thirteen freely roam the halls of thirteen.

But You decided to spend your time in your room, to try and relax to your best ability.

Despite it being your residence in thirteen you really didn't do anything other than sleep, or cry in there.

"Y/n?"

"Haymitch." You said slowly, looking over at the man. Whilst you had seen him around thirteen, you hadn't had a proper conversation with him since...

"After Katniss's shoot? Whatever the hell they're calling it we need to go."

"Go where?"

"Thirteens centre." He said simply.

He was wearing a dark hat, wooly almost like he'd been out, along with a coat and boots you hadn't noticed before.

Taking in the man's appearance you couldn't help but noticing the deep lines on his hands, and the one on his cheek.

Scars.

Ones you hadn't seen or noticed before. They were deep, going a pale shade all over. Some were deep, almost like they'd been tightly dug into him whereas others look liked they'd been dragged on with a knife.

"What happened to you?" You couldn't stop yourself from blurting out, Haymitch only scoffed, rolling his eyes slightly.

"Not even a hello? How are you?" He asked almost teasingly.

"I'm still deciding on it yet. Where have you been Haymitch? Katniss needed-"

"The rebellion also needs me. I've been a few miles out. Doing rebel stuff which I haven't seen you do much."

"Haven't had the chance yet.." you grumbled throwing Haymitch a glare. You gave him another scan over.

"Did your scars come from being apart of the rebellion or what?" You asked.

"From Katniss more like. When she was.. you know. On the plane?" He groaned rubbing his head in annoyance.

Oh.