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Who: Peeta Mellark and Finnick Odair
What: Having a private talk man to man
When: Afternoon
Where: Near the Park
Rating: PG-13 tops!

It was just like Finnick to let people know what they needed to and nothing more. But, honestly there were things that needed to be said. Finnick wasn't sure what he was doing was right, or even a good idea but if something happened he would have felt worse. Katniss needed to be protected, and Peeta had always been up to the task of doing that. However, could he protect her if he wasn't fully prepared?

The request to talk had been his alone. It hadn't been something he had sent out with too much of an explanation, hopefully Peeta would show up. Finnick had stopped and grabbed a drink before he had made it to the park at the allotted time. Taking a deep breath he sat on a bench and just enjoyed the quiet, making sure to put his thoughts in order.

This may have the opposite effect. It really might.

However, Finnick had to try. It would be out of his hands if Peeta failed to listen, and then they would definitely have problems.

"Ahhh." He slumped back against the seat as he let his head rest on the top of the bench back.

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Peeta had thought long and hard about whether or not he would honor Finnick's request for them to meet. He still didn't entirely trust the other Tribute, not after what happened in the arena. It didn't matter much what Finnick said. While Peeta would keep it in mind, Peeta would like to come to his own conclusions about the older Victor.

Regardless, Peeta was walking toward a figure lounging on a bench, no later than he was told. There was a long while when Peeta simply stood behind him, even considered just walking away a few times, though he was sure that Finnick knew he was there. He never was any good at sneaking around, even less so since his first time in the Games. With a heavy sigh, Peeta circled the bench and took a seat next to Finnick.

Different place and different circumstances, so that meant that Finnick deserved a fair chance, right?

Of course he had heard the other approaching. Peeta had never been light on his feet, and Finnick had listened to his patterns of how he walked when they had been together in the 75th hunger games. His lips pursed as he sighed and sat up as he turned to look at Peeta. It was time to stop worrying, for now as he smiled almost lazily.

"You know, being here almost makes me forget the hell that we came from."

Almost.

There were some things that would never leave him. The memories of every person he had killed, the things he had done at the hands of President in order to protect those close to him, and also how he had died. He hadn't told anyone that he had died yet, but maybe that was something he'd keep to himself. Turning to more fully look at Peeta, he half grinned brushing a hand over the back of his head and down his neck.

"I wasn't sure you were going to come."

Feeling the infection course through his leg was something Peeta would never forget and waking up one day in the Capitol without it was something else he would just never forget. Not that it mattered though. None of that mattered anymore. He was no better one way or the other.

"I keep getting asked what it's like in Panem and about the Games." Basically, he hadn't really had the chance to forget. Not that he really minded answering the questions (he wouldn't even bother doing it if he did), it just made home a difficult place to let go of.

A light laugh escaped Peeta as he shook his head. He could be iffy about trust and still amicable. "You asked me to come so of course I came."

"Hm. If we were back home I think you would have done differently." It didn't escape Finnick that he stood there as a threat because the others didn't know what he did. That wasn't right. They didn't remember what he did. If they did, then things would be much more threatening.

"But, there is nothing to fear. I'm not here to do anything but answer questions, and offer you some advice on a few things." Putting his cup beside him, Finnick let his fingers play around the lid as he turned to look out towards the lake. He sighed and leaned forward as his mind wandered to Annie.

Would she be okay without him? He missed her. He wanted to see her, and for a moment he's lost again. Reaching out with all his strength to give her the comfort he's not sure will ever reach her.

"If we were back home, we wouldn't be having this conversation." In the Capitol, Peeta was cut off from everyone else. Sometimes, he was able to speak with Johanna but even then, the conversations were short lived, never lasting beyond a few meager pleasantries, if they could even be called that. Finnick, though, was someone he wouldn't speak to at home, mostly because of where he was. He wasn't sure he'd ever speak to Finnick again back there, or even Katniss. Despite what was said about his eventual rescue, Peeta wasn't sure it would happen. And maybe that would be for the best anyway. Maybe he could better protect her from there, if he had any chance at all.

"We're here so you can offer me advice? What kind of advice?" Finnick and Peeta were two very different people. Peeta had to wonder what advice Finnick could possibly offer that would be useful to him. Skeptical as he was as to just how good the advice might be, Peeta was eager to hear it.

It was several seconds more, before Finnick blinked. Back to reality where things were even messed up than they realized. "I don't think it comes as a surprise that I am able to tell you more about what happens, am I right?"

Finnick reached over and picked up his cup between both hands as he rolled it slowly back and forth. How much to tell? What to tell? Was it even something he should tell? Well, if there was anyone that would benefit from what he had to say then Peeta was the only person. Katniss hadn't seemed too keen on talking to him in the first place. Rue was in the same boat as him somewhat. Both were people that shouldn't be alive. Just sacrifices for the Capitol and to the Hunger Games.

"This is going to sound weird, but you should probably invest in a pair of handcuffs. Don't tell Katniss you have them, and keep them where you know they are. Trust me. It'll save you a LOT of grief later." Contrary to his normal demeanor, while the suggestion sounded kind of awkward for various reasons, Peeta had seemed to really do well with them.

"There is a lot that I could tell you, but I doubt you would believe me anyway. But, one thing you can be sure of is that I'm on Katniss's side. Yours too of course."

"It's still not an easy idea to get behind, but I guess not." Except for Rue. If he truly wanted to believe that there was no way they could be from different times, he'd have to believe that her being in Asgard at all was impossible. Which he didn't believe, of course. Hell, he probably spent more time with Rue than anyone else since getting there and how could he not believe that he's from no less than a year after her? He just shook his head. He'd figure it all out eventually. Probably.

"You mentioned handcuffs when you first got here too. Why? Why should I get handcuffs? You're supposed to know more about what happens than the rest of us so tell me, what happens? What happens that would make me need handcuffs?"

"Because later on you really seem to rely on them. I don't know if it's just a phase though. I only know about things to a certain point." Finnick wasn't telling Peeta anything. Unless someone else came after he had died, then he would never have to tell them. He wasn't going to ever let them know if he didn't have to.

"Here's my question to you Peeta. How much do you want to know?"

The other could only handle so much, and Finnick respected the boundaries because he knew that the other would most likely do the same. Peeta didn't seem like the type that would force anyone to listen to what he said, outside of Katniss of course, but then again those two were special. They had been close, and there was no mistaking the way they interacted. One day maybe Katniss would move forward and meet Peeta, but for now they had a lot of obstacles.

They would be very hard to overcome.

"I want to know everything, Finnick." The problem was that he couldn't possibly know how much he wanted to know, without knowing everything first. Things were awful like that. How could he possibly know that, in reality, he didn't actually want to know anything. How was he supposed to know that he was better off not knowing? He could save himself some of the grief, guilt, denial.

"I want to know everything you can tell me about what happens at home." It was something that would happen at home, that hadn't happened to Peeta yet, sure, but what if things took the same kind of turn in Asgard? Wasn't it better to be prepared?

"Okay. I won't hold anything back. Don't ask me questions until the end." He took in a deep breath, and again let it out slowly. He was nervous, was this the right thing? Peeta needed to know. That much was certain, the other had come off as very dependable and smart. So hopefully he could make things easier if this ever happened.

Turning to where he was looking back at anything other than Peeta, Finnick held onto his cup and looked down towards the drink that was nearly gone. "When you were taken, Johana was captured, and I found out they had taken Annie things were bad. Katniss nearly clawed off Haymitch's face, and I just couldn't focus. But one day they brought you, Johana and Annie back. I've never been so happy to see her so I wasn't paying attention."

He paused and then looked back at Peeta, this was something he had to drive home. "The reason I asked you about the game, and told you to get handcuffs is because when you walked through that door your hands went around Katniss's neck and you hurt her Peeta."

Looking back down into the drink, he paused and took another breath. This was far more painful than he thought it was. "You meant to kill her, and Katniss had to rest even more after that. You were so spiteful and mean, but it wasn't your fault. The captiol had done something to you, and it was very horrible. You were crazy. Not like Annie of course, but crazy because they had poisoned your mind against Katniss. They did the worst thing to her that they could, and that was taking your strength away."

Despite the fact that Peeta wanted to cut in whole Finnick spoke, tell him he was wrong and that none of that could happen ( or that now that he knew, he could probably prevent it, right? ), Peeta stayed quiet, simply looking down at his hands instead. He looked over them, trying to imagine them around Katniss' neck, but he couldn't. It just wasn't something he could picture himself doing. He'd been willing to let her kill him when they renounced their rule amendment in the 74th Games, and he was going to die for her in the Quell.

Eyes never leaving his hands, Peeta started to shake his head. "That has to be wrong. I would never do that to her."

Standing up he moved towards the trashcan throwing away his cup. Moving back to stand in front of Peeta, Finnick looked down at him and shook his head. "There would be no reason for me to lie about something like this. It's one of the things you can't remember, but it definitely happened."

Finnick let the silence hang in the air before he motioned around them. "Come on let's go for a little walk. It'll give you time to think, and ask questions if you want. I guess that's all I really wanted to tell you was that you hurt Katniss. It's the reason that we played, real or not real and the reason you wore handcuffs."

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