This is an experiment. I have no idea how this will turn out, but hey, why not try? Review Please! I'll send you an imaginary cookie, even if you say you don't like the story.

Oh, and clearly I didn't write this story because then Katniss would have ended up with Gale. So I do NOT own the Hunger Games.

This is told in Gale's point of view, I case you start to wonder, since I managed to not place his name in this whole chapter… Oops.

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You'd think that after five, ten, fifteen years, I would have finally gotten over Katniss, or at least moved on. But no, the girl on fire was burned into my heart and soul. Of course, she was my love.

Not that I'm the only one who hasn't moved on. Take Annie for instance, crazy or not, she hasn't forgotten the man she was in love with.

Maybe that's why we understood each other so well, us two loveless creatures, but at least Annie had Finnick for a time, I never had the privilege of Katniss loving me back the way I loved her. Still, none the less, we were both pretty hopeless cases, so we decided to live in the same house for the past few years; it was better that being alone.

Together we make a small life, I concentrated on the job that supported us, and Annie cooked. That's how it was for quite a few years, but then Annie died. I was alone again, defenseless against the pain that will always claw at my heart.

Selfishly, even though the last anchor I had to a semi-normal life was gone, I was excited for the funeral. Maybe Katniss would come and I would be able to see her for the first time in forever.

Neither her, nor Peeta showed. That's when I realized that I had to at least see Katniss once before I died, and that might as well be now, since it was as good as a time as any.

I took a vacation from my all important job in District 2, packed my bags, and was headed towards Distract 12 on the train by the morning. I told the conductor not to notify anyone of my presence, and he agreed, which was good; I didn't want anyone to know if I chickened out and didn't end up visiting Katniss.

Finally, we stopped at District 12. I panicked. There was no way I could face Katniss after being gone for so long. She already hated me for not killing her in the first place, and then not speaking to her - I was in for a long ride.

That's when I decided that the woods would be a good place to gather my thoughts, something that I desperately needed to do. So baggage in hand, I started the trek to the fence and then the familiar path to mine and Katniss's meeting spot.

Even though I knew there was no chance of me meeting her there, I was still disappointed to see her spot empty. "Oh well," I mumbled to myself and settled down in the spot me and Catnip used to sit at.

Then a little head popped out of a bush, a miniature version of Katniss. "What are you doing in Mommy's spot!" the little girl with dark hair and blue eyes demanded, with the same fire her mommy would have had.

"Revisiting old memories," I replied with a laugh. I was amused by the almost exact but smaller copy of Katniss.

I held out a little yellow buttercup flower to the girl, "Want a flower?" Hopefully she took this as a gesture of niceness, not creeper-ness.

"Sure…" she replied with obvious suspicion, and once again it was all I could do not to laugh. She glared at me, "Who are you and why do you keep laughing at me?"

"I laugh because you remind me so much of your mother," I told her. That's when I decided to hold back my name until I was sure weather or not it was the right thing to do. Giving her my name could turn out bad, so I had to be sure I trusted the Little Katniss.

Little Catnip looked surprised, curious, and unsure at the same time, "I never said anything about my mom, other than you were sitting in her spot."

I laughed, she glared, "Well, you see sweetie, for one this is my spot. Your mom would sit to the right of me. And I've known your mommy since she was little, and you are the spitting-image of her.

I felt like an idiot for talking like that, and apparently Mini Katniss thought I sounded like one too, because she giggled, which was the reaction I was hoping for. But she was on a rampage, and she wanted answers, "Who's my mom then?"

"Katniss Everdeen… or would she have Peeta's last name? What was that again? Anyway, Little Catnip, your mom's my Katniss," I told her, cursing my lack of caring for Peeta. What the Hell was his last name? Oh, and thanks for inviting me to the wedding guys, I do feel so loved, I sarcastically thought to them.

She was stunned. I was right, she didn't think I would be right. "Did you just call me Little Catnip?"

"Yup," I replied. Sadly, I was really enjoying this conversation, and I think that I'll be able to convince her to keep this meeting secret.

"Mommy jumps whenever she hears that name," the little girl pondered out loud, "She won't ever tell me why, but I bet you know why."

I couldn't help but smile to myself. So Katniss hadn't forgotten about me, "Yes, I do know, but how about this, you ask Catnip later today, but don't tell her about me. I'll meet you here again tomorrow at noon and you can tell me what she said. I'll even try to scavenge out a picnic for us."

"Well, I think you're fun to talk to, so I won't object to seeing you again. I'll probably come either way," Katniss's daughter said, clearly having thought this through. I could tell that she was too much like her mother and probably didn't socialize that well.

"We should head back since in starting to turn dark, but one last question, what's your name?" I asked her hopefully she would respond and not ask for my name.

Noticing the dark coming on, she was anxious to get home, and being Katniss's daughter, she was probably out here without permission and needed to get home before she was caught. So she quickly responded, "My name is Rose. And you are?"

"I'm going to tell you my name tomorrow so that you don't give anything away when you ask your mom about the Catnip story," I told her as I headed for the bushes, startling a mockingjay in the process. Man, that bird brought back some memories, most of them unpleasant.

It was my turn to hear Rose laugh, "Fair enough," she said. Then she was gone.

Now I had to make sure that I didn't het too excited about this whole thing in the first place. Besides, if Katniss found out that I was seeing her daughter, secretly and alone in the woods, she would kill me. Then she would kill me again for not coming straight to visit her when I got to District 12.

Oh, well, I never got anywhere with out taking risks.

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A/N:

Yay the first chapters over! Was it good? Bad? Let me know. PLEASE review, they make my day. Remember the imaginary cookies.

Anyway, I'll probably update next Tuesday, but only if I get a couple reviews.

Thanks.

P.S. I feel like the title will become completely irrelevant soon. Sorry to anyone who thought this might be about the anime, or an extremely depressed Gale who was dumped over and over for his obsession with the girl he loved.