Sorry it took so long for me to update, writers block again. That and I've been typing for my SYOT, District 5 reaping up soon! I thought I'd do this chapter from a mentor's POV.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Hunger Games characters, but I do own Ivy Boston

~Brutus's POV~

The girl splashes water on her face after District 5's cannon sounds; I didn't even bother to learn her name. Or the boy's name either. Really, why focus on their names, when you could focus on personalities instead? The boy is easily angered, strong, and obviously self confident, good with spears, swords and hand to hand combat. The girl is fast, sarcastic, good with knifes, and lets her guard down easily. They're somewhat clever, but they act before thinking, which almost got the girl killed.

But really, they're oblivious. I don't know how they haven't realized that the two victors thing is just a setup by the Gamemakers. That they only made it up because of District 12. There is something, though, that makes me wonder. When I went to get a cup of coffee, the boy was going towards the field where the District 11 boy dwelled. When I came back, the fight was over, District 11 was dead, and the escort was smiling through tears. Was it a good fight or something? The District 12 boy died the night before, so why do they still have the rule?

Nothing's going on right now, so I guess I could watch recaps. In the Capitol, they make each Hunger Games into a DVD, the rest of the Games is still being taped, but I walk into another room and flip through the scenes until I find the one where the fight is. It's a pretty boring fight all in all, although the girl did watch from the shadows. I'm about to flip it off when they start talking and the 11 boy says something and smirks. Just as the girls mouth drops open, I spit my coffee out. Well, now I see why they didn't change the rules back.

~Ivy Boston's POV~ (A/N She's the female mentor for District 2, named after the vine/plant Boston Ivy)

I'm watching the Games, vigorously taking mental notes of everything, getting so wrapped up, I don't realize that Brutus isn't next to me.

"Tell me everything that happens, I'll be right back," I whisper to the escort.

I find Brutus in the next room, mouth hanging open, as he stares blankly at the TV. I switch it off.

"What are you doing?" I ask, putting my hand on my hips. "We're supposed to be watching the Games, seeing if Cato and Clove need sponsor gifts."

"Who?" he says, clearly not joking.

"Cato and Clove, the tributes, OUR tributes?" He didn't even know their names?

"I missed a part, and needed to see what it was," he answers sheepishly.

"The fight with Thresh? Well, then it's good you rewatched it." Finally showing some responsibility.

"Who?" I stand corrected. I let a long breath out and run one hand through my dark curled hair. "The District 11 male."

"Oh, right. Not much of a fight, eh?"

"The fight itself wasn't the turning point of our point of view of our tributes that I was looking for," I say flatly, folding my arms over my chest.

"That love thing is obviously an act, and it could lose sponsor points, right when they need them, Ivy."

He has got a point there. If it worked for District 12, it could work for them as well, and they need willing sponsors for the final three, when the Gamemakers draw them into battle. Only problem with his theory, I really don't think they're faking. I remember them before the Games started, bonding on the train, allies before dinner was even ready, talking on the chariots before they opened the gates, mostly together during training, even mentioning each other positively during Interviews, when Caesar Flickerman asked what they thought about district partners. Plus various moments during the earlier parts of the Games, it was quite obvious they were friends at the least. But everybody was so concentrated on District 12, almost nobody realized it. Even I wasn't that concerned until now.

"Yes, but Brutus, Cato didn't announce it, Thresh did."

"Well instead of lecturing me about it, why don't you watch the Games and see if your little romance plays out," he mutters, sipping his coffee.

"Oh my, the Games, I forgot! Come on, lets go," I realize walking rather quickly back into the previous room. I ask the escort, Finlee Westlyn, what we missed.

"Nothing really. Clove is laying on her stomach looking confused, and Cato isn't back yet; but we did get another sponsor," replies Finlee.

"Perfect, now we have enough to send them body armor, to deflect Katniss' arrows!" I say, typing on the sponsor pad, paying for body armor using the sponsor money. Now, if only there was a way to let Cato and Clove know about the false rule change.

~Brutus's POV~

I fix my gaze on the girl, or Clove, as I now know. She just lays on the ground, looking at the ground, fingers pressed against the sides of her head, looking confused. Well, doesn't someone look love struck I think. Cato still hasn't returned yet. The cameras switch to the girl from District 12, crying her head off. I don't see the body of her district partner, so the hovercraft must have picked it up when she was sleeping, because it doesn't look like she's been up and active lately.

She must be trying to stop her crying now, because she wipes her face with her sleeve and shakily stands up. The girl puts everything in one pack, grabs her bow and quiver of arrows then walks out of the cave slowly licking her lips. When she gets outside, she blocks her face from the sun, and looks at the bone dry stream. She looks surprised for a moment, then shakes her head and walks toward the direction that Cato and Clove's camp is.

I lean back in my chair, taking one last sip of my almost cold coffee, taking my mind off District 12. Looking back, I can't help wonder if Ivy was right about those two.

Over 1,000 words! I think this is my longest chapter yet! It's still will probably be short though T.T Thank you, TheBlackPages for your advice, it really helped! I'll update soon, writers block almost cleared!

-Monkey-