Sorry for the long wait, I couldn't really think of good ideas, but I have some now. Btw, I do not own the hunger games.

Clove POV:

I'm running. I hear the growl of the mutts chasing me and I try to run to the Cornucopia, but I can't reach it. I'm running, but I can't go anywhere. I start to slow down because I'm tired and I hear the mutts more clearly. Then I feel claws sink into the back of my leg and I go down. The mutts surround me and one with blue eyes and blonde hair jumps on me with his fangs bared. Cato. I plead with him, but his mutt ignores me. Then he bits into me, I scream and scream for him to stop but he doesn't. I feel so much pain, but I'm not dead yet. Why am I not dead?

"Clove! Clove!" The mutt is yelling. "Clove!" I feel myself being pulled out of my dream, I'm being shaken awake. "Clove! Wake up!" he yells. I open my eyes in fear to see blue eyes looking at me.

"Don't hurt me," I say in a scared voice. The eyes soften and show confusion.

"Clove, why would I hurt you?" That's Cato's voice. Cato!

"Cato!" I yell, leaping onto him and hugging him tight. I can't stop myself, I start crying. Cato rubs gentle circles on the small of my back and rocks me.

"Would you like to tell me what happened?" he asks, pulling me away so I can look at him.

"I had a nightmare," I say. He understands. This has been going on for a long time. Either me or Cato would wake up from a nightmare and one of us has to comfort the other.

"It's okay Clove, It's okay," he says, kissing me. He lowers us into the bed so we're laying down. "Go to sleep Clove, I'm here, you're safe," I hug him tight until I fall asleep.

I wake up to the sound of moving. I sit up and look around to see Cato getting dressed.

"Morning," he says. "Any bad dreams?"

"Not since when you woke me up," I say, smiling slightly.

"That's good," he says, kissing me on the cheek.

"Where are you going?" I ask him while I watch him button his shirt.

"The market, we need eggs," he replies.

"Can I come?" I ask him.

"Of course!" he replies happily. I quickly put on jeans and one of Cato's sweatshirts. I brush my hair and teeth and run downstairs into Cato's arms.

"You're happy," he observes.

"When I'm with you I'm always happy," I say, entwining our fingers. We walk out to a flash of bright lights and yelling.

"Cato!"

"Clove!"

"Look here!"

"Are you guys in love?"

"What are you guys doing?"

"Where are you guys going?"

"Answer!"

So many cameras are surrounding us and Capital people are screaming for out attention. This has became a regular thing. We run over to our car and Cato lets me in first, then runs to his side and gets in.

"This is crazy," I say.

"The price of winning," he smiles goofily. We pull out of our drive way and go away from all the crazed cameramen.

What do you think? Slow start, but this is only the beginning. I have ideas for this story that I hope you'll like. If you have any suggestions or comments leave a review or PM me. Reviews please.