A/N This is my first fanfic, Katniss and Gale, planning fluff in chapter 2. Comments are appreciated! I don't mind constructive criticism. Enjoy :)

Running, panting, never stopping. These were the only things I've been aware of for the past few weeks. My few waking hours are a mysterious blur that no amount of puzzling over will unravel. I know the frantic feeling of being chased is a dream but it's never ending, inescapable. I realize that they must be inducing this wake-less sleep but there is nothing I can do to stop it.

The last thing I remember is my capture...right after the horrible argument with Gale at the abandoned cottage. I ran out right behind him, desperate to make him see sense, to put the rebellion out of his mind once and for all.

I don't mean to say that I agree with the Capitol, quite the opposite actually, but my sense of preservation is too strong for me to ignore. I survived the Hunger Games by relying on my instincts for too long for me to just up and ignore them. Opposing the Capitol is suicide; the Hunger Games mere existence is proof! A reminder of the last rebellion with it's less than sought after results.

I ran through the forest following his trail easily, he's almost undetectable but I've been hunting with him for a long time, enough to recognize his trail. I can hear him up ahead, planning district twelve's rebellion under his breath, already planning who to tell first and who could organize what. I'm rushing up to him, almost there, when it happens. Everything around me is vibrating, at first I think I'm getting dizzy from running too fast but when the hovercraft starts revealing itself everything becomes clear. President Snow has changed his mind about letting me live freely, I'm sure of it, this hovercraft has been sent for the sole purpose of capturing me, dead or alive.

The metal claw that swoops down swiftly and silently is the same as the one used for removing the dead tributes in the arena, as it makes its way towards me I realize that running is futile, the hovercraft with its claw is too fast for me to outrun. I scream for Gale and the claw grabs me around my waist just as he's turning around. The last thing I see before the claw injects me with my first, but not last, dose of sleep inducer is his confused anguished face and his hand reaching out for me as he runs towards me, knowing that he won't be able to reach me in time.

I'm jolted awake by a searing pain in my arm. As I groggily awake my mind registers someone leaning over my bed. Gale!

"Catnip," He breathes into my hair as he pulls me to his chest roughly.

Happy but getting extremely confused I pull back to look at him.

"Where am I? What's going on?" I ask groggily

Ignoring my question her stands up glancing at the door and window overlooking the hallway worriedly.

"Come on, we have to move, quickly," he says pulling me up from the hospital bed "I'll tell you everything on the way out." He promises.

Instead of heading for the door Gale pulls me towards the opposite wall where a window showing a view of the intricate buildings making up the Capitol sits open, letting in a slight breeze.

Stopping he turns to me, his deep grey eyes looking serious, "Do you trust me?" he asks

I start getting worried, Gale isn't the type to throw around words as serious as those unless he was planning something really dangerous.

Still, I answer confidently "I Trust you with my life, you know that Gale."

"Then you have to do exactly as I say" he says as he pushes back the curtains and opens the window as far as it will go. Turning back he says the last thing I was expecting, what with my less than alert state.

"We have to jump out the window"

"Just trust me" He says, intertwining his hand in mine as he pulls me to the open window, letting go only to hoist himself onto the sill before helping me up.

He doesn't give me a chance to react, or more importantly object, before diving out the window, still holding my hand, pulling me down with him.

At first, all I see is the ground speeding up to meet me, the air rushing past my ears blotting out everything else, then everything disappears, darkness surrounds me.

Am I dead? Is this what death feels like? This is all I can think of to explain the sudden stop to everything. Then my brain starts to register the feel of Gale's warm hand still enclosing mine, the dim light starting to turn on above us, the pain in my ribs and the shadow standing over us.

A/N Duh duh duuuuh, plz don't forget to R&R any comments are appreciated, posting chapter two within the next few days hopefully :)

Also, although it looks kinda short here its nearly 3 pages on word :(

P.S. Anonymous reviews are allowed :)