A/N: Hey, It's Brighton. I am procrastinating on TKAM right now, because I was working on this story. I really hope you guys like it. Now, On with the story!

I am not Suzanne Collins... that's all I have to say.

The sound of the alarm clock shocks me out of sleep. No nightmares, I notice, which is a first for me. I get up out of bed and start putting on my clothes. I tiptoe past Annie's room, who is still fast asleep. I grab a nutrition bar and tennis shoes and walk out onto the beach.

Jogging every morning helps. I can clear my head before I start the day. Plus, it's been a miracle worker for my abs. For some reason, I think I can tackle the water issue if I run closer and closer to the ocean each day. So far, I'm 10 feet away from the water. Not bad.

I moved here to help Annie get through everything. After Katniss was arrested for shooting Coin, Annie started getting sick. She was throwing up constantly, slept half the day and she spent hours at a time delirious. She was pregnant. No one could believe it, not even her. She moved back into her and Finnick's victor house. The doctors decided she wasn't fit to care for herself and her unborn child, so I moved in with her. It's not like I had anything to go back to in seven. Just an empty house and an emotionless town with no one to care about.

After about an hour on the beach, I head home to get some breakfast and get started on the rest of the day. I get back and go to wake up Annie. I make no effort to conceal noise when I enter her room.

"Rise and shine, sweet cheeks." My voice is full of extra sarcasm today, I have no idea why. Annie rolls over and looks at me groggily.

"Why must I be up at this hour again?"

"First of all, its nine o'clock, not that early and you have to be up for your doctor's appointment at 11."

"Blah" I help her up, as she's getting bigger every day. Five months now. Her mental state is a lot better too; I think her first trimester was the hardest on her.

I start pouring me and Annie some cereal, while she reads the capitol paper. The TV was on, with some new Capitol show. Ever since the rebellion, Plutarch kept himself busy with these new reality shows. At least no one's dying.

"... The people vs. Katniss Everdeen on one count of murder in the 1st degree. Counsel, how does your client plead?"

"Your Honor, my client at the moment is unable to stand trial because of her mental deterioration, so she pleads not guilty by reason of mental disease or defect."

Both Annie and I whip around and look at the television. It was Katniss' trial for executing Coin.

"I never understood why she did it." I say nonchalantly. "But there must be a good reason."

"Maybe she didn't want those games to happen." That stops me for a second. We all voted. I voted yes but Annie voted no. She didn't speak to me the rest of that day.

"She voted yes."

"People can change their minds. There shouldn't be death to enforce good."

"There should be revenge."

"On the innocent?!" She's getting upset now.

"Look. Maybe it wasn't the best idea, but all I'm saying is her reasoning was rash..." Annie looks up and gives me a look. "And, in the slightest chance you were right, she was justified to kill Coin." She smirks and I resume eating and watching her trial.

"... Tell me, Dr. Aurielus, Why is Ms. Everdeen not responsible for her actions?"

"Katniss had been having mental breakdowns due to her extreme stress. She had been through several traumatic events in 2 years, including being a tribute in 2 hunger games, watching a dear friend undergo a massive neurological torture treatment, partake in combat and her young sister dying at the age of fourteen. She developed post traumatic stress disorder, which caused her to detach and isolate herself from others. She was not, as you say, in her right mind. Therefore because of her mental status, she is incapable of accounting for her actions."

"Thank you doctor. Your witness, counselor-" I turn the TV off, after losing interest.

"Come on, we need to get to your doctor's appointment."

After the war, district 4 built a hospital where there used to be a fish packaging factory. It was completely new to the citizens of Four, who were used to small apothecaries to treat injuries they got from getting caught in the nets. It was new to me, where I was used to having to bandage up my own cuts when I got in the way of someone's ax.

Once we get there, a nurse sends us up to the obstetrician, who I guess is like a midwife. Annie signs in and we wait.

"You didn't have to come, you know. I am perfectly capable of doing this on my own."

I shrug and pick up someone's paper. "I would be bored today if I didn't. And we're friends. And friends don't let friends go somewhere where they can sit there all alone and a little bit pathetic."

She smiles. "Thanks."

"Annie Odair." The nurse calls her up and I help Annie out of her chair.

The nurse walks us over to a tiny room with a large chair in the middle with a monitor next to it. Annie gets in the big chair, and I plop down into a stool on the side. The doctor comes in, reading a chart.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Everdeen and I will be giving you an ultrasound today Mrs..." She stops for a minute and looks up. "Annie."

For some reason, the name didn't register the first time, but I recognize her from Thirteen. Katniss' mother. She looks thinner, older. I guess that's what happens when you lose a child and are currently watching one going on trial for murder. I could imagine her pain. But not really.

"Lorraine. I didn't know you would be here in 4."

"I helped with the hospital. They needed doctors to work here so... Here I am. Nice you see you again Johanna."

"Hey."

Lorraine sits down and starts working on Annie. She squirts some gel on her bump and rubs a remote connected to the monitor over the gel.

"I'm just going to check the heart beat of the baby and based on how far along you are, we can find out the sex of your baby, if you want."

"I didn't know they could do that."

"Capitol technology. Never had this back in Twelve. So Annie, do want to know if it's a boy or girl?"

She looks up from her vacant stare which I just noticed. "Sure. I want to know." I can tell. She wishes Finnick were here with her. I do too. She shouldn't have to go through this a single mother. I may be here, but I won't be a parent. It's not the same. I need to stop thinking about this.

"I saw some of the trial today."

Lorraine looks up. "Yeah. I watched it too. Right now, everyone is waiting for the verdict. They say it'll be later this evening or tomorrow morning. It's hard. Watching her go through that, but we'll all get through it." A faint thudding is coming from the monitor and Annie glues her eyes to it.

"Is that the heart beat?!"

"Yep. Now you should be able to see the baby right... Now." A grainy image appears. I see a head, but not much after that. It's all a blurry object to me. Nevertheless, Annie's still in awe.

"And it's... A boy. Congrats."

A boy. A little Finnick. Who will probably look exactly like him. Annie's staring blankly at the wall and I know she's thinking the exact same thing. But, I don't know how she can even deal with this. She wasn't even married to him for 2 months. Not enough time.

As Lorraine helps her with vitamins, I realize something. There really isn't enough time for anything anymore. Annie's now pregnant, but I still see the little shell shocked girl who won the games solely on the ability to swim.

Hopefully there's enough time to heal.

A/N: Please R&R! I have been wanting to do a post-mockinjay story for a while and I really hope this turns out well.