A/N:- The beginning of what might be a failed fanfic if you guys seriously won't support me. 'Cause I am not cut out for long thought processes.

Disclaimer:- If I was Suzanne Collins, I would rather be sitting in the studio where Catching Fire...Oops, The Hunger Games : Catching Fire (how dumb can people get? ) was being shot and be gawking at Liam Hemsworth, but no such luck. So unfortunately not only do I not get to gawk at Liam Hemsworth but I also don't own the Hunger Games.

"No disrespect meant sir but I—"

"Then that's it."

"But—"

The full force of Gale's rage focused on the young man who stood quaking in his boots.

"When I ask you to arrange the supplies as per my recommendations you take it as an order and NOT A REQUEST! AM I MAKING MYSELF CLEAR?" his voice boomed, resonating strongly in the entire room. Like he needed that to happen.

"Y-Yes. I apologize. I will get to it right aw-away," the soldier scurried away, relieved to be leaving a room dominated by the most reputed General of Panem.

Gale rubbed at his face, tired at watching the various map strewn haphazardly on his desk. He was, as he liked to quote, a man of action and not a man of words. And words they gave him. Reports over reports were stacked on his desk, waiting for him to just read them and get it over with. But damn those words did make him feel dizzy. Groaning, his face fell in his hands. Was it a bad thing that he missed the days of war when he was up and about in action?

A knock subsequently made him utter a frustrated 'come in'.

"Have you seen Beetee yet? He has been asking for you since ages, Gale. You have got to go meet him," a young yet handsome face popped up from behind the door.

"I know, I know. And you are suppose to address me as 'General Hawthorne' Yohan," Gale mummered into his hands irritably. He had meant it. If he was caught addressing Gale as such, he would land himself in deep trouble. Base protocols.

Overtime Gale had been responsible for training Yohan as soon as he was recruited in the defense department. Snares being his specialty, he was placed under Gale's care as soon as he was officially cleared from the training regiment. Despite being the hard as a rock commander for Yohan, the two developed a nameless relationship overtime.

He pulled the hair on the back of his neck, nodding at him peevishly, "I forget. Anyways, when are you going exactly?"

"I was gonna—after I was done with these reports," he said with a dismissal wave of his hands.

"And when exactly are you going to start ?"

"Don't even get me to start..."

"Fine. I will see you at the Panem Fest. Have a date yet?" Smirking knowingly that even though he could have anyone he want, Gale won't give a damn about what to wear, let alone a date to take with him.

Gale looked at him with a look alone that said 'Get lost' which was more than what was need.

1 year, 8 months and 13 days. And still he can't get over Katniss. It was pathetic of him to be delving over something that was gone. Already taken by someone else. Not that he wanted Katniss in that sort of way. But still, he would want her to at least talk to him. Tell him that it wasn't his fault entirely even though he knew it was. Be the best friend she was before she met Mellark.

He sighed at his figure, staring back at him in the mirror. The war definetly changed the world for better. But whose to say the same was for him? He was as physically fit as he could be. Training did that too him. His hair grew a bit into his eyes but still not long enough to be cut. His tan rather paled in comparison to what he had going in District 12 by the lack of the scorching sun. But the most haunting of them all, were the eyes. Empty and lacking compassion, staring right back into his. He was definetly not the Gale Hawthorne he was back then.

After minutes of struggle, he left the tie hanging around his black suit with a white undershirt and black pants. With one quick look up and down, he deemed himself well dressed and made his way to the kitchen counter where he prepared himself a cup of coffee.

A quick glance at the clock told him he had enough time till the Fest to spare. Picking up the newspaper, he quickly scanned the headlines as he sipped his hot coffee patiently.

Rehabilitation and Reconstruction in Progress:

It seems as if the work for recovery is in full swing as the new government of Panem (now officially named as New Panem) headed by President Paylor takes up various projects as the immediate objectives to restore the once lost facade of Panem. Aided by the most capable Generals of all time, the word has been received that the project will hereafter take more of six months to finally complete. It is to ...

Yeah, yeah. He does not need to know that. He himself was the one to give the deadline of six months to the committee responsible for recovery.

Defense Department to finally make an official appearance:

Though the once persisting dangers have been uprooted from its very source, the new government has taken the initiative to form a defense alliance which has today officially been announced to have been named "MOD-F". Headed by the once significant war hero and known as Mockingjay's cousin, General Gale Hawthorne seems to yet play a significant role in reconstructing the Panem as he was last seen in District 8 rebuilding the demolished Justice Building (Second from right along with First Lieutenant Risa Hawkeye)...

He did nothing. Absolutely nothing. They won't let him! All he did in District 8 was issue orders as to what would be the most efficient way to reconstruct and direct the allocation of supplies. That's all he seems to be doing lately. No action. His life was as boring as the dirt.

The newspaper had nothing new. Or rather nothing true. They just kept on blabbering what he already knew. What they really liked was to take things up a notch (That was a huge understatement). Especially the celebrity section was a torture to Gale. Even if he would be seen as much as talking to a girl, the media won't lose the opportunity to make it up into some sort of Celeb Gossip, turning him into all time favorite bachelor.

While he had been buried in his stacks of folders and notes to read, his alter ego—a clear media invention—had been galloping around, fraternizing with every single female that came into his contact. Only those close to him, knew how true the news were but still that didn't stop the female population of the entire District from running after him. Clearly he was fed up of it. He had nothing to offer than money to his suitor which back then was the only thing holding him off from having a serious relationship. Oh wrong he was back then.

As he was just about to turn the newspaper's last page over he stopped abruptly having read the word 'Mockingjay'.

MOCKINGJAY ON HER WAY TO MARRIAGE :

Though, it hasn't been officially announced, it is believed that Mockingjay has finally taken the decision to marry her once district tribute partner Peeta Mellark after days of waiting. The rumors have definetly been evoked as a result of the couple being seen together at the dress store looking at a brand new designed wedding gown. When asked as such, the former Hunger Games Victor denied any speculations and says she is yet to think it through. The pair of Victors are very tight-lipped and have so far denied every rumor that proposes the though of them getting married. But who knows, we might have a Jr. Mockingjay running around in no time.

He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't. Katniss, his Catnip. Even thinking about getting married. He knows the circumstances are different and he can't hold her to her verdict she pronounced when she was just 13 or so but still it feels like a stab of jealousy. It's the same way he felt when she got protective over her prep team. The same way when she unknowingly showed that she cared about Haymitch and Peeta as much as she cared about her sister, mom and him. It only used to be him she trusted blindly outside her family. And then she was whisked off to those pathetic games were she developed feelings for far more people than she had even ever talked to. Haymitch, Peeta, Cinna, her prep team. She even freaking got attached to that annoyingly bubbly Effie Trinket. It was as if she was a different person entirely.

Nothing in his life was the same anymore. The only thing that mattered to him was his mom, who now he chose to ignore considering he couldn't look her in the eye with what things he had done. The burden he shouldered by doing the things he should have never done. Posy and Vick. and most of all Rory. Gale knew even before Rory officially announced that he was in love with Primrose Everdeen. And he just didn't wish to see the anguish in his brother's eyes. And so he left. Fled the place as if it was on fire the day it was during the bombings.

Irritable knocking sounding from the door made him halt in his train of thoughts. These moments were increasing alarmingly, the moments where he would just think and think so much so that it ends up taking hours of his time, leaving him with nothing but more of regrets to condemn.

The knock resounded once again.

He made a quick dash to the door before the pounding of the door echo-ed in his already pounding headache only to see his first lieutenant waiting on the other sideof the door.

"Were you trying to get me to grow young?" Risa Haweye stood strong and tall, yet charmingly beautiful in her black, slick, sparkling dress.

"Yes, because you needed that," Gale smirked only to get a playful push as a reply.

Making her way inside the house, she could see he was half way done, drinking his coffee.

"Are you done? We are already running late. And it wouldn't be fitting for the General of MOD-F to come late at a party held to celebrate his own grandeur,"

Patting her hair after getting a sideways look at her reflection in the full length mirror wall in his dining room, she made her way towards him, huffing the entire time.

"And you don't even know how to tie ties, Great!"

"Sorry, it wasn't in my job description to know how to tie ties," he replied smugly as he threw a glance at his watch.

They were late, alright.

Running her hand through his mussed hair which he didn't care to put into place, she sighed.

"There. Done." she started to make her way towards the door when she felt a tug at her wrists. She turned around to see Gale looking at her intently.

"Thanks, for asking me out for this one."

A warm smile graced her features as she jerked her hand free from Gale's grip.

"Flirt." This made him smile wider.

"And anyways, who was gonna ask you? I did you a favor,"

"Oh puh-lease, I could have had anyone. It's just that I didn't find the right partner yet," he made his way across his living room and quickly picking up his car and house keys.

"Now, scat. Or else we will be late than we already are," she said as he pulled close the door to his home.

It was a good half and hour drive to the Justice building where they were holding the banquet. The noise could be heard three klicks from downtown. It, in no way, resembled a party held in honor of the fall of the Capitol. It seemed like a party of a teen striking the age of 18. Drinkings being sloshed around by various personals being invited Panem over to join the supposedly auspicious moment of victory. Food being served in enormous amount, adequate enough for the number of people living on this planet.

But Gale made no sense of it as he directly made his way to the bar, ordering himself a strong wine to begin with. He was in no mood for celebrating. Risa visibly slackened, having no control of the situation whatsoever and made her way towards her friends standing at some other point in the room.

At some point of time, after downing 6 glasses already, he started to feel dizzy from the stifling heat occupying the room.

Air, he thought, I need air.

Stumbling across the room and bulldozing people out of his way, he made way towards the open balcony on the far side of the room that overlooked the District.

Breathtaking, he figured, leaning on the railing that stopped him from falling over.

The mountains in the far distance seemed to resemble the ones he used to climb with Katniss and wondered if he was already drunk beyond belief when he heard his name being called multiple times inside the room.

He turned to face the room, only to find pin-drop silence as people silently searched for him. He made his way to the center of the room where everyone seemed to have been facing.

What the hell on Panem is happening?

Breaking through the crowd, he was met with a young soldier along with Beetee who met his eyes instantly. They were not here to celebrate. Beetee was not a party person at all. And it was obvious enough from the lack of the party clothing but something else registered. And he figured something bad has happened from the way the young soldier was frantically searching for him. Beetee made his way to Gale cautiously so as to not disturb the festive mood of the audience who were back again partying.

"Gale, we need you to come to the command center...immediately," the urgency was all that was needed for Gale to make his way towards his coat on the bar counter which he assumed he had lost in the process of escaping some heat.

"What's happening?" Gale was surprised to find his voice commanding as ever, not even giving a slight hint about him being dead drunk a few moments ago.

"Something serious," Gale patiently waited for them to get out of the room before stopping Beetee, putting a rigid hand on his shoulder to turn him around.

"I said what's happening?" Gale stressed. He needed to know and he needed to know now. Beetee's tone of urgency was making him very nervous. If he would just tell him and get the thing across him then it might not turn out to be as bad as the thoughts going across his mind.

"Gale, Havok's dead."

A/N: Madge will come people. Don't expect her to just drop out of nowhere. She is dead. Give her sometime to revive :D

Anyways, now back to serious job.

The title 'Conspiracy of a Quisling' has a historical note to it. It refers to 'Vidkun Quisling' who was proved treasonous during WWII against his own country (Norway) when he allied with the Nazis. His name (Quisling) then became synonymous with the word 'traitor'. So my title basically means 'Conspiracy by a Traitor'.

Is there any part of the fanfic you had trouble figuring out? Let me know.

Should I continue? I know its boring but just let the momentum build up.

And tell me what do you think will happen now? Lets see what you guys think I think :D