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Healing - Peeta/Jenis

Jenis slowly opened her eyes and saw Peeta beside her. For a second, she thought she was merely dreaming because this picture had shown up in her dreams so many times before. Then she heard the steady beeping of the heart monitor and blinked a few more times before realizing what she saw was real. Peeta had stayed with her all night, just like he had promised. Jenis smiled and looked at the clock. It was past noon and Peeta was still fast asleep with his arms around her. 

The door slowly opened and Jenis recognized the man as the doctor who had brought her to this room the day before. “How are you feeling?” he asked softly, trying not to wake up the poor man who had had to sleep in a hospital bed all night. Jenis took a few seconds and then replied, “better I guess.” She noticed the shaking had stopped and she no longer felt like she was freezing, even without the blankets wrapped around her. “Am I done? May I go home?” she asked desperately. The doctor simply shook his head, “we have a little more work to do. You’ll go home soon, later today. Now, though, you’ll have to come with me for some more tests.”

A team of nurses quietly tiptoed into the room and released Jenis from all the chords and wires and the doctor waved for her to come with him. “Wait,” she whispered, “I…I don’t want to go without him..” she said quietly. The doctor raised his eyebrows slowly but then allowed her to wake him up.  

Gently, she moved her body slightly and kissed him softly as she always used to when she woke up before him, not bothered this time by the oxygen since it had been removed. “Peeta,” she said softly, “Peeta wake up.”

Peeta/Jenis - This Calls For A Celebration

Jenis had finally done it. She had finished cutting her first album and it was ready for release. There was a Captiol Couture article about her that would soon be published, and she was beyond excited. They finished for the day and Jenis was given a huge bottle of champagne as a gift from Evie for working so hard. 

After finally getting home, she walked through the door. “Peeta, where are you?!” she yelled with a grin on her face. “My album’s finished!” she exclaimed excitedly. Jenis wasn’t even high and she felt so excited and happy. 

In run-up to assembly poll, political parties are leaving no stone unturned to catch a glimpse of the voters. In one such attempt, the Congress is trying to attract the voters through two cartoon characters “Jeeta” and “Jaggi”.

The party has started a comprehensive advertising campaign by putting up billboards featuring these two characters at various parts of Ludhiana.

Peeta/Jenis - Mending

Jenis smirked up at him when he winked. She couldn’t help but wonder if Peeta was interested in asking her to marry him so she watched his face carefully, curious. He had made his previous comment, so he must’ve thought about it once.

She watched as he laughed and laughed along with him, grinning and watching him as she sat there on the counter top with her guitar in her hands, her fingers playing idly with its strings. “Oh yes, mentor. Please tell me all you know about boiling pasta!” she grinned,  kicking her legs playfully. 

Watching him as he cut up the chicken, she saw the expression on his face and could tell he was thinking about it. “A funny idea, huh? Us married. Mr. and Mrs. Mellark,” she said as she looked at her guitar, pondering the idea. Jenis, the broken girl, the recovering drug addict, the ex-stripper, a (possibly) soon to be rockstar who came out of nowhere along with Peeta, the broken boy, the man who had won the 74th and survived the Quell,  the man who had been hijaked, the rebel, the Victor, the soldier, the baker. They seemed like such an odd couple from the outside, and Jenis never imagined she would fall so in love with Peeta, but she had and she knew deep in her heart now that he loved her, too. 

She sighed at his question, I can do better than tell you about it. I can sing it for you. Jenis sat there and sang while she played her guitar, playing the song she had written.

“Somebody mixed my medicine
Somebody mixed my medicine

Where you hurt where you sleep
And you sleep where you lie
Now you’re in deep and
now you’re gonna cry
You got a woman to your left
and a boy to your right
Start to sweat so hold me tighter

Somebody mixed my medicine
I don’t know what I’m on
Somebody mixed my medicine
But baby it’s all gone
Somebody mixed my medicine
Somebody’s in my head again
Somebody mixed my medicine again, again

I’ll drink what you leak
And I’ll smoke what you sigh
Straight across the room with a look in your eye
I got a man to his left and a girl to hers right
Start to sweat so hold me tighter

Somebody mixed my medicine
I don’t know what I’m on
Somebody mixed my medicine
But baby it’s all gone
Somebody mixed my medicine

Somebody’s in my head again
Somebody mixed my medicine again, again

There’s a tiger in the room
and a baby in the closet
For another drink mom
I don’t even want it
Then I turn around and think I see
someone that looks like you

Where you hurt where you sleep
You sleep where you lie
Now you’re in deep and
now you’re gonna cry
You got a woman to your left
and a boy to your right
Start to sweat so hold me tighter

Somebody mixed my medicine
I don’t know what I’m on
Somebody mixed my medicine
But baby it’s all gone
Somebody mixed my medicine
Somebody’s in my head again
Somebody mixed my medicine
again

Somebody mixed my medicine 
Somebody’s in my head again
Somebody mixed my medicine
again…”

Jenis looked up at him. “Just reflecting,” she said casually, but knew that Peeta may be bothered by the lyrics.  

Peeta/Jenis - Stumbling Home

Jenis had a very, very long day. She had woken up early to go do a photoshoot in the Capitol. They had her dressed in clad clothing with her dark makeup and looking ferociously at the camera. Directly afterwards Evie took her to the studio and reviewed her lyrics. “Hmm, they’re not quite there. We need crazy, Jenis, you’re a firecracker that can’t be tamed,” Evie said with a sigh. She took a joint out of her purse and lit it up. After taking a puff she handed it to Jenis. “Relax, let your mind get creative,” she said with a smirk. Not about to offer up a joint given current circumstances, she took the joint and they passed it back and forth. They ended up getting stoned and came up with better lyrics. Jenis recorded 4 tracks and realized it was night. Time passed and she didn’t even realize. “Fuck, I need to go, it’s late. Peeta’ll be worried,” she said with a sigh. 

Evie sighed and nodded, figuring she should go home too. She had a life as well, after all. They both left and as Jenis got into her limo to go back to the apartment, she realized how stoned she was and bursted out in laughter. She grabbed some perfume from her purse and sprayed herself, hoping to mask the smell. The door was opened for her and she walked through the paparazzi with sunglasses on. She went up and opened the door. “I’m hooooome!” she sang throughout the apartment, laughing. 

Peeta/Jenis

Peeta tried his best to explain love to her. He felt that way about her. That sank in as they were entranced by each other’s eyes. More tears followed and she put her hand on his cheek, the other on his shoulder, “then I do. I…I love you, Peeta,” she shrugged laughing and crying. How had she done it? How had she found love after so much abuse? And how did she end up with Peeta, a Victor, a man who fought in the rebellion. She wiped her eyes and kissed him again so passionately that she felt like her heart was going to burst. Jenis was in love with Peeta and never wanted him to leave her. She needed him. 

Peeta/Jenis - Scared

Jenis felt as Peeta climbed into the bed and tugged lightly at the blanket. She opened her eyes and listened but still the pang, the pang those scared eyes gave her. Was he lying to make her feel better? Maybe he was only trying to use her like all the other men in her life. She shook her head at her own thoughts. That wasn’t who Peeta was. 

She slowly inched up to him, placing her head on his chest. “Never look at me like that again, okay?” she said, avoiding his gaze completely. Jenis was afraid to look into those eyes again. Would that look still be there? A few seconds of quiet passed and then she asked, “are you sure you want this to be your life? Are you sure you wanted to give me that ring yesterday? Because one day I might get pregnant and even want to keep it,” she scoffed and sniffled quietly. Jenis was so deeply in love with Peeta. Seeing him look like that hurt her already bruised heart. 

Peeta/Jenis - The Studio

Jenis’ eyes slowly opened and she blinked a few times to adjust to the sunlight. She rubbed them softly and then saw that Peeta was still asleep. ‘Of course,’ she thought to herself as she rolled her eyes. Once again, Peeta held his protective arms around Jenis and left very little wiggle room. However, she somehow escaped. 

She took a look at the clock and realized it was past noon. They had both slept in late. Jenis remembered why when she looked at her left hand. There, on her ring finger, was a gloriously beautiful diamond ring that he had given her the night previously. Peeta had asked her to marry him and she said yes. Jenis smiled at the ring and a smirk grew across her face.

Taking a running start, she jumped on top of him on the bed and kissed him sweetly. Because her body was so small and frail, it made little to no impact. “Wake up, lazy,” she teased as her lips caressed his face and bare chest. 

Peeta/Jenis - Relapsing

Jenis felt so bad. Nightmares. She knew what they were like, she had them, too. “I have nightmares, too. I guess..” she sighed and caressed his cheek with her finger tip, running it slowly down the side of his face and down his jaw, “I guess in a way we’re both relapsing.” She groaned gently, “I smoked a little, I didn’t take any pills. You can’t even experience physical withdrawal with what I used,” she sighed, “I’m not going that far. I went to the doctor today and met with this guy who’s going to help me. He is. Please don’t imagine me shoving pills down my throat because I’m not,” she said with determination. Jenis was telling the truth and she really hoped Peeta could see that. “Work will settle down now. I don’t have to write anymore all I have to do is sing and do publicity which isn’t that bad,” she shrugged, “the pressure of the album isn’t so strong anymore.”

Taking a deep breath she kissed him passionately, cupping his face in her hands and so happy that he was hopefully beginning to understand. “I love you so much,” she said softly as they broke apart. 

Peeta/Jenis

The morning came and for once when the light hit her eyes, it didn’t hurt. Her head didn’t pound. She was a little drowsy, but she figured that would wear off eventually. Jenis was wrapped in Peeta’s arms and she smiled because he was smiling in his sleep. She gave him the softest peck on the lips and carefully got out of his arms. 

Jenis wanted a cigarette. Jenis wanted alcohol. Jenis wanted drugs. She squeezed her eyes shut and slithered out of the bed, walking into the living room. He had to have one. Everyone has one, right? They’re so convenient to have.

She opened what seemed to be like every empty drawer to find none. Jenis laid on the floor and then remembered she had put hers in her purse. She went over to her purse and found it, her beat up tennis ball. Jenis smiled and then she saw them. The drugs she had in her purse, waiting, whispering to her. 

It took all of her strength but she threw the purse across the room, far away. At least she had found her ball. She sat on the floor and quietly bounced the ball off of the wall, catching it, and then throwing it back. This had always helped Jenis keep calm or at least escape from her thoughts. It helped her keep her mind occupied so that she wouldn’t think of the drugs that were only a few meters away. 

Just then, she saw Peeta walking out of the bedroom in his boxers. “Good morning,” she smiled as she continued to bounce her ball.