[Authors Note]

So how'd you like that last chapter guys? Did you pick up on any hints?  Like...the title of the chapter? ;)

Stay classy?

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Quinn jolted awake, she looked around as she pushed herself up from the ground. She let out a long sigh of relief when she realised that she was completely alone. After a moment, she glanced up at the sky through the trees-- the clouds were beginning to turn pink. She hadn't even felt herself lay down, and she didn't really notice that she fell asleep. So after she knew that she was awake, she pushed herself up onto her feet and brushed herself off before she hurried to make her way back to the compound.

It didn't take her too long to get there. She pulled the door open, and then hurried down the two flights of stairs before going through the door at the bottom to reveal the small room, and the woman working away at the desk. She looked up towards Quinn, raising an eyebrow sharply and then a small smile creeping along her lips.

"I saw nothing," she said kindly as Quinn shut the door behind her. Quinn gave her a small nod.

As she walked by she decided to ask what time it was. So she'd know where she should go.

"It's nearly six," she replied, "You were out there for quite some time. I was about to send someone out for you." she said simply as Quinn passed her and made her way to the elevator. If it was almost six, then it was just towards the last quarter of dinner.

Quinn stood against the back wall of the elevator. She couldn't get her nightmare out of her head, she couldn't forget the lifeless look in Orion's eyes. She had to keep telling herself that it had only need a dream, it had been nothing more than a dream. But it had seemed so real, it felt so real. Quinn shook the thought of the nightmare out of the front of her mind, and she readied herself to step out of the elevator so she could go to the cafeteria, as if she was just late for the meal. She made her way past the  citizens of Thirteen, and then grabbed a tray and went to get her dinner.

The food was never very appetising. But it was even less appealing now, she felt sick to her stomach-- the thought of actually losing Orion was more than she could stand. She had nearly lost him before they got to Thirteen, then she almost lost him in the arena-- if she actually lost him, she didn't know what she'd do.

"Quinn!" she scanned the crowd of people who were still eating, and finally, her eyes landed on Dylan waving her over to a table that Skyler, Orion, Arcturus, and herself had claimed as their own.

Quinn made her way towards them and took a seat next to Dylan.

"Where've you been?" Orion asked as soon as she lowered herself into her seat.

"I fell asleep," she replied. It wasn't a lie, she had fallen asleep. Orion didn't seem entirely pleased with the answer but he didn't push the subject. She settled herself in her seat, and kept taking glances across the table towards Orion-- as if he was going to disappear, or like he wasn't really there and it was all still part of the dream.

Dylan raised an eyebrow sharply, "Did you hear that Coin wants to talk to everyone after dinner?" she asked, changing the subject but also checking to see if Quinn had really been asleep.

Quinn shook her head no and began poking at her food. "About what?" she asked in between bites.

Dylan shrugged, and then her eyes flicked to Skyler who sat next to Orion. "Do you have any idea?"

She shook her head, "I missed that meeting." she replied, and then Dylan's eyes moved to Orion.

He avoided looking at them, instead just shrugging as if it would dismiss him from the conversation. But nobody pressed the matter, nobody urged him to say if he really knew anything. So instead they ate their food, Dylan and Skyler talking about the interviews that had been broadcasted the day before with Agathias and Peeta-- Agathias said nothing provocative. He mainly just spoke about their alliance. Peeta however, sent the population of Thirteen into an uproar-- he had been labeled a traitor. All of the Victor's had been, because if Peeta could call for ceasefire, what could the other Victor's be saying. Quinn had tried not to think of Ciruss being labeled that-- he had been caught with rebels once before and he had still been trusted. They must have trusted him enough then, there was no reason they shouldn't again.

Quinn was listening into the conversation between Arcturus and Orion-- they were busy chatting about things they had done in the Capitol. Dylan seemed to be more interested in the little stories about what they did just to make the officials angry. She hadn't been too happy about more Capitol people being there at first, it she easily adjusted to it. They wouldn't have been there unless they wanted to help in some way. Skyler seemed to only be half listening. Towards the last few minutes of dinner, just as Quinn was about to leave the table to get rid of the bland mush that she hadn't eaten because of the faint smell of wild mushrooms, Gale Hawthorne approached the table.

Quinn looked him up and down, she hadn't seen him anywhere in Thirteen. She had assumed he hadn't made it out of Twelve. She hadn't seen him since they left Twelve, and he didn't look half bad either. In Twelve, he had a big build, but he didn't look exceptionally healthy either. But in Thirteen, since the survivors of Twelve had been given a bit of extra care, they all looked much better. So Gale was no exception.

"It's been awhile," he stated, a small small spreading across his face.

Quinn nodded, "Yeah," she paused, "I didn't know you made it out of Twelve. I haven't seen you around at all."

"You also haven't left your compartment all that much in your down time," Dylan pointed out.

"Commands' just kept me busy too." he shrugged.

Quinn raised an eyebrow.

"You're part of command?" Orion asked before Quinn could.

Gale sighed as he nodded, "Yeah, me and a few others who helped people get out of Twelve were asked to join."

"Gale deserves it," Skyler piped up, "If it wasn't for him, there wouldn't have been anyone else to help."

Gale cleared his throat a bit uncomfortably. "Anyway," he paused, "President Coin wanted to see you in command." he said, looking down at Quinn.

She let out a long huff of air, full of frustration. She was nearly done with the day, and she had nearly gone through the entire day without having to talk to Command.

"Okay," she said finally, "I was just getting done here anyways." she added as she turned around in her seat and picked up her tray.

Quinn walked with Gale, and quickly dropped off her tray before following him towards command.

"How do you like Thirteen?" Gale asked as they stepped onto the elevator.

She shrugged, "I'd like it more if Coin didn't keep talking to me." she replied.

Gale chuckled, "She's just on a mission," he retorted.

"Do you know what this is about?" Quinn asked.

"No," he stated as he shook his head no. "I was meeting with Command about the arsenal and Beetee's plans-"

"Plans for what?" Quinn asked before he could keep talking.

"New weapons," he said simply, Quinn nodded a bit. "And she just asked if I could bring you there."