Chapter 1

"Good eeeeevening, Panem! And what a beautiful day indeed!" Caesar Flickerman turned around in his chair as his thundering voice boomed and echoed across the studio, beaming at his already roaring audience. He flicked his tongue along his lips in excitement. He'd been presenting the Hunger Games alongside Claudius for years now, but it - as the Games themselves - never ceased to amaze and excite him.

"Yes, it is, Caesar, though I feel like I must add that for a few lucky ones today has been a more than glorious day, isn't that right?" The audience's response to the Games' commentator Claudius Templesmith's comment was immediate and deafening, the surging roar seeming to come from all four sides of the studio at once. "Yeah, that's right! How many of you watched the Reaping for the 75th Hunger Games this morning?" Another roar from the crowd as several hands shot up into the air, most of which were covered in gloves of the brightest shades of all colours existent.

"Well, that is a funny question, Claudius, since watching it is, but is also not what we are doing here tonight!" This remark by Caesar brought a loud gasp from the audience as they waited for him to explain himself. The forest green-haired man shook his head theatrically, and lifted his gaze in order to stare straight at the camera, and the eyes of the audience at home. "No, no; you see, what we are doing is bringing you an in-depth view and analysis of the Reaping in each and every District including our comments on their chosen Tributes!" And in that moment half of the audience could have fainted, if not for the excitement of hearing more about the Tributes in this year's Games. "Entirely different, en-ti-re-ly different!" He shot them a pearl-white grin.

"Yes... Well, shall we begin, then?" Claudius enticed the viewers' curiosity further. "As I understand, Caesar - please, correct me if I'm wrong - we have in our hands Panem's third Quarter Quell, is that it?"

"Yes, that's right and it seems Head Gamemaker Mycroft Holmes is playing all his pawns and more, as we have all our Tributes being former Victors! And might I say: we have got ourselves some real fighters this year, beginning with the beautiful Irene Adler!" The crowd - and mostly the men - shouted their approvals as the screen behind the presenters shifted from the Capitol's symbol to some footage of the Reaping in District 1.

They briefly mentioned her cunning rise to victory and stunning good looks before moving on to the male Tribute, Jack Harkness, who was apparently already popular amongst girl viewers. They spoke of his abilities in full-frontal combat and his chances of winning again, then the screen showed District 2.

The female Tribute, River Song, was said to have the odds on her favour despite her misleading name, and little was said of the male Tribute.

There was not much to add to the astoundingly intelligent Healer Martha Jones or "Pretty Boy" Jim Moriarty, and even less to be said of Astrid Peth, but the men took a moment to discuss the subject of District 4 Tribute Sherlock Holmes.

"Now, what can you make of this one, Caesar?" Claudius wore a puzzled expression that, whether it was fake or not, was bought and quickly copied by the audience.

"I sincerely don't know; I mean, I have surely heard, as we all have, of Volunteers from so called 'career Districts', but I had never seen one that met such circumstances!" The crowd 'oohed' and 'aahed' in response to his confession. "This young man gave up his life to help an older man who has won the Games once - and could certainly do it again-," At this point he flashed his teeth at the camera. "and he is not even related in any manner to our dear Wilf! Actually, I daresay they have not met once! I bet he was just cuh-razy to play, and my advice to the other Tributes is to watch out for this one because, apparently, he is ON FIRE!" Another roar erupted from the crowd as they moved on to present the other Tributes.

From District 5 had apparently been Reaped 'the definitely not-unfairly named' Donna Noble and 'the completely unexpected - though cunning as a fox - victor who insisted on being called only' The Doctor, whose first victory had stunned all due to its unusual circumstances.

They quickly talked the audience through the Tributes from District 6, 7, 8 and 9, making few remarks, mostly on their chances of survival a second time. The ones that stood out the most were the clever and technical Christina de Souza, awfully hard to catch Donovan, the young but terribly fierce Jethro and the unlikely Victor Mickey Smith.

When they reached District 10, sweet but painfully clever Molly Hooper was brought into more depth, and the male Tribute, Anderson, was little discussed.

John Watson, the male Tribute from 11, was brought further into discussion, as his tactics for winning his first Games had been to lay low until the near end, fooling everyone into thinking he was weak, and cold-bloodedly murdering his last two enemies when the situation so asked. His knowledge of healing, despite his upbringing, was also approached.

'Last but not least', the Tributes of District 12 appeared onscreen, and the presenters mentioned how well Sally Sparrow's pretty face helped hide her cunning and slight brutality, and how The Master (who also wished only to be called that) had chased and killed off nearly every Tribute from the beginning, until the final showdown was reached and his opponent preferred to pierce her heart with a knife than to face him. Caesar added how proud he was of District 12's Tributes' evident strength and survival skill improvements in the past few years.

"Oh, no! Could it be time already, Caesar?" Claudius exclaimed, pretending to look at his watch and pulling off the best surprised face he could manage, quickly changing it to one of pure fake sadness.

"I'm afraid it is, Claudius, and we must wrap up here..." He eyed the audience, pretending to be hurt by the moment. They 'aahed' disappointedly. He shook his head slowly, then grinned all of a sudden. "But there will be more! Be prepared to find out who's again a survivor and who has become nothing but dead weight in a few days when we reveal THE TRIBUTES' TRAINING SCORES!" As he bellowed the last words and made them echo across the studio, hanging in the air for a few seconds, the audience roared in excitement and approval. "Good night, Panem, and make sure you dream of your very own new Tributes, to get a taste of what's coming for you!" He winked both at the audience and camera, and he and his colleague waved the nation goodnight just as the lights went out and the show ended.

Sooo... This may seem KIND OF complicated at first, but I think (hope) you'll get used to it... It's basically what the description and the first chapter say: The Hunger Games with Wholock Characters!

I do not intend this to be a one-shot, but that's actually up to you: tell me what you think, and if I get at least three (good) reviews on this, I'll post the next chapter! :D

Weeeell... Thanks for reading, and may the odds be ever in your crying favor!