This is my second story, but my first for the HG fandom, so bear with me. I plan to update at least once a month (that's not a lot, I know, I'm sorry). Also, keep in mind this is an AU, things will be different. Disclaimer: Most characters and HG universe are not mine.
"Friends show their love in times of trouble, not in happiness," -Euripides
It was her fourth Reaping. Clove figured now was as good a time as any to Volunteer. She was young, and strong, and prepared. Her family had encourage the idea, and were now expecting her to follow through. Her teachers on the other hand; if this didn't work, Clove was likely going to be expelled. The Academy faculty always had a plan, and Clove was threatening that plan. Their escort had stepped up onto the stage a while ago, but Clove was too busy prepping herself for her moment to the Capitol woman's speech. She only started paying attention when the woman drew a name from one of the two glass bowls on stage.
"The female tribute for District Two is Citrin-"
"I Volunteer." Clove pushed her way out of the crowd and into the aisle. "I Volunteer," She repeated. The escort looked flustered. A girl at the front of the crowd glared at Clove, likely the Academy's designated Volunteer. But Clove had stolen her chance.
"Well then, would you please come up to the stage, dear?" The escort gave Clove a fake smile, gesturing for her to step onto the stage. Clove did so with pleasure, fueling herself with the whispers that radiated from the crowd. "What is your name?"
"Clove Kentwell."
"And why did you Volunteer?"
"I want to show what I'm capable of."
"Well," The escort cleared her throat, "That's lovely. Now for the males."
Cato loved the fire that Clove had. It was in her every move. He had known she would Volunteer, and was supportive when she announced it to him. In fact, he had helped her train over the last few months as extra preparation. What Clove didn't know was that Cato was planning to take his place beside her on that stage. Like most things, they would be stuck doing this together.
"The male tribute is Ar-"
"I Volunteer." Cato watched as Clove's head snapped in his direction and her smug smile disappeared from her face. She shook her head once, so violently he thought it might break her neck.
"Please, do come up here then." Chiffon, the escort, seemed upset that she had been interrupted not once but twice today. "Your name, young man?"
"Cato Stryker."
"It appears we have our tributes. Please give a round of applause for our brave Volunteers: Clove Kentwell and Cato Stryker!"
Plutarch Heavensbee watched the District Two Reaping unfold in all its glory. He saw, almost immediately, that these two had the fire he needed. This could work, easy. He just had to make the right moves. But then, then came the girl from Twelve.