(AN: Hello! :] Don't be too hard on me! It's my first crossover! Just a heads up, in the actual Hunger Games book, the 1st and 2nd Districts are Career Districts and have very odd names, and are pretty wealthy, but since its only the start of the Hunger Games -a decade in- AND the Sherlock characters -most of them- then the strange names, the wealth or the courage of these Districts have not yet come into the lives of these Teenagers or the Districts. Everything from the Rebellion are still being fixed. Everything happening is still quite new, and I don't wanna make it too much like the actual Hunger Games, so that's why its a different year and different people and everything. Its years before Katniss's time. Anyways, enjoy and PLEASE review so I can know if there is anything I need to work on or if you just liked it :] Also, check out my other story and let me know what you think of it. Thanks! :] I do not own any of the Sherlock characters -Obviously-)

It's that time of year again. The tenth year of the Hunger Games. Twenty-four people will be chosen to kill. To die.

Molly Hooper, a sixteen year old girl from District 2, was starting to get very worried as the Reaping was coming up. Her name was put in forty-five times. Of course, it was not as many time's as some of her friends, and there were lots of other girls in the District. But, for some reason, Molly was suddenly very scared. More so than the last few years. Her stomach was doing flips.

"This is what we've been training for," Molly's friend, Katie Cross said with a smile on her face. It was two days before the Reaping. "Let's say your name does get called... I'll volunteer for you."

That made Molly feel a little better. Katie had been training longer, and was much better at using weapons anyway. Katie seemed ready, and was even ecstatic about it. But, on the morning of the Reaping, Molly woke up from a nightmare, sweating and panting. She dreamed that her name was called and Katie was no where to be found.

"I made this for you," Molly's mother told her, as she held up a beautiful emerald green dress. It had cupped sleeves and went to her knees. She slipped it on and stood in front of the mirror. "Give a little spin."

Molly spun once, not excited enough to spin anymore. She was too worried. Her mother braided her hair and wrapped it in a bun, the whole time trying to hide tears. Molly's sister had volunteered for the Games four years before. She had gotten injured and the boy from their same District had gone to hunt for food when Molly's sister was discovered by a boy from District 7.

It was hard for Molly to get on without her sister, but Molly could see that it was even harder for her mother. She was very kind and loving, and to lose a child must be unbearable. Her mother was also very strong, and never showed her hurt.

As Molly walked with her friends, Katie and Anna Monroe, she felt as if she could puke, or her stomach would explode out of her belly. Katie was very chatty. Almost too chatty. Molly and Anna could hardly answer her, they were so nervous.

As they stood in the crowd, the sexes seperated, a man walked up to the podium. His suit was bright yellow, he had a matching top hat, and a rose in his suit pocket, which was also yellow, and it sparkled. The seams in his attire also sparkled, his hair sparkled and when he smiled, his teeth sparkled. Tim Greenwood, was his name. A man who was very liked at the Capital and in District 2.

"Happy Hunger Games!" He announced. "It is a beautiful day, and you all look lovely. Lets start with a message from the Capitol."

A video played. A video of all the Districts, the destroyed District 13 with a man's voice speaking, and of Panem's Anthem. It was no different from every other time Molly had seen it, and for a reason she didn't know why, she hated it.

After the video ended, Tim flashed his sparkling smile and said, "Now, time for the fun to begin! May the odds be ever in your favor. Ladies first."

There was one thing Molly did not like about Tim. He was too happy about this event. Far too happy. Tim walked over to the bowl, half filled with slips of papers of girls names. Molly turned to look at Katie and Anna. Unlike Molly's nightmare, Katie was still there, to Molly's relief, and was staring at the stage, no emotion on her face.

Molly turned back to look at Tim who had already chose a piece of paper, and was behind the microphone. He opened the piece of paper, giving a dramatic pause.

"Molly Hooper."

Her breath caught in her throat. Molly turned to Katie, waiting for her to volunteer for her, just like she promised, but she just continued to stare at the stage, as if she didn't hear what was announced.

"Katie?" Molly asked in a low, strained voice. Anna looked between Katie and Molly, having been a witness to what Katie had told Molly just two days before.

Katie was frozen in fear. Molly was confused, but also understood. Katie was scared, too.

"Molly Hooper?" Tim said again, looking around at the girls.

Molly looked at Tim, trying to swallow down the lump in her throat. Someone pushed her forwards. Molly wanted to look back, but she kept her feet moving forward.

This can't be real, she thought as she slowly walked to the stage. It must be just another nightmare. Katie promised. Katie promised...

"Come now, darling," Tim said, holding out his hand to her as she climbed the stairs of the stage. "Congratulations Miss Hooper!" He clapped. Some kids clapped with him. District 2 was much more enthusiastic about the Reapings, and the Games themselves, than most of the other Districts, besides District 1. And no one was more ecstatic about the Games than the Capitol.

"Stand here," Tim moved her by her shoulders to a spot on his left, then he walked over to the bowl with all the boy's names.

He picked out a paper from the bottom, stood behind the microphone and made another dramatic pause.

"Sherlock Holmes."

Molly did not recognize the name at first, but as soon as the boy with the black curly hair walked up to the stage, no emotion on his face, she knew exactly who he was. He did not live too far away from her, a few houses away, and he went to her school. He did not have any friends, and though Molly wanted to be his friend, she was just too shy, at least she was around him.

"Congradulations Mr. Holmes!" Tim clapped again, the same kids clapping with him. Tim turned to the crowd. "These are your Tributes! Lets give them a hand." He said, clapping again. Some of the kids who had been clapping before, no longer clapped while others joined in.

Molly did not get to visit with her mother for very long. Molly knew she needed to stay strong for her mother, so she did not shed a tear, and neither did her mother. They both knew they would cry when they were apart, and that was enough.

Molly knew her mother was hurting. She was losing another daughter, and Molly was not very confident that she would be coming back. Her mother was going to be all alone, and so was Molly.

Anna also came to see her off. "Katie would have come," Anna said, after giving Molly a hug. "But she couldn't face you. She broke down after they brought you here and she told me she tried to speak but she couldn't. She thought she was ready, and she is sorry."

Being sorry was not enough, but Molly understood Katie completely. Molly was still trying to understand why her sister volunteered all those years ago. The girl who she volunteered for was not even a friend of hers. Molly thought that it may have been because the girl was only twelve, but how could her sister even get the words out?

"Tell her... I forgive her." Molly forced herself to say. It was not that she did not forgive her, but it would take a while before she really felt like Katie was forgiven. "I am just glad she will be safe now."

There were footsteps coming down the hall. Both Molly and Anna knew it was a Peacekeeper, and they locked themselves in a hug for their last few seconds.

"Tell Katie if she really wants to make it up to me, she can take care of my mom." Molly whispered hastily. The Peacekeeper came through the door and they dragged Anna out. Molly was alone. So alone.

As Molly was sitting on a chair on the train, trying to relax, Sherlock walked in and sat across from her. She smiled at him but he just stared at her for a moment before looking down at the floor.

"Hello," Molly said, her voice almost squeeking. She was suddenly nervous again, but for a different reason.

"Hello," He mumbled back, not looking at her.

"I'm Molly."

"I know."

Of course he knows, stupid, She thought. "How are you feeling?" She said, reffering to the Reaping.

"Fine," He answered. He leaned back in his chair, glancing at her before staring at the wall behind her. She thought he might say more, but he did nothing of the kind.

"Do you know who our Mentor is?" She asked after a few minutes of silence, but Sherlock did not have time to answer before a man walked in. He was wearing a black suit and used an umbrella as a cane. He looked very tired, and he sighed as he looked at the Tributes.

Molly looked towards Sherlock in surprise, but Sherlock continued to stare at the wall. Molly recognized this man. He had won the Games the same year Molly's sister had been in them. He was the third Victor of District 2 in the last decade that the Hunger Games existed. Molly had almost forgotten about him.

"I am your Mentor, Mycroft Holmes," He introduced. He was speaking to Molly, since he obviously did not have to introduce himself to his own brother.

The rumor going around the District after Mycroft had won the Games and got to live in the Victors' Village was, Sherlock and his Mother and father lived there for a while, but then Sherlock went back to the home he was raised in. No one was sure why, but the rumor was that he hated his brother. If that was true, Molly could only imagine that it was going to be hard for Sherlock to get along with his brother before the Games even started.

Mycroft walked over to Molly and held out his hand for her to shake it. "You must be Susie's sister. You look like her. It is nice to finally meet you. She talked about you all the time." Mycroft said in a sad voice. "I am so sorry."

Molly knew he was talking about the Games. He had protected her sister, only leaving to find food for them. She knew he must blame himself for leaving her, but Molly never blamed him. She wanted to tell him it was not his fault, but she knew she would break down if she did.

Tim Greenwood arrived to dinner, just as the Avoxes brought it in. The food, in Molly's opinion, was the best meal she had ever had. When she was halfway done, she noticed Sherlock barley touched his food. She wanted to say something, but instead, she continued eating. She almost wished she had said something when Sherlock just walked out as Tim was asking him about how he feels with his brother as his Mentor.

I guess that answers his question, Molly thought.

That night, as Molly lay in bed, for the first time that day, she cried. She just let it all out. She thought about her Mother, Anna, Katie, her sister, a five year old boy who had told her a funny joke just a week before, and she even thought about Sherlock and wondered what was going through his mind. He was so quiet and so emotionless. After the sobs stopped, she decided that would be the last time she would cry. She would be strong, like her mother. Like her sister. She would not be afraid of dying. She would not be afraid of anything.