AU Hayffie set after the war, but with flashbacks into the month prior.

Effie was not a heavy drinker. Haymitch had only ever seen her with a flute of champagne during the Victory Tour, or a small glass of white wine with dinner before a year's Games began. Now, here she was, in Haymitch's old house in 12, raiding the kitchen for a bottle.

"You're not going to find anything there." Haymitch said in a soft voice. He didn't know what had happened that changed her so much. Since they rescued her from the Capitol after the war, Effie had been different. She started to remind him of, well, himself; she now couldn't leave her house without a bottle in her hand.

"Why'd you have to go and sober up?" She asked, not turning around to look at him. She tossed her empty bottle to the side and leaned back from her search, defeated. "They cut me off of my supply."

"I've been there." He said, sitting down next to her, trying to get a look at her face. Effie's hair was matted and very dirty, and she still wore the pajamas they gave her the day they rescued her from the Capitol.

No one ever told him what happened to her there. They couldn't find her when they went in to save Peeta, Johanna, and Annie. Only after the war, when they were cleaning out the training center, did they find her on the lowest sub level huddled in a corner, with bruises up and down her body, too weak to even walk.

"Look, I don't know what happened, but you can talk to me." Haymitch said.

Effie shook her head, her eyes in that distant place she never really left, "No, I can't." She tried to stand up, swaying in place. Haymitch caught her before she fell over.

"Why don't you lay down Effie, you can stay here for a bit." He suggested.

Effie laughed, "You don't have to help me anymore. You rescued me, you've done your part. You don't have to talk to me, or act like you care- you don't even have to pretend to like me anymore- although I guess you've never really done that one." As she stalked out the door, Haymitch was grateful she wasn't wearing her high heels- she would have surely twisted both of her ankles by now. On the other hand, Effie without the outfits wasn't his Effie.

"I care about you." he told her.

Effie could feel tears pooling in her eyes, tugging at the memories she worked so hard to repress, "I wish I could believe you." Without looking back, she shut the door behind her and collapsed into the icy snow.

...

1 MONTH PRIOR

When Katniss electrified the arena, Effie was in her suite, waiting for Haymitch to return and bring her news from the sponsors. Usually she went with him, but this time he told her to stay put, that he had to run an errand anyways and he would just bring word back to her. He had seemed strange, but Effie shrugged it off, blaming his newfound sobriety for his sudden interest in helping.

The screens turned black and within minutes, Peacekeepers swarmed her suite. A year ago she would've thought they were taking her to safety, that she could trust them as she always had, but she knew better now. Now, she knew that Katniss started the revolution, and she was left behind in the Capitol and being taken prisoner.

She tried to fight back, turning over chairs to block the path between the Peacekeepers and herself. She kicked them, stepped on their feet with her high heels, but it was no use. Soon enough she was handcuffed. Then, Effie felt a twinge of pain in her right arm and everything went dark.

…

"Ahhh, Miss Trinket, waking up? You put up quite a fight." A voice drew Effie out of her dreamless sleep.

Effie's eyes darted open, and in front of her was Caesar Flickerman with pure white hair and a pristine white suit on. They were on his stage, him in his usual seat, and her handcuffed to the seat across from him, Peacekeepers on either side of her. She remembered the altercation that brought her here. "What do you want from me?"

Caesar wasted no time in getting to the point. "I'll ask you once- what do you know of the revolution?"

"I knew nothing of it until Katniss fired that arrow." Effie said

"You're lying!" Caesar hissed back at her. "Don't make things harder for yourself, Miss Trinket. Tell us what you know, or face the consequences."

"I don't know anything," Effie said. "I've always just been the Capitol escort! Why would anyone tell me anything?" Effie tried to make it sound like she didn't care about the victors that were so important to her now.

"Because you were part of their team- Cinna, Portia, all of them were corrupt once they worked with 12."

"I don't know anything." Effie said again.

Caesar smiled, "We'll see about that." He waved at the Peacekeepers to take Effie away.

For the next two hours, the Peacekeepers did all they could to get answers from Effie- tracker jacker venom, jabberjays, beatings. Nothing worked.

Eventually, Caesar came back in. "Anything you want to tell me? Anything to make this stop?"

Effie recoiled at the sight of him, "There's nothing I would tell you, even if I could."

"But you don't know anything." Caesar said plainly. Effie shook her head. "And they left you here?"

"They'll come back for me. We're a team. They kept me in the dark to protect me." Effie was exhausted. She wasn't sure she was saying these things to Caesar or herself. They would be back for her, right?

Caesar cackled, "They didn't tell you anything, they left you here- they hated you! Why in Panem do you think they would come back for you. Do you see your clothes? Your wig? They would never come back for you- you're too much like us. Not that we'd want a traitor like you either. " He paused, "You were between sides, Miss Trinket, and now you must pay for that."

One Peacekeeper spoke up, "What do we do with her?"

Caesar feigned thinking, tapping his finger against his chin, "What to do… what to do…. Well, we can't use her as bait, like Peeta. We can't get information. We can't let her go. Take her down to the basement, with Spade. He'll know just what to do."

Caesar was right, no one was coming for her. As Effie fell back against the wall in defeat, the Peacekeepers swarmed her and, once again, the room went dark.

When Effie woke up again, she was upright, inside of a narrow tube. She didn't know where she was, but she had an uneasy feeling. The tube started to rise, and it was filling with light. She was wearing a light jacket, stretchy black pants, and a white t shirt. She could easily tell that her natural hair was out, in a tight ponytail. She felt dressed up, like a doll, unsure of what they did to her while she was unconscious. The tube raised up to a platform facing 23 other platforms and a cornucopia. The artificial sun glimmered off of the mockingjay pin on her jacket as a voice announced "Let the 76th Hunger Games begin!"