Win For Me

by thatcrazypixie

Sherlock and John are both brilliant young engineers from District 3, but brilliance isn't something that keeps you out of the reaping. And when Sherlock's name is called, John does the unthinkable. In an arena that is designed to not only kill you, but break you, can Sherlock keep John strong? Or will new feelings and new faces get in the way?

1. I Can't Let You Go

a/n: Very first crossover! I hope you like it. Please review and let me know if you want me to continue this story.
"Sherlock Holmes!"

The crowd let out a collective sigh of relief, formed by all but two of the children standing in the middle of the square.

The two of course were none other than Sherlock Holmes, and John Watson; Sherlock because he knew what was to come, John because he would not stand to see his friend go to the Games.

District 3 nodded solemnly at the chosen tribute as he slowly made his way to the steps, maybe in some districts being chosen was an honor, but not here. Here they were too busy engineering the technology that would run the games to worry about training to win them.

Moments before Sherlock took to the steps to take the announcers hand and be deemed Tribute, he whispered, "Shut up, John."

Before anyone could mention that John hadn't said anything, the young man screamed, "I volunteer!" in the shocked silence that followed, he elbowed his way through the line of Peace Keepers and "I volunteer as tribute," he said again; nodding his head as if affirming his own statement.

"John, please," Sherlock said staring at the ground.

"I can't let you go, Sherlock. I can't."

Sherlock could all but feel his heart splitting, John was the last person he wanted to see hurt, and now he was probably going to end up dead because of him. "I'm sorry, John," he said finally realizing there was nothing he could do.

He turned and fell back in with the ranks of students, most of them already whispering plans for the following day. It wasn't a normal thing, reaping one of their number to sacrifice in battle, but it was something that the children of Panem had grown accustomed to. As long as you or your friends name wasn't called, the reaping was like any other holiday.

For many times, it had been just that for Sherlock and John, an excuse –if a terrifying one- to get out of classes. Not that Sherlock really needed a break from such easy classes, but it was nice seeing John enjoy a small break. Usually it was that is, except this time they won't be spending the evening practicing mind-palaces or doctoring teddy bears. They'll be saying goodbye.