Hello readers! This will be a series of one-shots featuring various ships (traditional and unconventional), friendships, and other moments in characters' lives. Note: they are not connected in plot to one another, and some stray from the books slightly (particularly who lives and dies). I'm taking requests for pairings :) Pleeeeeeeeease review! I will update faster :D Also, I highly suggest taking a look at the songs from which I have derived lyrics for each chapter ;) I would like to give a special thanks to winterpolo for all your support! Now, on with our story!

Chapter 1 - Sparks Will Fly (Wiress and Beetee)

"I'm a satellite heart lost in the dark

I'm spun out so far, you stop, I start

But I'll be true to you"

-'Satellite Heart' by Anya Marina

We were the outcasts. You know, the last ones picked to be lab partners in chemistry class or to be on the kickball team in P.E.? That was us. We were ridiculed. "Nuts and Volts" is what they called us, I'm sure you've heard. I was Nuts, and he was Volts. But this didn't faze us. In fact, if not for their laughter and teasing, we may not have become as close.

He was the inventor. The nerd. A tool always in his hand, blueprints in his lap, and a complicated mechanism in front of him. He tinkered with his inventions throughout recess and lunch at a table by himself.

I was the science geek, with straight A's across the board. I took any and every science class offered at the District 3 Academy. I was always in the lab, conducting experiments and recording results.

But as similar as we were, we kept to ourselves. Actually, I never truly took notice of Beetee Latier until he was reaped and thrown into the bloodthirsty chaos of the Games. Watching his games solemnly from my District 3 home, I commended him for his bravery and integrity. To this day, I believe that he only killed for self-defense. No, I knew that he did not enjoy electrocuting the other tributes. Beetee Latier would never kill for sport.

Upon his return to school, I built up the courage to speak to the dark-skinned inventor who was constantly adjusting his ill-fitting spectacles. A victor of District 3, no less. However, the title did not go to his head, and he was as friendly and approachable as ever. Now, neither of us sat alone during lunch.

We discussed physics and calculus. He showed me how simple machines worked. I taught him about the natural world around him. We were a team from the beginning.

Amongst the trauma of my reaping, I was blessed with the comfort of my best friend acting as my mentor. I couldn't have asked for a better mentor. I expected to be quickly killed off in my Games, so I cherished my final moments with Beetee. That was the moment that he openly told me he loved me. Before handing me over to my stylist to get me suited up, we shared our first kiss. Well, what I thought would also be my last kiss.

He promised me that I would return a victor. That one day, we would get married. Finally, he promised me that our future children would not have to live in a world plagued with the fear of the Games. They would be free from the Capitol's oppression. We all would.

For what felt like the first time, someone believed in me. He knew that I was more of a tribute. More than a mindless, foolish piece in their games. He believed in me.

And I did return to District 3. But I didn't feel like a victor. Following my victory, Snow pulled me into his office. He demanded that I end my relationship with Beetee. That we would lead entirely separate lives. That we would never marry. If I refused, he would murder what little family I had left. Beetee Latier included. I could never do that to him. If I complied, he would spare me from the fate of prostitution that plagued many of the other victors.

You may think it selfish that I agreed to break up with Beetee to spare his life, since I probably couldn't survive on my own. But I needed him, desperately, even if we could never lead a romantic relationship.

The Victory Tour. That's when the nightmares started and escalated from there. I had visions of the bloodbath. I saw my fellow starving and emaciated tributes. Seeing their grieving families reminded me of what a monster I was. Even though I didn't kill a single person, I knew that I was guilty for their pain. My win was their loss. The greatest loss one can experience. The loss of a loved one.

Beetee was always there to comfort me. From the first night of the Victory Tour to the night before the Quarter Quell, Beetee always came to hold me in his soft, muscular arms and reassure me that I was safe.

During the Victory Tour, I revealed to him Snow's threat. Through my tears, I explained to my best friend and boyfriend that we could not be together. But Beetee was not easily discouraged. Looking deep into my brown eyes with his grey ones, he told me that Snow's wrath would not last forever. He promised—no, he swore—that one day, we would have a family and live in complete freedom. Beetee's strongest qualities, his uncanny senses of hope and defiance, were what kept me going all those years.

The melodic voice of the pastor brings me back to the present. Due to all the mental trauma I have suffered all these years, it takes me a moment to recognize where I am. Meeting the soft, grey eyes of my one true love immediately triggers my memory. My fragile hands are held in his own. Hands worn down from years of tinkering and inventing, but gentle nonetheless. He slowly raises the thin veil from my face, as the pastor simply states "You may kiss the bride." I, Wiress Tesla, share a deep and passionate kiss and embrace with none other than my new husband, Beetee Latier. Our wedding guests erupt in a massive applause, but I am only conscious of the man next to me. My best friend. Now my husband.

Snow has been executed, and we are finally able to fulfill our dreams. Liberated from our past oppressors, Beetee and I are married in a quaint ceremony in the reconstructed District 3.

We may not be perfect: I still have nightmares and find it difficult to focus on one thought. Beetee is permanently wheelchair-bound. But we're happy, and our children can be as well.

As we say in District 3, sparks fly.

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