AN: I've always wondered what it would have been liked if the Doctor had been around the Panem War, as that was my original idea. But my love for Finnick Odair got in the way, and I thought why not? Even though I would probably regret this later, I decided to push through because I am a very nice person and Finnick deserves a chance. I haven't done anything like this before and this is my first AU, so please be kind. R&R's.

Chapter 1: Thirteen

It doesn't start like this.

Never.

Well, not until today.

My whole life has been attributed to sailing the coasts of Panem, and accompanying my mother, helping her out in the daily runabouts of District 4, on days when she'll let me carry along by myself, I'd take a look around places in the beach, and think of the things I'd discover when I get my own boat. I think of places I'd discover, of people from another world, of things that could change the world. I always wonder, and wonder of the things I could make up in my mind.

Little things like how mother would describe the color of my father's eyes, or the way her own would dim when she'd mention his parting words.

My father – the great Finnick Odair as they'd say he was, died before I was born. He took great part in the great war of Panem, nearly 20 years ago. My mother never talks about the war, even when I was a young boy, but she could describe my father in almost vivid details, the first time they met, the way he'd laugh, and the way I was in all similar to him.

But she never told me the things I had always wondered about, she never talked about his death, the war or the Hunger Games – a competition where 24 children would partake in that involved murder and violence, she filled my head with wonders and beautiful things.

And I love my mother for that, for protecting me, and while I have never met my father, I too love him, for giving up his life for the future I am living in now.

But I never stopped wondering.

So when I met a man called "the Doctor" whose "ship" got stuck in the local Peacekeeper's ship, I didn't exactly know that his so-called ship would be a small blue box that had the capacity to hold possible half of the population of District 4, or possibly more, nor did I know that it could travel farther than the boats I'd travel in.

He called it his "TARDIS" specifically more of a nickname for her actual description which was somewhere along "Time and Relative Dimension in Space", which I have absolutely no idea about. Beetee and the Doctor would probably get along better. Beetee was a renowned scientist form District 3, he was in charge of Panem's technical communications and could explain half of the things he does with great enthusiasm with the advantage of boring you to death too.

"All of time and space, Odair" he told me, pulling down a lever from the console. I look up at the Doctor, not knowing how to make sense of this. He spins around, like a 12 year old and faces me, a smile in his face telling me if I was still up for the dare.

"Where would you like to start?" he asks.

I absolutely don't know. How could you chose a trip with a man who's probably seen everything that has and yet to happen? All the possibilities and opportunities I could think of when I was a child, and the adventures I would make up.

But I suppose, the things we've always wondered about is what makes me tell him exactly where I wanted to go to.

So I tell him to take me back in time where things were different. I don't specify the amount of difference because maybe it's better not knowing how different. I deeply hope he takes me back to District Four, or maybe some time when my father was still living.

I look at the Doctor and he seems to enjoy this, he turns back at me, pulls some contraptions and presses some buttons in the console before I feel the movement of the TARDIS taking us to a different place.

I ignore the dreading feeling of doubt because as far as I know, this man knows what he's doing.

I hope.

The TARDIS lands us in what seems like a closed space. I realize this as soon as the Doctor opens the door and hits a wall.

"Where are we?" I ask.

It looked more like a small closet, or possibly a janitor's closet. The mop and bucket decorated the corners, and it's a wonder the both of us can fit in here.

"No idea." He says, brushing off the dust in his tweed jacket.

How reassuring. A strange man daring me to join him for an "Adventure of a lifetime" and here we are stuck in a janitor's closet, with no idea where we've landed. I suppose it will make sense later.

I hope.

He pulls out his one-of-a-kind screwdriver, or as he puts it his "sonic screwdriver" and points it at the knob. I hear click before he opens the door to an empty hallway of gray.

"One of these days Odair, you'll learn never to underestimate me." He says this as he polishes his jacket with a satisfied smile.

"Well, coming from a man who doesn't know exactly where's headed off to, I'm guessing it'll take a few more tries before I do" I say, trying not to regret this decision I've made.

"Well, what's the point of an adventure if you'd know where you're headed off to?" he asks a bit annoyed at me. He walks ahead of me, as if he knows exactly where he is going to.

"Well for one, you never get lost" I tell him this, following him, and trying to make sure he doesn't do anything ahead of me.

"We're not lost, we're exploring." He says.

"Exploring what exactly?" I ask.

"Something new." He says, and for once, I agree with him.

The gray hallways are empty, well so far, and not until we reach an entrance, where it's guarded by huge soldiers dressed in gray clothes. Everything here seems to be in gray, it almost takes the life out of it.

"Finally. Humans!" he says this in an excited tone.

But I sense, these soldiers won't be happy to see us, so I grab the Doctor by his hand and pull him back with me to a corner where we won't be seen.

"Any ideas how we'll get pass through them?" I ask, pulling the Doctor back with me.

"Well if you'd let me go, we would"

"How sure are you they'd let us pass?"

The Doctor smiles at me as if I'd ask a very simple question that can be solved easily. He pulls out a small booklet and a blank paper.

"Psych paper. Makes them think of whatever you want them to think you are." He explains.

I look at the paper again and instead of being blank like it was before, there was "the Doctor" in heavy print with a professional signature indicating he's worked at some fancy institution.

"And are you sure they won't arrest us? You don't even know where we've landed" I tell him this, doubting his ability, if he actually has one.

"Nonsense Odair, they're not going to arrest us. You'll learn to trust me, soon enough" he reassures me and I for once, believe him.

He is the Doctor after all. Maybe he knows what he's doing.

I let him go ahead, and follow right after. They see us and adjust their weapons at any time that one of us could attack them.

"Hello! I'm the Doctor" he introduces and shows them the paper, "just popping along for a visit"

I catch up to him just as the Doctor eagerly introduces me to these large soldiers, and trying not to think of horrible ways of them breaking our bones.

"And this is my trusty companion, Ronan"

I awkwardly smile at the soldiers and for some reason they recognize me. The soldier at my side gruffly asks me "They didn't tell us someone would be visiting."

"Well, it's a surprise, I guess" I tell them.

They look at us suspiciously before the other one scans us with his watch and talks to someone through it.

I can only make out the words "rebels" before they let us through, where we are accompanied by another soldier in gray. He takes us to a room filled with other people, only these people are filled with fear and anxiety, I see their tattered clothes and immediately assume that maybe they've been picked up at the streets or somewhere in the woods.

The soldier asks where we've come from and I look at the Doctor for answers since, he supposedly knows what he's doing.

"Somewhere far." He says.

"Can you please specify what District?" he impatiently, asks again.

This time the Doctor looks at me, confusion piling up in his face. I'm confused too, because Panem is the only place I know of that has Districts, so I immediately assume that maybe it's the same for this place.

The soldier waits for our answers, so I tell them "District Four"

I hear the soldier chuckle at my answer and tell us, "I thought so; you look like someone from District Four"

Now I'm confused. What did he mean; I look like someone from 4? There is only one man that everyone keeps saying I look like and he's been dead for twenty years.

He leads us to a contraption in the wall, where it tattoos the smooth inside of our forearms with a schedule in a funny shade of purple ink. I look at it strangely and wonder how long it will take before it disappears. I look at the Doctor, obviously not liking it as he tries to rub it off his skin.

"It won't work. It'll only come off until bath time, which is in your schedule" the soldier answers

"Well where's the fun in here if you're asked to follow a set of activities in time?" the Doctor asks.

The soldier narrows his brown eyes at him, "We're in a war Doctor, how do you expect us to have fun?"

The word "war", turns the Doctor into a different person, I can see the confusion evident and the frown takes it place. I'm trying to figure out exactly who this man is, who I agreed to accompany to take me to a place that I'm not even sure of.

He assigns us a compartment to stay in and says "Welcome to District Thirteen, makes yourselves at home" and leaves us be.

There is an awkward amount of silence between us, as the Doctor looks around, as if finally realizing exactly where we are. I try to assume we're in a different part of time, and I think we're still on Earth and quite possibly we're still in Panem, only I'm not sure what part of Panem's history have we landed into.

"Doctor," I start, "where exactly are we?" I repeat the question, this time I'm sure I can see that he's slowly figuring out where we're at but from the way he's looking at, I'm not sure he likes it.

"Let's go to the compartment and investigate further" he says, and I have no say in it, so I merely follow.

The amount of people has suddenly increased as we stagger on the gray hallways of District Thirteen. As opposed to what I've seen earlier, the people here are calm and seem to be going on in their daily activities. I haven't been to Thirteen before in my time, but as far as I know no one really likes it there as it's too well-closed, and dull.

Some people sort of recognize me, and look at me as if they know who I am. They don't say a word, but merely give a curious stare which gives me an uncomfortable feeling.

"Come along, Ronan" he says and I follow him.

I notice the sudden change of name's started to call me, but say nothing about it as I start to trust this man.

As we near the compartment, a small olive skinned girl eagerly runs up to us and she looks at me and says "Hello Finnick!" and I have no idea why she knows my name, so I give her a smile and say an eager "Hi!" back, I can sense the Doctor going still, before he reaches in the pocket of his jacket and pulls out the keys.

She smiles at me, and runs back to the corner where her friends might be waiting.

The Doctor opens the compartment, and I follow him, closing the door in the process. I'm guessing from the sudden turn of events that he's finally got a clue where we're at.

I sit at the bed and watch him, waiting for an answer. He paces around as if trying to ward off the feeling closing in on him.

"So," I start. "Got any clue where we are now?"

"Have you?" he asks me, he stops his pacing and looks at me for confirmation of whatever's plaguing him.

"Well, we're in District Thirteen, so I'm guessing we're still in Panem"

"We are in Panem" he says

Well. There's a start. I want to feel assured but from the frown displayed on the Doctor's face, I shouldn't be assured.

"The soldier back there, he mentioned a war going on."

"Yes. Yes he did." He says, I look at him, and he's put his hands on his hips as if trying to figure out a solution. A solution to what?

"And the people keep looking at me, Doctor. And that little girl back there. How did she know my name?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

"You mentioned to me that you were named after your father."

"Yes, so what's the significance of it?" I ask, although for some reason, I think I'm finally getting it.

"Well I suppose it wouldn't hurt that you do look like him,"

He breathes in deeply, as if he's about to tell me something horrible. I haven't exactly shown him a picture of my father but I could tell he knows. And I think I'm finally putting the pieces together.

Thirteen. War. My father.

He looks at me, his mouth pulled into a frown. I can tell he regrets putting us both into this, because the next words coming out of his mouth are the same words circulating my mind back in the TARDIS.

"We're in the Great War of Panem"