It Only Takes One Night

by IZandJAZZthoseBFFS

This takes place after the 74th hunger games, then will travel through the 75th hunger games. It show the relationship of Effie and Haymitch throughout, throwing in a twist. What happens if one night can change there life? {sorry, suck at summary's. rated M for future chapters. Effie/Haymitch shipper}

1. Chapter 1

It Takes One Night/ch.1

This is my first story. Please cronstructive feedback. It may not be that long seeing that I am on my iPod and need to work out all the kinks. This story will be rate M for future chapters.

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Effie's Pov:

Rules. Rules are set for a reason. They are not just there for show. Schedules, they are not to be messed with. No one changes my schedules. Shivering, in almost the dead of night on a train platform reminds me that one person can change my schedule. President snow. The stupid man "oh dot worry Effie, your tributes will be on the train before you get on." He may not have told me directly but I know this nuisance came from him. I sigh in relief as the train approaches.

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Haymitch's Pov:

"Katniss! Peeta!" I hear a shrill voice interrupt our conversation. I roll my eyes to Katniss and Peeta as none other as Effie Trinket waltz in. She is in her normal capital attire. big wig, big dress, painted face. i don think i have ever seen that women without that crap on. She swoops Katniss and Peeta into a hug tightly squeezing them. "I missed you both!" She smiles. "Nice to see you Princess" I mutter. She takes a step back as to realize I was actually here as well.

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Effie's Pov:

After hugging my proud victors I hear a voice. Only one... May I add very annoying... Person calls me princess. I twirl around "Haymitch... What a plesure" I paste a smile on my face. He for once didn't look drunk. Then, as if he read my mind he took out a beer and took a swig. "Seriously Haymitch! Manners! I just got here" I frowned. "Why do you think I am starting now?" Haymitch smirks at me. I really don't understand Haymitch. When his eyes are not blood shot, and he doesn't smell. He can be quite attractive. I push the thought out of my head, soon after my face heats up, then I go pale. "Hey! Princess" Haymitch sits up snapping. "Don't go fainting on me" he says showing a tiny hint of concern. I look at him "I am fine... I just..." she blushed "I-never mind. But ladies don't faint" i tell him walking out of the room to find my bed chamber.

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Effie's pov:

I stretch yawning deeply, last years events unfold inside my mind. It's not a dream. Katniss and Peeta actually won. My district, district 12 actually pulled through. We won. My mind wraps around the events as I get dressed. I Was happy i did not lose my tributes, i actually missed them the past year. Quickly glancing at the clock I gasp. Schedules are everything. The victory tour is starting today, and I am not going to be late. I set out of my room at a brisk pace.

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Walking into the dinning car I smile weakly. I had to keep everyone's hopes up. This tour going right depended on me... Only on me... I Effie trinket had a job to do. Get Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark through this tour. They of course were not the hard part. They took me seriously, Katniss had her moments... But a true... Utterly disgraceful person I had to deal with would be much worse then these two. Haymitch Abernathy had a knack for being... Well... Late, drunk, rude, drunk all the time, annoying, provocative, drunk, smelly, occasionally puking,

But above all a drunk. I had to deal with the always drunk Haymitch, I have had to deal with him for years now... You think I would be used to it by now. I'm not... To say the least .

Standing still for a moment I look around. Something- Someone is missing. I know who is missing... Gritting my teeth the first word I say, rudely I may add as my other always says 'Never ask questions before 1st announcing your presence, and 2nd greeting everyone in the room' I ignore her rules and ask."Haymitch... Is where?"

Peeta jumps as I startle him. Katniss looks up bleakly. "How would I know, it's not like I keep track of him" Katniss snorts. "What Katniss means to say, is in his room" Peeta covers for Katniss easily. Nodding I briskly walk past them sighing. The poor girl was in shambles, missing rue. Believing she shouldn't be alive. I dismiss her rude behavior and continue towards Haymitch's room. I notice a mirror and smile at my Capitol attire, a blue water fall dress, matching mascara, my signature wig pulling it all together. I frown knowing that now I had to go find Haymitch. That man knew how to get under my skin, he was just so... Infuriating.

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"Haymitch!" I pounded at the door. "Open up right this second" I yell. I know he doesn't want to go on the tour. I can see it in his face. It gets like this whenever the games start, then gets worse... If possible... By the end. This time was different, we were winners. Katniss-Peeta, they did it. I always cared for my tributes, watching them die year after year did a toll on me. This year, the same happened. I got attached. When they won I thought I could celebrate... The. I found out how hard it was to win, the night mares, the memories I had to soothe. As a mother would to her child.

Finally my mind was made up. I burst through the door then stopped abruptly. Haymitch seems to be passed out, again. Sighing I walk over to him cautiously. He looked knocked out... Wasted from last nights drink car. Katniss warned me never to shake him awake... I should have listened.

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Haymitch's pov:

"help me" whirling around the voice in my head growing louder. "I- HATMITCH!" The screaming got worse. I race to the voice but to late. She is dead, I could not save the one person from my own district... I am a failure to the world. I fall to her side crying, my body collapsing beside her.

I feel shaking, my mind snaps. Whoever just killed Maysile will die. "Ohh no you don't" the slurred sound of my voice shouts as I stagger up. Noticing my dagger was not with me a pinned the figure to the wall. "Haymitch. Stop. Please! It's me Effie." I hear a voice, not a pleasant voice, a shrilly, high octave, annoying voice. If I thought real hard I knew where that voice came from.

My senses flooded back. I was trying to kill Effie trinket... "Damn it" I stutter backwards gasping. Effie fell forward with a clunk. Quickly reassembling herself she shot up trying to hide her anger. "Drunk again? Haymitch! We will be in district eleven in ten minutes." She scolds me. I try to inked he but it gets harder as she moves closer. "You need to et dressed!" She fumed. "Awe, come on princess." He laughs "this is what I am wearing" I tell her. Effie shakes her head at me "first, don't call me that! Second, those pants wreak! That shirt is stained" she flicks her eyes to my attire.

"If you say so princess" I smirk pulling off my pants trying to bother her. 90% of what I do and say doesn't bother that wretched woman. She is the only one on the planet who can put up with me. I throw my pants at her. "Then I shall go out like this. I don't have stains on my boxers... None that I can see but you can check them out as well if you would like" he smirks.

Effie's mouth gasps as my pants hit her. "This is... Disgusting!" She shrieks. Peeta appears at the door "Effie, I will make sure he is ready" the boy smiles. Effie sighs in relief hurdling out of my room. Probably to work on her beloved schedule. I smile up at Peeta ignoring the look of displeasure on his face.

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Effie's Pov:

Trying my hardest to remember my mothers word 'women to not stomp when they are angry. They simply float. To show they are right' I focus on that trying not to scream. I am a capolite! Why can one unruly man get to me? Because Effie, you let him. I tell myself sighing. Knowing I was right I peer out the window. Slowly we make our way through the tunnel. We have arrived at district eleven.