Disclaimer: The Hunger Games Trilogy and its characters belong to Suzanne Collins.

Summary: "That makes the whole thing worse. I don't really know what's between Johanna and Finnick." – Katniss Everdeen, Mockingjay. This is Johanna and Finnick's story. The story goes all throughout Mockingjay.

Pairings: Finnick/Johanna and Finnick/Annie

Warnings:Violence and sexual themes but nothing too graphic hopefully.

LosingEverything

Chapter One:

I watch as the water laps at my feet for a moment before retreating back to the sea. It leaves the sand I walk on a lot softer and colder under my bare feet. So this is District 4. I only have the time now to admire the sea. Today's been so suffocating for me. This Victory Tour is more annoying and tiring than I first thought it would be. At least it will soon end. Only a few more stops and we will be down with the Capitol then I'll be able to return back to District 7. Being a Victor is not really that grand. I hope I'll be forgotten soon enough. I don't really want to wait for the next Games to produce another Victor before I'll be able to go back to my old self.

Like I can go back now. There's no way the people back at my District will let me handle my old work. They act like I'm someone who shouldn't be touch so casually. They started to act like I'm some kind of princess. It makes me sick. At least there are still some people who didn't change since my victory and those people are my family.

I suddenly become aware of the sound of giggles from a distance. I do not stop walking though. As I near the boulders of dark colored rocks, the giggles get louder. I begin to wonder if I really want to take a peek and see whoever is behind those rocks. Just then a tall guy emerges from behind the rocks, his arm extended and I see that his hand is holding someone else's hand.

"It's chilly out here. I can take you to my house", says the man with the hair in the color of bronze. He's tanned and when he sees me looking at him (at them I mean since a lady emerges from behind the rocks and stands next to him) my breath is suddenly caught in my throat. His eyes look amazing. It's green. Not really green. Blue green? Argh! I don't think there's really a name for this shade of green or blue whatever. I think that it's the color of the sea. Sea green. Yeah I guess that's the best term to describe the color of his eyes. As I look at this guy longer, I begin to think that I have seen him somewhere else. His face just looks familiar.

"What's the guest of honor doing out of the party?" He asks me then he leans down to whisper something to the woman next to him. Her skin is pink. I mean bright pink. It's as if her real skin is peeled off. And her eyelashes are ridiculously long. I think she can catch mosquitos with them. She giggles again before reaching up to place a kiss on the guy's cheek. She looks at him like he's the only one she sees. It's kind of disgusting to watch because her eyes first focus on his face and then they travel down to look at the rest of his body. She licks her lips as she stares at his pants that hangs dangerously low around his hips for my liking.

"I'll be waiting then… I might ready a surprise for you." She says to him and winks.

"I can't wait", the man purrs out in a supposedly seductive way I think but all I want to do now is to throw up everything I ate from the party. The woman leaves and I wonder how she managed to leave first. I should have left a long while ago.

I see the guy grab a discarded dark green dress shirt on. He slips his toned arms in the sleeves but he does not bother to button the shirt up. I'm fascinated by his abs. Then I notice that he's watching me staring at him. He's smirking at me in an amused way. Che. If he thinks I'll blush in embarrassment then he can wait all night here waiting for me to blush but he'll never see it.

"Like what you see? Do you want me to take the shirt off again, miss Victor?" He sounds so smug that I want to slap that smirk off of his face. But I really think I know this guy. Maybe I should say something now. I feel that I look like an idiot by just standing here and being teased by this… this… handso– seacreature.

"Not really. But if it will make you feel better then strip all the way if you'd like to." I turn away from him. I luckily find shells buried in the sand close to my feet so I get myself something to busy myself with and a reason to ignore this guy. I reach down for a sea shell but a hand shoots down faster than mine, successfully snatching the shell I want to pick up.

"How are you enjoying your victory tour, Johanna Mason? You did quite a stunt back there in the arena. Everyone was so thrilled. Do you enjoy deceiving everyone like that?" I look at him with fire in my eyes. He was staring back at me. I can't really read the look on his face. He looks amused… but at the same time annoyed. What? Is he angry about what I did in the arena? Acting like a weakling who didn't look like she can kill a fly then suddenly turning into a skilled killer? Who is this guy anyway? I just did what I have to in order to survive that bloody Games of the stinking Capitol. It was their fault for being deceived. They were not careful enough. I simply used my brain.

"Deception is a good way to get what you want. I won the Games. And besides I've seen other Victors who have done worse. I don't have anything to be guilty about." I walk into the water. Screw the dress. I don't care if it will be ruined. I want to cool myself off by getting a little dip here. This guy is infuriating. Why am I even explaining myself to him? I don't even know who this freak is! Why doesn't he go back to that Capitol woman and screw her brains out.

I can feel the waters move behind me. Wha–? He's following me? Is he a creep or something? Ugh. Don't tell me he's one of those guys who drool over Victors. I swear if he tries something funny he will drown. And no I'm not cursing him to drown. He will drown because I will drown him.

"Don't go in so deep. Do you even know how to swim?" Is that concern I hear from him? Well I don't know how to swim but I'm not dumb enough to go into the deep parts. My brain is still intact even after talking to this weird guy. I hope he leaves me alone soon. I keep on threading into the water. It reaches the underside of my breasts now and the waves are pretty strong. I don't think it's a good idea to continue moving in. I decided to turn around to head back to the party. Yes. I'll head back to the party even if my dress is ruined and dripping wet. But the moment I turn around, my forehead and nose hits a hard but warm object. I look up to see the sea creature looking down at me with a more amused expression on his face.

"You're really quite small huh." I glare at him. He's insulting me now? What is wrong with this guy? Is there a possible way I can get him punished or something? Maybe I can go back inside crying and saying he harassed me. Ha! That will be quite a scene. But he's too close for comfort now and he's blocking my way.

"Well sorry. Not everyone grows as tall as a freaking tree." I try to put as much venom as I can into my words in order to express my displeasure. Then to my surprise… he laughs. I just watch him laugh his heart out for two good minutes I think.

"You really have the attitude. It's nice to meet you, Jo." Huh? When did we become pals? He just gave me a nickname. Well my father does call me 'Jo' sometimes but that's my father. He can call me any name he wants because he's my father and I love him. But this guy… I don't even know his freaking name!

"Oh! I'm sorry! I just remembered that my parents told me not to talk to freaking strangers so… I better go." I said and make the step to leave when he blocks me. That's it. I'm going to explode. I'm going to hurt this man really. No one messes with Johanna Mason. Does he want me to ax him?

"Look! You are really freaki– " A huge wave crashes on my back making me lose my balance. My knees buckle. Damn the sharp rocks at the sea floor that are hurting my newly polished soles. The next thing I know I'm struggling to break into the surface of the water. My eyes hurt so much because of the salt in the water. And not just my eyes even my nose and throat start to sting. Waves keep on crashing on my helpless body. I think I might drown here. But then arms wrap themselves around my torso and someone pulls me out of the water.

I gasp for air as I get dragged out of the water. I blink the sea water out of my eyes but the more I blink, the more it stings. I think I hate the sea now… District 4 and that freaking guy. I'm placed in a sitting position on the soft sand. The red beaded lace evening gown I'm wearing is clinging on my body like a useless piece of shit. And it's cold. My throat hurts so I decided to cough the sea water stuck in my throat. I take steady breaths in order to make myself feel better.

A dry and warm jacket is thrown over my shoulders. I jump a little at the contact. I look up to see the guy from earlier assessing me.

"Seriously if you have plans to drown yourself, please do it without any witnesses. You're going to ruin my reputation just in case." He sounds like he's joking. Okay. I'll just ignore him and try not to get angry. He saved me anyway. He crouches down on my left side. "Finnick Odair." He supplies his name to me.

Finnick Odair. I heard that somewhere before. THE Finnick Odair. My eyes widen and I notice the smirk on his face when he realizes that I realize who he is now. I managed to stop the gasp of surprise from escaping my mouth. I don't want him to enjoy more of this.

"Hi then, Finnick." I try to sound as uncaring as possible. Well I don't have to try I don't care about him really. The famous victor of the 65th Hunger Games just saved my ass from drowning. Why him of all people? This guy is just so… so smug and everything. I don't really like him. It's just when he won his Games… It seemed too easy for him. And the sponsors loved him so much. Fine, he is skilled. But when they sent a trident for him to use, it's just so tide turning. They were like saying "Go finish all of them now, my boy. We're betting on you and we'll make sure you'll win." It just looked too easy for me.

"What? Do you plan to spend the whole night mopping here? Let's get back inside." He suggests to me.

"No thanks. I don't want to be categorized as one of your lovers." I shudder in disgust at the thought of it. He stands up and I relax with the thought that he's leaving me alone finally but then he just goes and carries me. He throws me over his broad and strong shoulder. I reward his stunt gratefully by raking my nails on his naked back and pounding my fists on his back as hard as I can. But he doesn't show any sign that he is affected. Is this guy numb?

"Put me down, you asshole!" My anger towards this guy is so pure. I think I can burn him with it.

"Do you want to do something fun?" Fun. That makes me stop and think about it for a moment but I think no.

"If it involves you then no thank you. And put me down!" I struggle in his vice grip again.

"It's either you come with me or go back inside so that the reporters can feast over your disheveled state." Now that makes me think longer. I don't want them to swarm around me like earlier again. I'm annoyed and tired enough to be able to take any more shit.

"Fine. But put me down and promise me you'll give me a decent change of clothes." Is that myself talking? Did I just really agree to come with this playboy? He might rape me or try something funny. It's not like I'll give up anything to him without a bloody fight. I might be small according to him but I'm dangerous. I think he's at least aware of that. He places me back on my feet and I follow his trail wordlessly.

I see the light house at a distance. I think we're going there. I pull the jacket tighter around my cold body. I shiver and I stop walking. He stops as well to look at me.

"Aren't we going to your place?" I am just really cold. I don't think I can stand it longer. But my words didn't sound right even to me. The smug smirk is back on his face and he's taking slow steps towards me. I back away. He stops just half a foot away in front of me. My neck hurts as I look up to see his face. He leans towards me and I just need to hold my breath in.

"Eager aren't we?" He whispers to my ear seductively. My reaction to this should be a shudder of disgust but instead a weird heat spreads over my stomach area. Then my whole body starts to feel hot. No. I refuse to acknowledge the fact that he is the cause of this reaction. I will not fall victim to Finnick Odair's charms. I refuse.

"You people in District 4 might be used to walking around in wet clothes but we're used to keep it dry in District 7. I hope you don't mind." I stick my tongue out at him. I know it's childish and kind of pointless but I can't think of doing anything else at the moment. We continue walking. I think I'm starting to get used to the cold anyway.

The view is breathtaking from up here in the lighthouse. District 4 is actually sparkling and the breeze feels so nice on my skin. I enjoy breathing the fresh air while Mr. Finnick Odair seems to be busy with a telescope. A few minutes later, he calls me to join him. He asks me to take a peek at the stars from the telescope. He stands closely behind me. His warmth is actually… comforting. But he's still a stranger to me. I don't think it's a good idea to be close to him.

"You can see the constellation, Aquarius, there." He whispers on my ear again. I shift on my feet uncomfortably. I guess he's enjoying toying with girls. Anyway I don't really get these constellations. All I see are lines… There a noticeably bigger and brighter stars and if I connect them with an invisible line, of course there will be a shape… An insignificant and weird shape for me. Is this his idea of romantic? Maybe he brings every girl he sets his eyes on here and of course those stupid girls will act like they know and appreciate the constellation he's talking about in order not to kill the mood. Well I just want to kill whatever mood present between us at the moment.

I let out a sigh. Aquarius is the water bearer. But I just failed to make out the water bearer from those stars. I straighten myself up and am about to tell him that I'm not buying any of his shit. When I turn back to him, I hit something again. But this time my forehead and nose are spared. Nothing aches. There's just something warm… and wet on my lips.

My eyes widen at the realization. He… He is kissing me. My whole body goes rigid at the contact. This time I cannot stop the gasp that escapes me due to my shock. He takes advantage of this and presses his lips harder against mine. I want to punch him hard off of me but my body won't listen to what my brain wants it to do. His large hands rest on my arms emphasizing how small I am. He nips and sucks on my lips. I don't know if he doesn't realize or he just refuses to acknowledge that I'm not responding. I step back and the action separates our lips. I still can't find the strength to punch or kick him.

He looks at me with half-lidded eyes. His eyes do look mesmerizing but screw that. I take in a deep intake of breath to clear my mind. I raise my hand to slap him but he just catches my hand, holding onto it tightly. He steps close to me before slipping his free hand at the back of my head then pulling me roughly into another kiss. My mind is getting foggy. Why is he doing this? What is his purpose?

His tongue slips expertly into my mouth, exploring. I can't stand this anymore. I bite down on his tongue as hard as I can. I taste his blood in my mouth. He lets go of me and I see the blood trickling on his lower lip. He looks angry. But I will take him on. This bastard…

"The fuck you're doing?" I punch him squarely on his jaw. My hand aches after I did that. I am furious but he just stands there, massaging his sore jaw like it is really nothing to worry about. He then smiles.

"You sure are feisty. That's good." My hands itch to get a hold of something deadly to use against this man. If only someone can throw us both in an arena right now then I'll gladly chop his head off with my ax. He's seventeen and I'm sixteen. We're still in age to be in the arena. They can start the 69th Hunger Games now!

"Be careful, Johanna. Being feisty and tough won't really get you anywhere. I'll see you around." There's sadness… and pity in his eyes. He then turns his back on me and I watch him walk away. My hands become cold. It's like a warning. It's a warning alright. But what for?... What else should I look out for? The Games are over. I'm a Victor. All I should be worrying about is how I'll spend the rest of my money and life from now on. But there's something with his words that makes goose bumps crawl over my skin.

What does he mean?

Should I give up my tough antics? Is he telling me to pretend as someone else in order to be safe?

Why? What for?

End of Chapter 1 ^_^ I do ship Finnick and Johanna~ There's chemistry present between these two. So I thought that I want to write about it. I plan to write a series of connected one shots revolving around their relationship. Thanks for reading and please do review! The next chapter will be up soon ^_~