so as you know, if you've read my other works, rewriting story's with an OC is my favourite type of fanfic. So if you don't like OCs, then please don't ready any further. I hope you enjoy this!

*3rd person POV*

Fleur Harris was an average girl, not so pretty that guys would stop and stare, but not so plain that guys would write her off as undatable. She had long black hair and blue eyes, and hated being taller than most boys in the seam. She never had been one to flaunt her looks, or her body, she'd pretty much been oblivious to her appeal all her life, and that was down to one thing. Well, three things, actually. Her three brothers.

Caleb, 18, Kylan, 19 and Evan, 15, had raised Fleur to think and act like a guy. She didn't mind mud, she liked racing and fighting, she didn't even care if her clothes were ripped or ill fitting. As much as she was a guy, she was also very much a girl. Reaping days, though terrifying, provided her with an excuse to look pretty and wear a dress. She didn't have many female influences in her life, after her mother had died after having Evan, but her one girl best friend, Luce, made sure she was well looked after.

The sky was turning a deep grey as the sun rose, and as usual, Fleur was the only one up. Her brothers snored in their beds, fidgeting in sleep. Fleur sat up in bed, wiping sleep from her eyes, stretching luxuriously. Today was Reaping Day, and Fleur didn't feel like waking her brothers to the horrors that were inevitable. She climbed out of bed, wearing Kylan's worn blue shirt as a sleeping gown, and poured herself a glass of water. She sat at the table, knees pulled up to her chest, as she watched the sun rise, playing with a fraying thread on the shirt.

After a few minutes, there was a knock at the door. Fleur smiled, glad that even though it was Reaping day, the routine was still the same. She opened the door, and Gale looked her up and down, amused at her bed head and lack of clothing. She took in his hunting clothes, the game bag slung over one of his shoulders, and a million memory's entered her head.

*flash back*

An eight year old Fleur walked through the woods, a handmade bow pulled taut in her hands. She'd made her arrows out of twigs and leaves, the tips whittled down to sharp points. After her father had been killed in a mine explosion, the same one that had killed Gales father, her family had suffered. Food was scarce, and Evan was getting worse by the second. The deprivation of food had made him sick, and now Fleur had no choice but to hunt.

Not knowing how to hunt properly or where to find the best animals, she walked blindly into the woods, getting frightened and lost. Finally, she stumbled into one of Gales snares, getting her leg caught. She'd cried out and screamed for hours, before finally passing out from the pain. Gale had been collecting his game despite the rain when he'd seen her trapped in the snare. He'd shaken her awake, and when she saw him, she'd tried to back away, the snare tightening on her leg.

"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you." He'd reassured, and she has stopped struggling. Gale had released her, wiping the blood from her injury on his top. She had tried to stand, but the pain in her leg and the lack of food made her weak.

"Here, I'll help you." He'd offered, before carrying her out of the woods and to Katniss' mother. At the time, Fleur hadn't understood what Gale and Katniss' mother had been talking about, but later, Gale had told her. He had been negotiating, making a deal. A few days worth of food for her treatment. At the end of their argument, Gale had come over and wrapped the blanket around her, before saluting to her with his three fingers.

"I'm sorry... I don't know your name, but I am sorry." He'd said, then disappeared. After Fleur had been bandaged up, and had partially healed, she had gone to find Gale and thank him. Since then, her and Gale had became the best of friend. He taught her how to hunt, she sewed clothes for Posy, and they had been near inseparable.

*present*

"So, are you going to get dressed, or will the rabbits be seeing more of you than usual?" He teased, and she laughed softly, opening the door wider for him to step inside. He did so, wiping his boots on the door step. She closed the door behind him, chucking him her last apple. He smiled gratefully, biting into it, savouring the taste.

"I'm getting dressed, just a second." She teased, ruffling his hair.

*Fleur's POV*

I left Gale to finish his apple, searching for some suitable clothes to go hunting in. I knew in a few hours we'd be there again, staring up at Effie trinket, wishing desperately for our families safety, and our own. I found a pair of brown trousers, a light blue shirt and my hunting boots. I got dressed, putting my hair into a French braid quickly, before joining Gale again. He smiled, and walked towards the door, opening it silently. The cool air blew stray strands of hair from my braid, and I looked back at my brothers momentarily. They'd know where I was, they always did, but there was something in Evan's face, something about the vulnerability in it. I turned away, closing the door.

Gale and I walked down the street like we had for the past 9 years, idly chatting about nothing in particular, but the underlying nervousness was there, as it always was on Reaping day. We slipped under the fence, and ran to retrieve our weapons from under a dug up tree trunk. I pulled the quiver of arrows up my shoulder, loading my bow, before walking forward, Gale at my side. I felt his breath on my neck, and I shivered, from both the cold and the unexpected closeness.

We walked for a while, shooting squirrels and rabbits as we went, and I climbed a tree, trying to get a better view as a small fox sneaks forward. I see Gale kneeling down behind a rock, and he looks up, catching my eyes. He smiles, the light hitting his features just right, and I lower my bow, slightly distracted. He cocks his head to the side, cocking an eyebrow, before jumping slightly as the fox catches a rabbit nearby. I quickly let my arrow fly, and it embeds itself in the foxes chest. It yelps sadly, before falling limply to the ground.

I jump out of the tree, landing solidly, before walking over to the fox. I pick it up, examining it carefully. It was a little skinny, but it would do. Gale clapped me on the shoulder in congratulations, pulling the half mangled rabbit from the foxes mouth. He turned his nose up at it, but stuffed it into his game bag anyway. I stuff the fox into my game bag, and we make our way towards the place we always rest in.

We sat on the grass, sharing a roll Gale had traded for a squirrel. I cut open a pear I had picked from one of the trees, and gave a half to Gale. He took it, but didn't eat it. He stared at it, turning it over and over in his hands, deep in thought. I put my hand on his shoulder gently, and he met my eyes, trying to smile.

"Gale, what's wrong?" I asked, and he shook his head, staring into the distance. I knew what he was thinking, he was thinking about the games, the Capitol, how sick it all was. He hated it here, and I didn't blame him. I moved a little closer, bumping his shoulder with mine reassuringly, and he smiled, nudging me back playfully.

"How many times is your name in the reaping today?" He asked, and I felt a lump rise in my throat. I took tesserae for my family, refusing to let them to take it themselves. As long as we had food, I didn't care how many times my names was in the ball. Kylan already risks his life in the mines, and can't take tesserae any way, and even though Caleb is older than me, I refuse to let him up his life on the line when I know I can do something to help.

"38. You?" I asked, and felt him tense.

"42." He answers solemnly. I look down, fear tangling in my stomach. We could be picked, the odds are not in our favour. If he gets picked... Oh god, I just couldn't... I feel his arms wind around my waist, and I lean my head against his shoulder. It lasted for all of two seconds, this peaceful hold, before I was throwing my arms around him, burying my face in his shoulder, breathing in his scent of the outdoors and pine needles. He held me tightly against him, and I gripped his shoulders, the idea of losing him so real. It could happen, I tell myself. He could be chosen, and who would volunteer for him? No one, that's who.

"It's okay, your going to be okay." He reassured me, but I didn't care about me. I didn't care about the possibility of being picked. I was more afraid for my brothers, and Gale and his family.

"I don't care about me, Gale. What if... What if you get picked? Posy and Rory, they can't do it without you. Hazel, she'd be heartbroken." I couldn't stop the words that left my mouth, and he stroked my hair, pulling it out of its braid. He played with bits of it, like he used to when we were smaller, when things were so uncomplicated.

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. So will you. Now come on, we have to get ready." He ordered, and I pulled back, smiling momentarily before I stood, picking up my game bags and bow and arrows.

the rest of this fanfic will be varying between Gales or Fleurs POV. hope you enjoyed xx