Hello everyone~ This is a story I have always had in my mind when I started writing fanfics! Hope you guys like it!

Chapters will alternate between Haymitch's and Effie's POV.

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Haymitch

Not long now. If everything goes according to plan. He thought.

He would attempt to explain to her soon. Then they would have to leave. He had no doubt she would throw a fit. But he would have her on that hovercraft no matter what happens. Even if that meant knocking her out first.

He stared at the screen in the penthouse. The group was by the beach. Beetee will make sure everything goes smoothly.

Three hours at most.

His hands ached for a drink. He looked at the half finished juice in his hand. It tasted horrible. He should try to find her instead. Maybe she could distract him before they leave tonight. She was no doubt going around looking for sponsors. Not that sponsors mattered anymore.

Sometimes he wondered if she knew what was going down tonight. She wasn't the same person as she was before. Maybe she changed. Maybe he saw her differently now.

The penthouse is almost empty with everyone out partying and socialising. He should head out now to find her now. She was probably at the lounge flirting with some sponsor.

Turns out he wasn't wrong. He found her almost on a sponsor's lap with her hands on his chest. The sight hit him with a pang of jealousy. But it wasn't that uncommon of a sight and they never defined their relationship anyway. Who is he to get jealous over Effie Trinket?

This it wasn't a time to get - jealous? Was he? He was here to make sure that she is going to be safe when shit goes down tonight. He walked right over to the couple on the sofa and pulled her hands away from the pink haired guy with eerily green eyes.

"Sorry, may I borrow my escort for a while?" He slurred his words, hoping the guy would believe it was just another drunken stunt.

He didn't give him a chance to reply and dragged her away. She resisted for a while whilst apologising to the male sponsor as she got forced to follow him.

"You are not drunk. What do you think you are doing?" She huffed as they got to a private corner behind the bar.

He threw his arms around her and pressed her against the wall.

"As far as the other people in the room sees me, I am." He whispered.

"What's happening?" She said softly, warm breath against his ears, making him shiver.

"Don't ask anything. Stick close to me for tonight."

He nibbled her earlobe making her moan.

They were literally stuck together for the next hour. In the penthouse. In his bed.

For a while she made him forget alcohol and whatever was coming next.

Sometimes he wondered what they were. But they were going to war and this wasn't something he should be thinking of. He didn't even know if they could make it through the night alive.

She never stayed before. She usually slip out of his room after they were done.

Maybe she was ashamed of him. He wondered if she slept with other people too. Not that he cared. This is the Capitol.

But she isn't like everyone else. Is she?

Now here she is snuggling against him. He could feel her eyes on him. It was something they developed after years of working together. They could always sense each other's presence in a room or when one is looking at the other. They also seem to have developed a system of communicating with their body language.

Time to leave. Don't go for that sponsor. Too much alcohol. Save me. Almost drunk. Sex tonight.

"We should go." He said to stop himself from thinking too much. That was enough distraction for the night.

She was unusually quiet tonight. He noticed. Maybe she had a sense of what was going to happen.

They just got dressed as her communicator started to flash. Something has happened in the arena.

That wasn't the plan.

They rushed out of to the living room to see a black screen.

"Fuck." He cursed.

"We need to go now." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the elevator.

She didn't ask anything on the way down. She wasn't even surprised when they met Plutarch on the way to the back door. She didn't even question them when he asked Plutarch about what happened in the arena and what their plan was.

That wasn't what he expected from her. She kept quiet until they reached their transport.

He wasn't expecting to see a black car in front of the hovercraft. Maybe it was a transport for Plutarch's assistant.

He wasn't expecting her to stop him while they were walking towards the hovercraft. After being so cooperative, she decides to stop him now?

He expected her to question him, to resist going on the hovercraft, to scream at him. But she didn't.

He wasn't expecting her hand on his cheek. No she didn't hit him.

He wasn't expecting blue eyes swimming with tears. They looked him with so much guilt and hurt.

He wasn't expecting the tender kiss. They never kissed like that before. It felt like the worst of the best.

"Stay alive." He could almost hear the I love you.

He wasn't expecting her to step into the black car.

He had so many questions.

He wanted to stop her.

He wanted to throw her in the hovercraft.

But he was stunned by her actions.

He was confused. Angry. Betrayed. Shocked.

He could only watch the car drive off and disappear down a corner.

"You have your orders and she has hers. We need to go now." Plutarch's voice brought him back to reality as he tugged on his arm to get him to step into the hovercraft.

He wasn't expecting to leave tonight without her.

He wasn't expecting Effie Trinket to be a rebel.