Hi guys. I absolutely adore the idea of Finnick and Katniss together, so I thought I would try my hand at some Finniss fan fiction. This is just going to be a bunch of one shots in one big story, so I hope you guys like it.


I sink my fingers into the damp sand, the cool grains providing relief to my shaking hands. I draw out a shaky breath but it sticks in my throat. I look with the corner of my eye to see Finnick sitting in the water. His bronze hair is damp, and even from here I can tell he is shaking as much as I am. Peeta has long since stopped trying to comfort me, so he sits a few yards away with Beetee and Johanna. Every now and then he looks over at me, silently asking if I'm ok. I don't respond, because there is no point asking questions you already know the answers to.

I slowly stand up, making sure my movements are slow and smooth. Anything to quick or jerky will make my head spin, and then I would have to sit back down again. I rub my hands together to remove the remainder of the sand, and quietly walk over towards Finnick.

My feet sink into the grainy sand. I silently wish it would just suck me up and swallow me whole. Anything sounds better than the nightmare I'm living in right now.

The water is cold against my ankles, but I ignore it. I wade over to where Finnick is sitting, and ease myself into the water. He doesn't acknowledge me sitting here, but I don't expect him to. But I do expect some answers.

Even against his tanned skin, I can see it's red and splotchy. With his red and puffy eyes, the sea green in them contrasts in an almost frightening way. His finger traces circles in the water, and he hums a tune I can't recognize.

He reminds me of my father in a strange sort of way. Any form of singing or humming makes me think of him, so I usually try to avoid it. I think back to how hard it was to sing for Rue; not only because she was dying, but because music is only a reminder of my father's death. The pang in my chest is strong, but it doesn't subside like it usually does.

We don't say anything for a long while. Artificial pink coats the sky in thick hues, and it only adds to my growing anxiety. The foamy waves that gently caress my waist seem to provide strange means of comfort, so I just focus on the gentle rise and fall of the small waves.

I look over to Finnick, who, even though I am right next to, seems more distant than ever. His eyes have a far-away glaze that I so often see in Gale's. Thoughts jumble in my head, and right when I think I have a coherent thought ready it leaves me. Sentences jam in my throat, and I silently wish I could be as good with words as Peeta is.

I sigh. I decide to just come right out and say it.

"Finnick?"

He doesn't say anything, but I can tell he's listening.

"Why did one of the jabberjays sound like me?"

He clenches his jaw, and I immediately regret ever saying that. But that question has been chewing at my insides all afternoon, and I wanted some answers.

"Katniss! Katniss, please help me!" My blood runs cold. I jump to my feet, and sprint into the jungle. "Prim! Prim, where are you? I'm coming!" My eyes are frantic, searching for any signs of my little sister. Leaves and vines cut at my face, but I am too charged with adrenaline to even notice the pain. "Katniss!" Gale. My breathing grows heavier, the pained sounds of everyone I love incasing me in an inescapable dome.

Finnick comes crashing through the trees, and rushes over to my side, tugging at my arms. "Katniss! Are you ok?"

"Finnick!" A voice I don't recognize shouts his name, but the color in Finnick's face drains. He drops my arms immediately, and runs deeper into the trees. "Finnick, its not real!" I shout. I chase after him, desperate to ignore the sounds of my sister and family wailing in agony. I find Finnick frantically searching for the disembodied voice, his face pale. "Finnick! It's not real! They're jabberjays!" Finnick shakes his head, turning towards me with a wild look in his eyes. "How do you think they got that sound Katniss? Jabberjays copy." The truth of it sinks in, and my knees start to buckle. "How did they get that sound?" I think to myself. The shrieking increases in volume and intensity, but then I hear a new voice added to the set of screams. It's my voice.

It couldn't have been me, because my mouth is clamped shut.

They obviously wouldn't put the sound of my own screaming to scare me, so who would it be for?

Peeta?

But Peeta isn't here.

Finnick. Finnick is here.

I grip his shoulders tighter, shaking him a little. "Finnick, its ok. I'm ok. I'm right here." My attempts at comfort seem weak, but his panicked breathing begins to slow a little. I flinch at the sound of Gale screaming my name.

"We need to get out of here," Finnick says. I nod my head, and we run back towards the beach.

Finnick stares at the ocean for a long time. For a second I think I see some color rise in his cheeks, but I was probably just imagining things. Heat is slowly leaching out of my body, and sitting in the water isn't helping that much. I want to get this conversation over and done with, but part of me knows that this is the only chance I'll get to a normal conversation with Finnick.

I sigh through my nose. "The jabberjays made the sounds of people we…care about." The last two words choke in my throat, but I urge myself to keep going. Prim. Gale. Madge. Even my mother. I shudder at the memory. "Finnick? Do you…why did..?" I stumble on my words, unable to string them together.

"Look, all I want to know is why-" his lips soon interrupt my words. He presses his face to mine intently, his salty-sweet scent mixing with the briny smell of the ocean. I don't move, or do anything. In fact, I'm completely frigid, because all I can think about is how warm his lips are. But, as quickly as it started, it ended. He pulls away slowly, and the lack of warmth from his lips and body makes me shudder.

The realization of what I just did hits me with full force, and guilt soon replaces any feeling that I just had. I turn around to see if Peeta witnessed what happened, but I notice that he and Johanna are both gone. Probably went to get some more fresh water.

I play with the end of my braid, unsure of what to do or say. Nothing seems to make sense anymore, and this just adds to my list of confusion. Finnick has always been a flirtatious kind of person- he might have just been messing me. But the jabberjays? That wasn't exactly a practical joke. The thought of him even liking me comes to me more of a surprise than anything. But before I sort through my feelings, I need to figure out his.

"Finnick I-"

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that."

"No, its…its ok, I'm just confused."

"Why are you so stupid?" I think to myself.

He pauses for a moment, trying to regain his thoughts.

The sun has now just dipped under the horizon, the air already starting to cool off. I think Finnick is just as confused as I am, what happened bewilders us both I'm sure.

I wait intently for him to say something. Anything. I want him to crack a joke, or smirk, or laugh. But he says nothing. I sigh through my nose, and slowly stand up. "I think we should head back to the others," I say. I reach my hand down to pull him up, and he grasps it without hesitation. I don't think I've ever been this confused in my entire life, and the fluttering feeling in my chest is driving me insane, but I refuse to let go of his hand. We look at each other, waiting for the other to pull their hand away.

Neither of us do.


Well thats it! Thanks for reading it, reviews are really appreciated. I'll try to post another little chapter soon, so hopefully y'all won't have to wait to long. Thanks again! :)