Right those who have read my Twilight stories, welcome back…before you go off at me, I don't mind the books, I HATE some of the pairing in them but they're good. Anyway, to the Hunger Games fans, welcome to Little Flame, it might take me a while to update but please…stick with me. Remember to review and not just with "Update soon" please, because that doesn't really help with inspiration.

DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately I Do Not Own.

Oh by the way, this is set in Catching Fire, well loosely anyway, I can never do the first one, I hopefully haven't made her a Mary Sue but Indigo, was 12 when she was Reaped, she's two years older that Prim and two-three years younger than Katniss. Katniss is a weaker character in this, I made her that way to help with the story line.

It may take a while for me to update so please don't hate me…WELCOME TO THE FIRST CHAPTER TO Little Flame

Indy
I paled as I heard what Snow had to say, about the Victors being reaped. I faintly heard Haymitch roar and throw his drink through the TV. It shut off, and then Peeta came in. I said, before he even spoke,

"I'll volunteer if she's chosen, but I can't do shit if she volunteer's for me."

"Thank you, Indy." He breathed, and I turned to him,

"She hardly survived the last one. You need someone to come home to; she needs you. No one needs me..." I whispered as I turned and left. I took off into the town, some of the people from the Hob, nodding to me. I went to the Hawthorne's, Hazelle opened the door as I came up the path, Gale came out, his eyes wild and concerned, I brushed past him and he gripped my forearm,

"Let. Go. Gale..." I ground out; Hazelle nodded to him, he released me,
"Inside now." I whispered out, they followed me in. I went to the kids and they hugged me and then scampered,

"I'll volunteer, she hardly survived the last 'ne. Peeta'll have someone to come home to," I turned as Gale started to protest, my indigo eyes blazing, "Don't you f**king DARE START WITH ME! You don't know what it's like, to have HUMAN, blood on your hands. It weighs on you, haunts you at night, I ain't had a full night's sleep in nearly two years, and I'm fourteen now, you can't enter no more, so you don't know nothing about the Games 'n' ya n'er will. Katniss'll be safe; that's all ya needa know. G'night." I left the house, leaving a shell shocked Gale and scared Hazelle behind me. I felt like I was stuck in a cage and I couldn't get out. My hands were shaking, as I found my way to my house. I went to my haven, Finnick having sent stuff from 4 and the Capitol for me. The phone rang and I dropped it as I picked it up.

"Hello..." I whispered,
"Flicker?" Came Finnick's voice, concern laced on it.
"I'm going in again."
"What! You can't-"
"Finn, she hardly lasted in her one, Peeta being the person she fought for, I don't want her to go through that again, Finn. She'd be betta on the outside."
"Okay, okay." he said and we talked for a while, he calmed my nerves, I sat on the window seat, and after a while I said,

"I thought I was done, safe, but…"

"But what?" he prompt me,

"I guess, I'm payin' fer what Kat did."

"…The berries."

"Yup." I breathed as I pressed my head against the cold window, "Home's changed." I heard him rustling about over the phone and then he said,

"Yea…how?" in a soft voice,

"More whippin', Rippa's n'er outta the stocks, 'n' Gale got 'is back torn up, 'cause a the new Head."

"Damn." he breathed, "He okay?"

I moved my head against the window and realised he couldn't see me and said, "Yea, I got a few scars though."

"What happened?"

"I stepped in front of Katniss, before Thread's whip struck her," I said stoically

"Indi…" he said, frustration lacing his tone,

"Finnick, she's the f**king Capitol's sweetheart, it's already started, her gittin hurt, would just make 'em bigger. Nobody cares if the Mutt of the Rag Tag District got hurt."

"DON'T SAY THAT! DON'T BLOODY DARE SAY THAT!" he shouted and I flinched, "You do have people who care for you, me, Jo, Mags, Peeta, Gale, Rosie, hell even Haymitch, don't ever say that Flicker."

"I scare people Finnick, I don't know how, or why, but I do. Yea you'd all grieve and stuff but ya'll move on. I…When I first went in, I thought I had a chance, I got out but now, now, I don't. Y'all have known each of e'other fer years, the older'n still coo and croon at me." I spat.

"I know and it pissed me off as well, you broke the record though," I let out a dark laugh, "listen, the Reaping is in two days, and Jo and I'll meet you before the opening, okay?"

"Okay."

"Get some sleep Flicker, you'll need it."

"Thanks Finn…say 'lo to ev'one for me." by everyone I meant, Mags and Annie,

"I will, Good night you."

"G'night Seaweed Brain." he laughed and I hung up. The moon was high in the sky, and I closed my eyes.

TWO DAYS LATER

I strode up onto the stage, standing, shoulder width apart, arms crossed. I was clad in dark green skinny jeans, and a sea-blue long tunic, and a leather jacket, worn green fingerless gloves and a matching knitted beret adorned my coal hair and olive hands. Each glass bowl had two names in them, Haymitch, Peeta, Katniss and my names on one. Effie, starts her speech but has to stop to hold back tears, especially as she does the girls,

"As usual ladies first…" she hesitates, before going for the right one, then giving us a look, she was back over, clears her throat and said, "and the female tribute for District 12 is…Indigo Everdeen." Katniss froze as I walked over to Effie, I looked at Effie with reassurance and she carried on, "And now for the men," she repeated the process and called out, "Haymitch Abernathy." comes out in a relieved voice,

"I volunteer as tribute."

"I can't let you do that." came Haymitch's voice,

"You can't stop me." came Peeta's resolved voice. Effie waved him over,

"Our tributes for District 12, Indigo Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, may the odds…" her voice becomes slightly thick, "be ever in their favour." Prim, Mother, and Gale start the three-fingered goodbye and we return it. But instead of being sent back into the holding room, we are lead to the train, I rip out of the Peace Keeper's hold and stalk over to the window. I rest my forehead against the ice cold window and calmed down.

Over dinner, we are silent, apart from the slight sniffles from Effie, and the clinking of cutlery, silence reigns. I leave the table earlier and left to my room. I change but sit on my bed, staring out the window, my fingers running my tags through them absentmindedly, already knowing I'll not get any sleep. When my door opens and Haymitch stumbles in. He falls into the love seat and I continue to watch the districts go by.

"I'm going to be fighting my friends…Jo, Finn, Mags, Cedar, Chaff, Wiress, Beetee. All o' 'em."

"I know," came his gruff voice, I turn my head towards him, my indigo eyes searching his face, he's watching me,

"What?"

"You're stil the tiny, little twelve year old, but with a darker edge to yer slate." I gave him a small ghost of a smile and get up. I walked over to him and hug him. He's the closest thing I've had to a father since Dad.

"Thank you, for everything Haymitch, just…get him out." He nodded and I clambered back onto the bed, resuming my position, he got up about five minutes later and left. I was left with my thoughts for the rest of the night. I don't remember falling asleep, I maybe dozed, though as usual was plagued with nightmares.