**Sebastian's Point of View**

"Finnick? Finnick."

Someone is shaking me awake. I mumble something insulting and roll over. My mouth fills with damp sand. My skin itches.

I jump to my feet, spluttering, and knock over a bowl of shellfish.

Where am I?

"Finnick, you were supposed to be on guard." A dark-haired girl says. Her eyes are sympathetic but firm.

"Guard?" I reply vaguely. Then hunger punches me in the stomach and I forget everything else. I'm so dazed that the girl's face is starting to look like a boy's.

It ripples and contorts into the face of Blaine Anderson.

Blaine Anderson. The name sends a spark through me, sending my brain cells into chaos. A frenzy of passion.

I am not this Finnick character. My name is Sebastian Smythe.

I'm a heartthrob, a singer, a lacrosse player, a bitch. I do not live on a beach. And I do not go hungry.

"Who are you?" I demand. My voice is clearer now, less dazed.

"Finnick? Do you feel okay?" she asks, obvious concern dawning on her face. Is she my girlfriend? Well, not mine. Finnick's. I hope she isn't. Right off the bat, I can see that she has absolutely no makeup of any kind on, her hair is matted, and her body is nothing special.

I try to yell that I'm not Finnick – I'm Sebastian and I should be in my bed right now – but I only say, "I'm really hungry."

And I am. The anguish is nearly blinding me, and I need to focus. This is the most bizarre dream in the world. And painful. I feel my skin begin to itch again. It's maddening.

She tells me that she'll be right back and walks into a small tent thing directly behind me. It's more of a grass-woven ceiling with a few sticks surrounding it, actually, but this is so bizarre I'll just call it a tent.

I catch words like 'Mags' and 'extreme grief' and 'drunk Haymitch' but it means nothing to me. After about a minute I cannot stand it any longer.

"I'm not Finnick!" I burst out, charging into the sad excuse for a shelter. The girl nearly drops a tube full of dark stuff that seems to have dropped from the ceiling. "I'm Sebastian Smythe!"

"What?" the girl and a blond boy stare at me.

"I'm Sebastian! I don't know who any of you are, where we are! I'm Sebastian and I live in Ohio and I just want to wake up! This is the worst dream ever!" I scream.

"Be quiet!" exclaims an older man from the back of the tent. "Please, Finnick, they'll hear us and they'll plan an ambush."

"I AM NOT FINNICK!" I bellow, chucking some sort of metal thing at him. It clangs to the floor, missing his head by inches. "DREAMS ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE PAINFUL!"

"Stop it." I feel the blond boy's steady hands on my wrists. "Please calm down. We need the spile for drinking water."

"Who are you?" I demand, shimmying away from him. He's cute, I suppose, but he's part of the nightmare.

"Um. I'm Peeta. This – " he gestures to the brown-haired girl – "is Katniss, and Beetee's back there."

An older man looks up from whatever he's doing and gives a perplexed wave.

"Do you seriously not know who you are?" the Katniss girl asks me. Beetee's head snaps to her.

"I KNOW WHO I AM. MY NAME IS NOT FINNICK. MY NAME IS SEBASTIAN." There I go, screaming again. My face is flushed, and I try not to start slamming my head into the ground. I just want to wake up!

"Sebastian?" Beetee says in a serene, soothing voice. "You are dealing with a loss right now. We understand. Please let your grief out in a more civilized manner, though...you're on every television in Panem right now for sure. Control yourself."

"WHO THE HELL IS MAGS?" I shriek. "WHAT IS PANEM?"

Peeta and Beetee exchange grave looks. "Finnick, just –" Peeta begins.

"SHUT UP!" I yell, and scramble out of the tent. I sprint towards the ocean and collapse right in front of the tide.

My skin is on fire. I scratch until I draw blood, and then Katniss is beside me. She hands me the tube.

"It helps." she says simply, and I allow her to rub it into my skin, dab it on my face. I see the dark splotches on her face from the medicine, and I don't want that, but I want the itching to go away.

The relief is immediate.

"Where am I?" I nearly whimper as she screws the lid shut.

"You're in the 75th Hunger Games. Your name is Finnick Odiar, from District 4. You're 24 years old." Katniss tells me.

Everything about that is wrong.

"Hunger Games?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Yes, the Hunger Games. Where they toss us in an arena and we all fight each other to the death." she says dryly. "It counts as entertainment around here."

I wave her off.

"No, no, no. I'm not screwing with you. I'm Sebastian. From Ohio."

"Ohio?"

"It's in America. I'm a singer and I go to Dalton Academy in Westerville. I'm the captain!"

"You really aren't Finnick?" She gives me a condescending look that I've seen so often on my parents' faces when they catch me in a lie.

"No!" I reply furiously. "My name is Sebastian and know who I am. I have a lifetime of memories."

"So where is Finnick?" she asks, and I shrug angrily.

"How would I know?" I snap. "I just want to go home."

A/N: Yes, I know. This was how I let out my feelings about Grant Gustin playing Finnick. NEEDS TO HAPPEN. This will be from the point of view of Sebastian, Finnick, and maybe Katniss. If anybody actually wants me to continue this, drop me a review! I don't get the alert/favorite notifications, so if nobody reviews, I'll assume that nobody cares and go on with my sorry life.

Oh, and this takes place after Mags dies in Catching Fire for Hunger Games, and in the beginning of the episode Michael for Glee.