Hi Guys! So this is my first fanfiction on here (so nervous!). I hope you enjoy the story and your feedback will be greatly appreciated! Enjoy! Xx

Disclaimer- Sadly I do not own the Hunger Games or it's characters.

Haymitch

"It's over. It's all over", Haymitch thinks to himself as the train begins to leave the Capitol. Free from all the meetings, deaths, bombings and alcohol restrictions. At last he will be home amongst what is left of District Twelve.

Peeta and Katniss are somewhere on the train, but Haymitch doesn't bother looking for them. "ah they'll be fine" he mutters to the empty carriage. Instead he stumbles around until he reaches the bar cart and begins to drown his sorrows with some Vodka. As he gulps down the fiery liquid, relaxation courses through his body. His mind flooded with thoughts and any concentration is deteriorating rapidly as he tries to read this "God darn" letter. The words dance and twirl on the flimsy paper as if to mock him on his state of being. Frustration rules out and the words begin to settle. As he reads, Haymitch flashes back to Snow's execution day, the wild look in Katniss's eyes as she fought against the guards to this day haunts his mind. Her eyes appeared sharper than any dagger and her face screamed murder. If looks could kill…

Dear Haymitch

As we both know Katniss's mental health has deteriorated since the execution. She is in no state to be left completely alone. I have managed to discuss with Mr Heavensbee the option of letting her return to District 12 on the condition that I call regularly and that she has a supervisor. He thoroughly approved of this decision and ordered her immediate release. We both agreed that it would be best if you were the one to supervise Katniss as Peeta's own mental health isn't at a sufficient level and her mother and Cousin Gale shall not be returning with her. I hope it won't be too much of an inconvenience to you.

Kind Regards

Dr. P. Aurelius

"Fucking hell Capitol clown" Haymitch yells as he sits back and crumples the letter into a ball. He walks over to the fire place and watches the letter burn. "I'm not a bloody babysitter. She can take care of herself. She always has". Picking up the bottle of Vodka, he staggers back to his room. That's when the screams echo through the walls. Taking him completely by surprise, he loses his grip on the vodka and the bottle shatters into crystals around the carpet. "Stupid Katniss, Peeta will bloody comfort her" he mutters. As he bends down to pick up the shards of glass, what he has just said finally registers in Haymitch's brain. What if it's Peeta who's causing the screams? Instantly forgetting about the glass, he runs down the hall to Katniss's room, the glass penetrating his bare feet. Haymitch bursts open the door to find Peeta clutching a knife in his hand, approaching slowly towards a terrified Katniss.

Before he can fully comprehend what is happening, Haymitch runs forward and tackles Peeta to the ground. Katniss lets out another blood curdling scream and runs to her telephone. "NO!" Haymitch booms as Peeta struggles beneath his faltering grip. He slashes the knife in the air screaming "SHE'S A MUTT! DON'T TRUST HER SHE'LL KILL US ALL!" His face is full of loathing. He manages to slash Haymitch on the arm but not deep enough for him loosen his grip. Haymitch manages to pin his arm down and kick the knife out of Peeta's hand. Katniss dashes over and hurls it out the train window. After witnessing the disposal of his weapon, Peeta begins to kick Haymitch in any place possible. Particularly in sensitive places he'd rather not mention. A Capitol attendant runs into the room but both Katniss and Haymitch scream for him to leave. "This will just make it worse for Peeta, Katniss and heck me too". He looks up to see Katniss holding his arms down despite her obvious fear. Pride fills him for a second but it soon disappears as Peeta kicks his "package" again. After 10 minutes of struggling he finally snaps out of it. He looks up into Haymitch's eyes with such remorse and sorrow. "I'm so, so sorry." He whispers. He looks at Katniss and tears begin to pool in his eyes. Haymitch lets go of him and watches him dart out of the room. He collapses on the floor next to Katniss who is shaking uncontrollably. "You ok Sweetheart?" he asks.

"I-I'm f-fine" She replies weakly.

"No you're not, let me order you a drink" Before she can object, he orders a nearby Avox to get some chai tea. As he walks back into Katniss's room, Peeta's sobs echo the hallway. Haymitch closes the door behind me so Katniss doesn't hear him. It would be best for her right now if she didn't.

He sits back on her bed and that's when the immense pain, "courtesy of my feet", hit him. He looks down to see blood trickling from the bottom of his feet.

"Oh my God Haymitch!" Katniss exclaims. She runs into the bathroom. Probably to escape, we all know she ain't good with this stuff. But a minute later she reappears with tweezers and disinfectant. Haymitch must admit that surprised him. So they sit in silence for the next hour as they both worked to extract the glass from his feet. Katniss sips her tea and Haymitch gulps down a bottle of cold, hard Whisky. All that consumes his thoughts are memories from the war, well that's only natural. However, another thought pops into his head. It's the memory of when Haymitch first met Effie Trinket.

It was the reaping of the 59th annual Hunger Games. She miraculously walked along the rubble path that led to his house in six inch purple heels. After knocking around thirty times Haymitch decided to let her in. He opened the door to a young, smiling Capitol woman. Her hair which had to be a wig was violet and big with firmly packed curls. Her eye make-up was the same colour with little hearts drawn under her eyes. Her face was ghostly white and she wore a figure hugging violet dress which was flared below her waist. She resembled a marshmallow. A ginormous, freaky confectionary item. Haymitch had to use all his self-control to stop himself from laughing.

"Hello Mr Abernathy!" She said in a high pitched Capitol accent. "I'm Effie Trinket, the new escort for District Twelve!"

"I'm Haymitch Abernathy, the drunken mentor of District Twelve!" He replied mocking her accent.

Her face quickly dropped into a frown "That's no way to treat a lady such as myself, especially considering we have just met!"

"Sorry Sweetheart come in and tell me what the fuck you're doing at my house" He said gruffly. He watched as she turned her nose up at the foul stench of vomit and alcohol. He started to chuckle loudly at the face she made when her eyes spotted the mess. "Never seen dirt before Sweetheart?"

"Mr Abernathy this is quite appalling considering your celebrity status."

"Deal with it Princess, now why are you here?"

"To make sure you are dressed appropriately and that you are on time" She said confidently.

"Oh these clothes of mine are filthy!" Haymitch mocked "I better get some clean ones!" and knowing full well it would annoy her, he began to strip down in front of her.

"Mr Aber…"

"Call me Haymitch"

"Haymitch please have some manners! I will see you at two o'clock!" and with that she ran out of the house with amazing speed (given she was in six inch stilettoes) leaving Haymitch almost rolling on the floor with laughter.

That particular memory made Haymitch smile for the first time in months. Although he acted as though he did, he never hated Effie. I mean he helped her after she was rescued. Suddenly he felt a pang of guilt that he had left her behind considering that her mental state was nearly as bad as Katniss's. But he soon drowned it out with more Whisky.