Hey, guys! So, this is a collaborative fanfic between me and hermione-amelia-rose1479. Just remember...

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And that's how you know who is talking to you...metaphorically.

Hello people ^.^. Sorry, taking over. So basically this came about when we were, *ehem* extremely bored in a certain Japanese class. So It's our Doctor Who/Hunger Games cross and unlike normal crosses, it's each of the Doctor's 11 incarnations + companions + Jack and Oswin from season 7 ep 1.
Just so you know, we're both very busy with other fics and District 2 isn't up yet. This chapter was written by me, as you can probably tell. Glitchy over here *nudges her* is completely awesome with writing. So for a while, it may just be a one-shot. Though District 5 is done.

So the full tribute list will be up on my profile, that way you can check to see which district your favourite doctor is in :) Hermione and I have divided up the reapings so we have six districts each. This is a culmination in my obsession with the Hunger Games and Hermione's obsession with Doctor Who, so we hope you enjoy it!

This is District 1, who's tributes are Jack Harkness and Oswin Oswald.

Glitchy and hermione, out. Enjoy :D

The Flirting Games: District 1
Jack Harkness and Oswin Oswald

Jack Harkness POV:

I was 18. Well, turning 18 in a couple of days. The Academy picked me for three main reasons

a) I was damn well the best student there.

b) I was trigger happy, and

c) I was too much of a flirt, it was as good as kicking me out.

With an ego like mine, it was pretty obvious I was an only child. But, I beg to differ, I do have a several little brothers and sisters. In eldest to youngest, it's Gwen, Ianto, Owen and Tosh. Gwen is quite a handful, she's takes after me, VERY trigger happy, and I'm very proud.

Reaping day, same thing as usual. Wolf down slices of toast with a mountain of eggs, then chug down a steaming mug of coffee. Last night, I had what could be my final slice of pizza, general fact about me. Pizza and I go together like District 1 and the Capitol. After that relatively rejuvenating meal, I took a shower, shame the district girls… or boys, couldn't see me, you see, I've got pretty large muscles and not to mention, that hot six-pack. Hot water is a luxury, it fits, district 1: the luxury district, so just to annoy little Owen, I took forever in the shower. He's worried, it's his first reaping, but he won't get picked, it'll be me. Gloatingly, I massaged as much conditioner in my hair as I could, making sure it was silky-smooth. I may be getting reaped, but I needed the teen-age girls or guys in the Capitol to send me shit.

"Jack, do I look good enough?" Gwen walked in with pride, she's 16 with jet-black hair and a swoop fringe, her freckles seem to stand out all the time. Gwen's sort of the bad-ass chick at the Academy, always in trouble and always playing with the guns. She currently holds the highest score for her age group, male OR female in Archery, Javelin, Flexibility, shooting with the cross-bow (we both excel in that) and the list goes on for too long. Fucking brilliant, Gwen. Gwen chose this red affair, silk that hugged her curves, ending just above her knees.

"You're my devil-of-a-sister, suits you perfectly." I joked, this comment was met with a pretty hard kick in my nether regions. With a stiletto

"How am I supposed to seduce my enemies now, little sis?" I asked, still cringing in pain. I was trained to resist pain, but, not in that particular area.

"Oh, flirt your way out of it" Gwen said, handing me a pile of clothes. Typical mum, get my little sister to hand me my clothes and get her to annoy me. She pranced out of the room, more like stalking, seeing as she was wearing heels. I peeled apart the clothes and stood disgusted. My mother picked out the worst clothes possible for this. Plaid? I'm not a cow farmer from district 10 and denim? My mother must really have a mental issue.

Oswin Oswald POV

My name is Oswin Oswald, I am 18 and I have defeated all the boys I have been put up against in training. I know Jack, he and I are supposed to volunteer this year, he's the resident bi-sexual flirt. Admittedly, he's hot, though, in true musical style, anything he can do, I can do better. I can kick, punch, hunt, hide and survive better than he.

"Oswin, sweetheart, your food is ready" My mum called, so however grudgingly, I sat down at the table, eating my hopefully, not last meal before I leave. I've been told I look a lot like my mother, and act like her too. We're both cheeky, brunette, hazel-eyes and those ridiculous dimples we get when we smile. Though, for some odd reason, I've noticed, I seem to be the only person with a British accent. In all of Panem. Just me. I guess that make me special, apart from the fact I'm a genius. Everyone says so.

"Mum, these eggs are un-cooked. They have to be taken out just as the yolks begin to brown, therefore, they are still runny" I demanded, you see I have acute paranoia, ever since Academy Camp near the wood, bitch improperly cooked my food, and my friends and I got acute food poisoning. Lovely, so I refused to have my fried eggs runny, they have to still be just cooked and my mum has to take a bit out of each one.

"Oh sweetheart, they're mine. Yours are just coming out" I was handed a plate with egg, hash brown and some sausage. I guess people didn't expect me to be chosen. I guess I'm a stand out, but in comparison to all those bitches who are worried about their vans getting ruined and shit.

"Thanks mum" My house is mum-dominated, dad's the mayor. He's all for the me being a Career, and hell am I proud. I will win these games and I will kick their ass.

"Ah, sweetheart. I need to leave early. I'll talk to you when it's time" It was dad. He looks nothing like me, so much so that when I was born, everyone thought that my mum was using an asexual pill or that I was a child from an affair. Though, no-one seems to notice, but my dad and I have a fondness for baking soufflés, it's our hobby. Soufflés. We've made every type imaginable, well, at least to those of District 1; chocolate, honey, vanilla, chocolate ripple and not to mention, some of our savoury ones: oyster, cheese and chives, mussel, beef, curry. We've experimented. I was so immersed in thought that I only just noticed my mum was brushing my hair.

"Mum, save that for when I get dressed" I near-laughed. Mum had a tendency for brushing hair, it was her nervous habit, we didn't feel nervous, but she did. I guess she's worried, you see, I had a sister. Once, Clara, she was my dad's carbon copy, but she preferred to go shopping and the like. Clara was killed 3 years ago, it was a career betrayal, behind her back, the careers plus this chick from district 3 decided she was too dangerous, so they slit her neck and butchered up her body, scattering it. Not that she didn't fight it, she was shooting arrows, crudely made from sticks, but they worked, she killed the boy from 2 and the girl from 2. It was the girl in 3 who slit her neck. They left her there, then an axe girl from 7, making sure poor Clara was dead, chopped her into pieces and scattered them everywhere. I was only 15, I didn't need to see a sister, my flesh and blood be treated that way. Haven't they ever heard of respect for the dead?

"I can't see you go" my mum cried, hugging me, I tried my best to soothe her

"Mum, I'll come home, I swear." I said. Well, I wasn't going to get too teary now? After all, we hadn't even had the reaping yet. So, moving up to my large wardrobe, I began the tedious process of picking out a dress. On cue, Jack called, so touching a screen and moving it in front of me, I anticipated his call.

"Hello, is this the most badass chick in all the land?" Jack flirted, winking

"I thought that was your sister?" I said "Though." I said, giving him a mischievous look

"Well, are we still doing our matching 'date' outfits. I've got a red hanky I could put in the flower hole" Jack's face was on the screen, it was a district 3 invention, a face-to-face touch machine.

"No, I don't want to look like a boy-band on tour" I said "Well, see you later handsome" I winked. Closing the call. Red. Red. Red. I seemed to only wear red, with the occasional black I suppose. Then I found it, my red figure-hugging dress. It was pretty short, flirtatious, the way I wanted it. The top of the bodice went across from one side of my chest, to another, ending with a bit of a tuck under my arm-pit. It had ¾ sleeves that started at the peak of my shoulders. Finding my red sneakers that matched them, I walked back down. The girls in my district all have showers before breakfast. But I don't see the point, I take it when I wake up. Nodding to my mother, we began to walk to the square for the reaping.

I ended the call with Oswin and was pissed. She hadn't noticed I was in the nude, she might've. She might've. I found a decent suit, call me old-fashioned but it suits me. Haha, like my little 'pun' suit. Suits. Oh never mind. My black blazer with black pants, then my sky-blue dress-shirt and white suspenders. People have always questioned my suspenders, but, they can get up to some pretty kinky stuff when it comes to it. As a family we all walked out the door towards the central square. It was easy to pick out Oswin from the lot, the only girl in red and sneakers. Oswin was a Tomboy from what I knew about her, all the other district girls were covered in pink chiffon and diamonds, while she was dressed stunningly in red-crêpe material and rubies. She cancelled their Mary-sue personalities with her attitude, flirtiness* and dress-sense. I waited in line, after my finger was pricked, I moved to the 18's, waiting for the ceremony to begin. I watched as people I knew flooded square. Tosh moved to the 14s with Gwen filling the space in the 16's, Owen moved to the 12s as Ianto showed him where to go. Ianto nodded at his girlfriend: Liz and moved to the 15s. Between Oswin and I, we took out took out about 4 tesserae for us and our families to increase our chances, after all, some wannabe might want to be tribute instead, though repercussions for being the tribute after not being chosen may just kill them anyway. Like that chick who thought she was better than Lena, she was as good-as dead, she was pushed off a cliff and killed by her district partner on orders. All that grain was turned into flour for little Oswin to bake her soufflés, her soufflés are the talk of the students in the district and it may have also been a part-bribe to the trainers we had, after all, she got her own locker and shower period after that. Hate her sometimes.

I was being surrounded by prissy girls. All in pink wearing nail-polish and diamonds. I sought out for my friend, Jenny and we stood together.

"So, how is our next victor feeling?' Jenny's perky and blonde. Though, she hates pink, her sense of fashion is blue, so we stood out amongst a crowd of pink and yellows and greens. Pastels, a Capitol trend.

"Pumped and ready to shag," I winked

"Of course, how our district will win this year, through the power of seduction." Jenny laughed, but she quietened as the film rolled. We could practically quote this off by heart, the same sound effects, the same words, hell, the same narrator. Our district, same as 2 and 4 are proud to be in this, so it's a very joyous occasion. My dad made a speech, which I nearly fell asleep through, I got barely any sleep, I was nervous and planning tactics.

Our Escort, Ushas Rani from the Capitol stood there in her blinding fashions, this time in bright oranges and reds. This new trend is apparently from some fashion house called; Prydon and it's known for its reds, yellows and gold's . Her wig is as large as the distance between her and father, which is pretty damn far. It was now time to pick out the tributes and with the number of times Jack and I had entered, it was inevitable.

"Ladies first" Our escort said, plunging black, taloned fingers into the bowl, plucking one from the exact middle, she unfolded the name and read it. My heart was pounding in my ears. I was going to win, but who said I would? "Congratulations to our female tribute: Oswin Oswald!" I smiled and ran to the platform, hugging my father and nodding at all of our previous victors, the latest of which; Coco Volant, was one of my dear friends and had trained me well for this.

"Anything you would like to say?" Ushas asked sweetly, her sickly cologne getting to my nose

"I'm avenging my sister and hell, I will be District 1's next victor!" I said proudly and rather forcefully, those prissy capitol girls in their homes watching this and that Gamemaker better be listening.

Typical Oswin, feisty. I laughed to myself, she was making sure they remembered Clara. Clara was great, never got around to dating or laying her, but she was fun, but a little bit quiet. It was now time for the guys. And on cue, Ushas smiled and cleared her throat

"Now, boys your turn." She said as if we were 7 . her fingers waved tauntingly over the bowl, then hovering over one to the right, she snatched the one opposite "Congratulations; Ianto Harkness." I stood there shocked. I took out as much tesserae as I could. However, he sprinted to the mike and said:

"Sorry, but I do believe, it's Jack's turn this year." That was my little brother, her strutted down the stairs and gave me a fist bomb, with I reciprocated. I grinned and winked at the audience, making a couple of the victors, male and female, weak with giddiness.

"Ok, Jack, what do you have to say about that?" Ushas asked sweetly

"Hello Ladies. Or gentlemen" I winked. I spotted Oswin rolling her eyes at me, we were probably going to have a contest on who could flirt the best. It was so on.

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