So I've decided to turn this into a collection of Oneshots. Most if not all will based on my crazy selection of music, but they won't all be Songfics. I hope you enjoy.

Song this was based on was 'Summertime Sadness' by Lana Del Rey. It's probably been done before, but oh well.

"Kiss me hard before you go." Effie whispered seductively in his ear. He shifted slightly on his seat on a small foot stool and nodded. The whiskey in his hand was still as full as it had been when he poured it an hour ago. He didn't dare drink it, not on a night like tonight when everything rested on his shoulders. Effie straightened up and fixed him with an annoyed stare, and he studiously ignored her. It was hard, knowing that if he just turned his head, he'd see her eyes, the brilliant blue eyes that had taken him years to realize he'd never get out of his head, alight with amusement. Yet at the same time he knew that he'd also see that glimmer of fear, reflecting that in his own eyes. With a huff, she flounced off, joining one of her Capital friends and turning her back on him. He took a moment to eye her figure, before shaking his head and focussing on the matter at hand.

It was eleven thirty at night, yet the lobby of the training center was as packed as it had been in the morning. A sense of excitement had filled the air slowly over the course of the day, the people of the capital gathering to debate the outcome of this year's games. Haymitch couldn't help but think to himself if only you knew. Tonight was the night when everything would change, when the rebellion would either burn throughout the country or go up in smoke. Their plan was so fragile; too many links that might be convinced to spill the beans, too many times and schedules that needed to be carried out to the letter or it would all fall down, too many risks involved. Yet, it was the only plan they had, and should it succeed the world as they knew it would cease to exist. It was daunting in a way, to even imagine a world where their children could grow up safely, with enough food in their bellies and without the fear of being reaped to go into the Hunger Games. It made him dizzy when he paused to think about it.

Yet underneath, the anxiety refused to stop bubbling. The fear of making one mistake. One mistake that could ruin it all, cause them the loss of not only their lives, but half the populations lives as well. Still, they had made it this far and planning a rebellion right underneath the President's nose was not something many wouldn't have even considered never mind accomplished.

Effie let out a laugh at something one of her capital friends had said, and drew his attention to her once again. It was not the deep belly laugh that he had grown to love about her, but rather a mere tinkle of a laugh, one that she always used at capital parties. The careful one, that he had learnt was as fake as her pink eyelashes. When she truly laughed joy seemed to bubble out of her, until everyone around her couldn't help but laugh as well.

He marvelled at the way she could blend into any circumstance. Looking at her, blending in perfectly with the rich wives of the Capital's top business men, eagerly discussing fashion and gossiping about other wives who weren't in attendance while their husbands retreated to the sides of the room to drink Scotch and make handshake deals when they thought no one was looking.

Watching her, no one would ever guess that she was the one that had scheduled the lightening strike, scheduled the hovercraft, fed information back to them by sweet talking President Snow's personal assistant. She had risked her life more times than any of them would ever know.

He glanced at the clock, and saw that it was almost time to leave. Katniss and the rest were fast making their way to the lightening tree and the seconds were ticking by. It was time for him to head up to the roof.

Effie watched him leave. He slipped through one of the side doors, so quietly and quickly that no one even noticed he had gone. He was tense. She could see it by the set of his shoulders, the drawn lines around his eyes. He hid it well, burying it all under his signature scowl. But she knew him. She knew him better than anyone else alive. He usually pushed everyone anyway, not just people from the Capital, but anyone who got in a six foot radius of him. It amazed her that she, the angel of death, the ultimate Capital puppet, had been the one to break down his walls enough that she knew what he was thinking just from the set of his shoulders or the cruel smile that sometimes twisted his features.

Effie turned back to her conversation with Ava Berrymore. She had completely forgotten what they had been talking about, something that she had never had much interest in, but she listened attentively as her friend finally wound down before excusing herself to use the ladies. As soon as she had escaped into the elevator she quickly removed her heels and the majority of her make-up. She wouldn't need it anymore, and Haymitch always loved it when she was fresh faced and petit. The elevator doors opened, revealing the beautiful gardens on the roof and the starry night sky. Haymitch was waiting, wearing a heavy coat, boots and his beanie pulled down low over his forehead. This had always been his favourite place in the Capital. It was the only place where something natural existed. It was the only place that seemed to have a breeze, the only place that wasn't covered in bright and unnatural colours and lighting. It had become their spot, the place where they could be honest with one another without hiding behind their respective masks. Effie had been most put out last year, when he had shown their place to Peeta. When she confronted him, he had simply replied with

"Everything is a lie in his life at the moment. Let him have a small piece of beautiful honesty before we have to send him to his death."

Effie had never mentioned it again.

"You look beautiful." Haymitch said in a rough voice, eying her up and down. "Except for the wig."

Effie rolled her eyes, and reached up to remove it. With a few deft movements, she had dispensed with it, and the clips that held her natural blonde curls in place, allowing them to fan out over her shoulders. The red dress she wore was longer, and a little less capital than she usually wore. Cinna had designed it. It was one of his last creations before he was captured, and he had taken inspiration from before the dark days. It was made of a plain cloth, bright red in colour and draped over her one shoulder before wrapping around her curves. She looked dangerous in it, but at the same time she looked more at peace than any of the other Capital woman downstairs.

"Dance with me." She said, holding out her hand "dance with me like you did at Johanna's victory ball."

He smirked and took her hand, pulling her gently into his arms.

"That was the night we first slept together." He remarked with a smirk

"Oh hush"

"That was the night I realized that I loved you." He added softly. Effie drew back slightly to look at his face. She traced the curve of his jawbone with her finger tips, letting them hover over his lips for just a moment. She didn't know when she had fallen in love with him. Part of her believed that she had always loved him, and that's why no one else had ever been good enough. But how to put that into words?

"I know." He murmured, reading her mind and pulling her close again "I know."

"What time does the Hovercraft arrive?" She asked softly, fighting the tears.

"Any minute now." He answered

It had been Effie who had figured out that the Forcefield that prevented the Tributes from hurling themselves off the edge of the building surrounded them, but did not cover them. A hovercraft could go high enough to go over the forcefield and land quite safely on the roof. Yet at the moment she wished she hadn't. It hurt so much to have him leave her, here, in this garden.

She could go with him. He had begged her to go with him to Thirteen. But she had refused. She would remain here to keep Snow and Peacekeepers busy. She was the distraction. He hated it.

"Don't forget me." She found herself saying. "I can withstand anything they do to me, if you promise that."

"I could never forget you Effie." He answered "You are my life. I hate the fact that you're staying here."

"It'll be okay."

He nodded reluctantly, but before he could reply the sound of the Hover craft reached their ears. He looked up briefly, before cupping her head, and pressing his lips to hers. The kiss itself was intense, possessive, and yet so Haymitch. She could taste the whiskey on his lips; feel the scratch of his unshaven face on hers. He was holding her to him like he would never let her go. She was dimly aware of the Hovercraft landing next to them, of Plutarch waiting by the door, but neither of them seemed to care. It was only once Plutarch had shouted a warning that he finally let her go.

She stepped back as he climbed aboard the Hovercraft. She considered doing a three fingered salute, but decided against it. This was not a goodbye. Not if she had anything to do with it.

The wind from the Hovercraft blew her hair out behind, reminding her that she had dispensed with everything that was capital. She walked slowly to the edge of the building and watched as it disappeared into the night sky. She had just lost sight of it when she felt the cold edge of the Peacekeeper's gun press into her back. With a sigh she turned to face them, her red dress matching the rebellious fire that was burning through her.

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