*DISCLAIMER* I don't own the Hunger Games. It's owned by the incredibly talented Suzanne Colins.

There'll be mild implied slash between Jamie and Finnick

The Training Centre

The training centre was enormous. It was a tall building with 12 floors, the last being the penthouse. Jamie guessed it was the only privilege the tributes of District 12 had during the Games. As Jamie and Stacey came from District 4, they were housed on the fourth floor. Once inside the elevator, the male tribute of 6 stepped in, grumbling about his costume. Jamie couldn't blame him. He was wearing something that looked like the bullet trains, but for some reason it looked more like a phallic symbol than a bullet train.

"Stupid stylists," the male one muttered as he removed the headdress, instantly making the costume look less phallic, and throwing it to the ground, "They always put us in stuff that could be mistaken for a bloody penis,"

"Can't argue there," Jamie said chuckling, "Name's Jamie. I'm from 4,"

"I noticed," the guy said, "I'm Yannis but my friends call me Yan,"

"Shouldn't you be with your team?" Stacey asked barely concealing her distain for the boy who couldn't be older than 14.

"Nah, I wasn't going to wait for Chelsea to be done discussing fashion with her prep team. Beside my escort gave me the key to apartment so I'm good. The sooner I can get out of these ridiculous clothes, the better," Yan said.

"I take it Chelsea is the female tribute then," Stacey said.

"You got that right," Yan said looking at the number display, "Looks like you guys have arrived,"

"Good, see you in training," Stacey said but as she walked past the boy she whispered something in his ear, making him turn slightly green.

"Ignore her," Jamie said, "She's pretty despicable. I wouldn't mourn too much if she died,"

"Jamie!" Shining barked, "Language!"

Jamie shrugged and stepped out of the lift and walked to the door with a giant four on it. Stacey was already there examining her blue polished nails. Jamie ignored her, letting his body speak for him. Even though there was a slight possibility he'd need her in the arena, he couldn't force himself to like her. If her bitchy mood was still going strong the day of the interviews, he'd kill her himself. Shining opened the door to the apartment and they stepped in. For Jamie it felt like stepping into the future. Everything seemed high-tech, which it probably was, and all looked way too clean, too new. The furnishing was very minimalistic and had a loft like feel to it. Jamie had some richer friends that lived in a loft, which had an open floor plan, with very little privacy. Not that it mattered though. His friends were safe at home, maybe worried sick about his wellbeing, though he doubted it. His rich friends had the emotional range of tea spoon. Jamie's thoughts wandered back to his own family. His mother and sisters would've cried themselves to sleep, his father trying to console them but only making it worse. Jamie had to grin at that.

After being shown to his room, Jamie peeled of his tights and gave them to the Avox girl, feeling no shame in standing naked in front of a criminal. If anything the Avox couldn't keep her eyes off his manhood nor his bum. Jamie took a shower, dressed and headed for dinner. Jamie was sure training would be the main topic during dinner and he didn't look forward to it. Arriving in the dining room, which seated 6 peope: Shining, Finnick, Stacey, Eveline, Matthew – Stacey's stylist and lastly Jamie himself. Avoxes brought plate after plate. Eveline and Matthew were discussing the outfits for the interviews for both Jamie and Stacey, showing them sketches they made so far. The theme was obviously the Marine. Not that Jamie cared. It was better than being dressed in only tights, resembling a mythical creature. Next Finnick came up with a plan for training. He suggested Stacey downplayed her skill and saved her true potential for the Individual Training sessions. For Jamie he told to play to his strengths the first day to make an impression on the other careers and then concentrate on the more survival stuff and showing a mix of both to the Game Makers during the Individual Training. Jamie agreed to that. That way he didn't have to deal with Stacey, the further he distanced himself from the girl, the easier her death would be in the Arena. Stacey looked not convinced, demanding Jamie to help her out with spear throwing skills. Jamie simply ignored her by bringing up the possibilities of the Arena. Nobody, except the Game Makers, knew what the Arena would be. Perhaps Training would be able to shed some light on that, but Finnick crushed that hope almost immediately. After dessert Jamie left for his room.

The next morning Jamie was woken by Shining's excited "Today is the first big day!" Groaning, Jamie pulled himself from his overly comfortable waterbed and stumbled to the bathroom. After a refreshing cold shower, he pulled on the training uniform which consisted of a tank top and a pair of tight knee-length shorts made of a black stretchy fabric. It had some white accents on it. Not that Jamie really cared, as long as it was comfortable. He was glad he had chosen a jock strap as underwear. While he knew the greater part of the females would be distracted by his perky ass, he could care less. The less training they got done, the easier it would be to finish them off in the Games. Breakfast was like most meals a tense affair. Stacey looked tired and had huge bags on her eyes. Jamie wondered if she had slept any before pushing it away to focus on his smoked salmon pancakes, his favorite breakfast dish from District 4. After breakfast, Jamie quickly brushed his teeth and headed to the training floor which was situated below ground level. Stacey sauntered over to the girl from 6 and made some small talk. Jamie rolled his eyes.

"Hey," an ethereal voice said next to him. Jamie turned and saw Fleur Delis from 1 standing next to him, "How are you?"

"I'm fine and yourself?" He took her hand and kissed her knuckles, making a blush faintly.

"Oh my, you're quite the charmer," she said, "I'm fine as well. Though I'd be happier if I were at home helping my sister with her homework,"

"You don't seem to be the usual Career," Jamie blurted out.

"Thank you," she said, "but know that I'll kill if needed but I won't hunt down other tributes,"

"Great minds think alike," Jamie nodded, "Say would you care to form an alliance?"

"Since you seem to share the same mind set, I'm inclined to accept, but I'll await your performance of today and tomorrow," Fleur said, "I already have an alliance with Yasmin from 2,"

"Sounds good," Jamie said.

The main trainer, Atala, demanded their attention, explaining the training stations. She gave them figures about infections and dehydration, the main causes of death during the Games aside from the initial Bloodbath at the Cornucopia. It's a warning some tributes like Arcturus and Viktor didn't take seriously as they believe in brute force not resourcefulness. Jamie looked at Fleur who caught his eye from her standing point next to Arcturus, son of Castor Blacksmith who won the Games about 20 years ago at the age of 18. They both rolled their eyes.

After that they were dismissed and Jamie headed to the spear throwing station. The trainer started explaining how to hold a spear, but stopped when Jamie grabbed a spear and threw it bull's-eye into the most far away dummy without even taking time to aim properly. The trainer was left speechless asking if Jamie ever held a spear. Jamie simply mentioned coming from district 4. Jamie proceeded to throw the remaining spears into dummies.

The next station Jamie visited was the knife throwing station, something he excelled at as well. The blonde didn't give the trainer to explain stuff as he grabbed a handful of knifes before throwing them in rapid succession into the vital points of several dummies. After that stunt, he felt the career pack studying him. Fleur give him a nod, Yasmin - from 2 - gave him a pleased grin. Arcturus seemed to be seething and Viktor had a calculating look on his burly face. Jamie found Stacey at the knot tying station with the girl from 6. She looked angry as she looked into his eyes. Jamie could care less, the only people he needed to impress were the careers and he was well on his way with that.

He headed to the obstacle course station. He waited for the instructions of the trainer because he saw stuff he didn't know what it was used for. In the end he proved his agility as he completed the course in just under 3 minutes. It wasn't as quick as he'd liked it to be so he did it again until his time dropped to 2 ½ minutes. The trainer complemented his learning skill which he accepted.

Satisfied for now, he headed to the knot tying station and practiced all the knots he knew and learned some new ones as well from the trainer, who was impressed by his skill.

Then lunch was announced. Fleur invited Jamie over at the career table, an invitation he'd been hoping for. Arcturus didn't seem to like it that much, Viktor tolerated him not extremely happy having him there and Yasmin smiled and welcomed him.

"So you're Jamie," she said, "I'm Yasmin and this brooding hunk over here is Viktor,"

"Did you just call Viktor of all people a hunk?" Fleur asked.

"I believe she did," Arcturus said, "but no-one can compare to my handsomeness,"

"I think several people can," Yasmin said, "Jamie for example!"

"Thanks you just put me in the first place of his Tributes-I-need-to-kill list," Jamie said.

"Don't worry Jamie, we," Fleur gestured to Yasmin and herself, "will keep you alive,"

"OK then," Jamie nodded before biting into his bread.

"Why does your bread look green?" asked Arcturus looking at the bread in distain.

"Oh dear lord, Arcturus!" Fleur exclaimed, "You can't just ask people why their bread is green!"

"But it seems nasty,"

"It's rather tasty if you like the taste of seaweed," Jamie said while he shoved a piece of bread into Arcturus's mouth, causing him to slightly choke and spitting it onto the floor.

"Are you crazy," Arcturus shrieked drawing the attention to the careers, "That could've been poisoned!"

"Quite whining like a child and eat," Fleur said hitting him over the head.

"You are skilled at throwing stuff," Viktor said suddenly.

"Well that's District 4 for you," Jamie shrugged, "We learn how to wield a trident and spear early in life. That's why most tributes of 4 prefer the spear or a trident if it's available,"

"Do you hope to get a trident like Finnick Odair?" Yasmin asked.

"We shall see. Hopefully there will be one at the Cornucopia," Jamie said, "if so I call dibs on it!"

"Sure, I'd be pretty useless with a trident anyway," Fleur said.

"What's your weapon of choice then?"

"A whip," Fleur said proudly.

"Kinky," Viktor remarked sending Yasmin and Jamie into laughter.

"I've never seen a whip in the Games before though," Arcturus said.

"There's a first for everything," Jamie countered, "just like you eating district 4 bread just now,"

"I'll make you pay for that," Arcturus tried to sound threatening.

"Yeah sure, you've seen those knifes flying from his hands," Yasmin said, "he could easily kill you without too much effort. I'd keep your trash shut before you anger the wrong people and endanger the rest of us,"

"Jamie I think I'd rather work along your side instead of this baby here," Viktor said, "Welcome to The Alliance,"

"Thank you," Jamie said genuinely, "I feel honored,"

In the afternoon Jamie and Fleur headed to the hunting station as well as the camouflage station. Fleur was a natural at making snares and her camouflage was simply amazing. She remarked she loves make up and experimented with it in training. Camouflage was one of only non-violent things they learned at the academy. They spent two hours at each station and by the time they were dismissed for dinner, Jamie and Fleur created a bond of friendship. Which was worrying Jamie a little as he knew he had to kill Fleur if he wanted to win. On his way upstairs he was joined by the siblings of 10. They had occupied the hand-to-hand combat and sword fighting station. Jamie didn't say anything to them. He'd leave them alone until they were weaker to take on.

Dinner was tense. Stacey kept shooting Jamie foul looks which he pointedly ignored. However Finnick wasn't happy with the situation as he asked: "Why are you in such a foul mood girl?"

"Why?" She asked like she couldn't believe her ears, "That scumbag over there got himself an Alliance with the careers!"

"Well I am a career myself, it'd be suicide not to team up with them," Jamie countered, "like you're teaming up with the girls from 6 and 12! No need to call me names,"

"You're just out to kill me! I know it!" she shrieked and got up, knocking over her glass spraying the content all over the table, "I'm done!"

"Wow," Jamie whistled, "Someone's angry,"

"People change during the Games," Finnick shrugged, "Don't mind her. It's good you got an alliance with the Careers,"

"These aren't the games yet Finnick," Jamie bit out before wiping his mouth and leaving for his bed.

Jamie couldn't sleep that night. He needed fresh air as he wasn't used to being coped up like that. Back in 4, he'd spent days at the beach or on a boat helping his father fish. He'd gut all the caught fish and he'd sell them to stores. Stacey's father was one of his dad's regulars. Maybe that's why she hates me so much, he thought, because I know her – kind of – and basically don't want anything to do with her. He shrugged his shoulders as he left the apartment to head to the roof.

Once upstairs he relaxed a little. The roof offered an amazing view over the Capitol which looked simply mesmerizing. What he didn't expect was to find company. It was the boy from 12, Michael Jamie's mind supplied.

"Didn't know I'd find someone out here," Jamie said.

"Me neither," Michael said, "so what brings you here, hot stuff?"

Did he just call me "hot stuff", Jamie thought as he answered: "No, I needed fresh air. Can't stand being coped up too long,"

"We'll have enough time being coped up in the Arena," Michael joked though the humor was severely lacking the statement.

"Yeah, don't remind me,"

"I saw you in training. Looks like the Careers got their claws into you already,"

"I'm a Career myself in case you've forgotten," Jamie pointed out, "it's not like they're terribly bad,"

"Sure they aren't the bad guys," Michael said, sarcasm dripping from his voice, "they only murder the rest of us before turning onto one another,"

"Perhaps but then again that's the whole point of these games. Kill each other until one survives,"

"I don't get why they don't wipe us out like they did with 13," Michael scoffed.

"Shut it," Jamie hissed, "You never know who's listening,"

"As if they'd arrest me before the Games! I'm gonna die in there anyway,"

"You don't know that for sure, but if you're so hell bent on dying, I'll gladly put a knife into your heart. Less competition for me," Jamie said offhandedly.

"Aren't you a morbid person?"

"I'm a fisher," Jamie said, "killing things with a spear or trident is second nature to me. Good night,"

Jamie left for his bed, not wanting to talk about the Games. Those were a problem for later. First he needed to make a good impression on the Game Makers and on the audience so he got sponsors. His sleep was filled with nightmares of previous Games he'd seen on TV. He found himself in Finnick's games, only he was killed over and over again. He woke up drenched in cold sweat at 6 AM. Since he wasn't going to fall back asleep anytime soon, he opted to take a long relaxing bath with loads of bubbles. The bathtub was big - big enough to float in the water but not big enough you'd be able to swim in it. Jamie relaxed and closed his eyes. He just drifted in the soapy water, eyes closed trying to forget about the Games. As he heard a splash he opened his eyes, to find Finnick in the tub as well.

"Finnick!" he yelled, "What the hell dude!"

"Just taking a bath as you are,"

"That's not what I meant idiot! Why are you taking a bath when I'm still in it?"

"Look babe," Finnick said, "You've been in here since at least 7AM, it's now 8AM,"

"Well then I'm leaving. But what are you doing in my ensuite, anyway?"

"I was planning on waking you up,"

"I'm going to breakfast," Jamie said as he got out of the water.

"Sexy ass," Finnick commented.

Jamie rolled his eyes, grabbed a towel and dried himself making sure he wiggled his ass for Finnick's viewing pleasure. He pulled on his underwear and left for his bed room. Breakfast was a bit livelier than yesterday's dinner, but Stacey was still ignoring him. It was started to get bloody annoying. Jamie got homicidal urges. If she keeps up this attitude I'll kill her for sure in the Arena if only to be relieved from her crankiness, Jamie thought. He didn't voice this though. Silently they made their way to the gymnasium. Tomorrow in the afternoon they would have their individual training session. Jamie was already planning on what to do.

Today was spent at the fire making station, edible plants station in the morning. After lunch he made his way to the climbing station, archery station – where Jamie discovered he had no love for the bow and arrow and as a result of that he left it after half an hour - and hand-to-hand combat station. All in all it was a productive day and the Careers were convinced of his worth. Jamie was happy with that but he didn't really look forward to kill Fleur nor Yasmin. He silently hoped someone else would kill them for him.

The next day afternoon would be his moment. Jamie was called after Stacey. Once he entered the Game Makers were talking to each other not really paying attention him.

"Jameson Guerrison, District 4, at your service," he said making a bow.

"Welcome Jameson, you may begin. You have 15 minutes," Seneca Crane said.

He rolled his eyes as he made his way towards the spears, he grabbed three and walked to the obstacle course, but not before asking the trainer to put on the most difficult simulation. He made his way to the obstacle course. Half way in a flip he saw a light of a nearby dummy and he threw his spear while being suspended in the air. The weapon zoomed through the air and hit bull's-eye. Jamie kept running, performing flips and tricks and throwing spear as the high-lighted, moving dummies. That took him about 5 minutes. Next he went to the knife throwing station, running between the dummies and throwing, stabbing and killing the dummies as if they were the tributes. After that another 5 minutes had passed and he made his way to the knot tying station and quickly knotted a net with different knots and threw it over a dummy and "killed" it by throwing a knife in the neck of it. That took only 3 minutes. But he stopped after that.

"I'm done, ladies and gentlemen," he said as he bowed.

"Thank you Jameson! May the odds be ever in your favor," with that Jamie was dismissed.

After dinner the scores would be made public. Fleur was given a 10, Arcturus got a 9, Yasmin and Viktor managed to earn a 10 as well. Stacey got herself a 6, this got a round of applause for her by her stylist and her prep team. Jamie clapped politely for her, before turning his attention to the screen. His picture came up.

"Jameson from District 4 earned himself a score of," Caesar Flickerman said, "10!"

Jamie whooped in joy and got a hug from his stylist. His prep team engulfed him in a group hug. Stacey just glared at him before she headed to the dining table, not even congratulating him. He let it slide. He was happy with his score. The rest of the scores were mediocre at best. Though the siblings from 10 managed to earn both a score of 8 and Michael from 12 earned a 7, which was good for someone from District 12.

Dinner was something akin to a feast. Jamie was at the centre of the attention, but he did his best to redirect some of that to Stacey, showing her he didn't hate her nor wanted her dead. She didn't buy it. Finnick smirked at him and flirted shamelessly with him, going as far to feed him dessert, while rubbing Jamie's crotch underneath he table. Jamie was very thankful it wasn't made out of glass.

That night Jamie spent with Finnick, making out like a rabbits as if there was no tomorrow. Jamie kept begging his mentor for more. He finally understood all the women throwing themselves at Finnick. He simply was an untamed beast in bed at times, but he could also be very caring and gentle. They kissed, cuddled and did so much more.

The following morning both Jamie and Stacey were taught how to behave themselves on camera and for Stacey how to walk in high heels without falling every five feet. Shining had trouble to keep his poise on more than several occasions, Jamie on the other hand had trouble keeping his face straight after a while and Stacey's mood went well below zero by lunch time. Lunch was a light soup, some shell fish and yoghurt with fruit for dessert.

After lunch Finnick taught them what to say, making sure they were likeable enough. Jamie excelled in this. He was a natural charmer and flirted openly with Finnick, but that may be because of what they did last night. About two hours before the interview, they stopped and were told to refresh themselves. Jamie took a quick shower before his hair and nails were done by the prep team. They even added a small layer of make-up onto his face to hide all the blemishes, not that he had many, all the while chippering about how excited tonight was and over parties they had attended, annoying the living hell out of Jamie. His outfit, a more revealing sailor uniform, was put on and Eveline did the last touches to his hair styling it into fashionable mess with some gel and loads of hair spray. They had also added green streaks in his hair. It was temporary and would wash out after several hours, that way he wouldn't sport green hair in the Arena. After the preparations Jamie was ushered into a car that would drive him to the City Circle were the interviews were held. All of the Panem would watch the interview, or at least where there were television screens available.

They were seated in a row on a small stage which was connected to the main stage. On the main stage a comfy looking armchair was placed for the tributes to sit in. The first tribute to be interviewed was Fleur Delis. Caesar chatted about her score, her sister and her dress, which was a silver dress with a flowers out of diamonds were sewn on it. Her hair was done up in sophisticated curls. She sparkled in the right light and was portraying herself as a resourceful beauty princess. Next was Arcturus, acting like he owned the place. His arrogance wasn't welcomed but his sense of fashion was. Yasmin was dressed in a Greek inspired purple dress with a body decorated with jewels. Her dark red hair was done up, leaving her bangs to frame her face. It went on to Stacey. Jamie paid little attention to the interviews. When Jamie was announced he had to take a calming breath.

"Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome Jameson Guerrison," Caesar yelled, which was met with a big round of applause. "So Jameson, let me first congratulate you on your score of the individual training session. Did you expect it?"

"Thank you, Caesar. You may call me Jamie though," Jamie said, "and I wasn't really expecting a high score,"

"Yasmin mentioned you having impeccable aim with a spear. Was that what you did during your session?"

"I may or may not have showed off my skills in handling a spear," Jamie said winking at the cameras.

"We'll take that as a yes, won't we folks?" Caesar said, "So tell me, are you enjoying your stay in the Capital,"

"It has been amazing. The food is simply amazing and the views from the top of the Training Centre are simply breath taking," Jamie gushed knowing back at home they would laugh themselves silly as it was no secret in his household he hated the Capitol with a passion, "I've been eating spare ribs almost every evening. You can't tell right?" Jamie got up and turned in profile to the public.

"No, you can't!" Caesar said smiling, "I like you! But there's a question all of Panem is dying to know the answer to that. You volunteered for that boy. Why, did you that? Are you friends, family, lovers perhaps?"

"That boy, was Harry. He's my brother in all but blood and way too young for the Games. Not every 14-year-old from our district is Finnick Odair. That's why I volunteered but also for a more selfish reason. I didn't want to be reaped at 18," Jamie said his brotherly love for Harry shining in his eyes, "I promised Harry I'd win the Games or at least die trying and I intend to keep that promise,"

"Do you have a plan for in the Arena?"

"I'm not that thick headed Caesar," Jamie smirked, "I do have a plan but I'm not going to reveal it right now. You'll see in the Games,"

"Well one last question before our time is up. A handsome young man like you sure are leaving someone special behind. Do you have any last words for her?"

"No I don't have that special someone. And if I had it would be a boy, as you see I'm not exactly romantically attracted to women,"

"Oh my! I hope you didn't just come out of the closet on national television,"

"Thanks for the concern, Caesar but no. My immediate family have known for 5 years now. My best friends didn't know and I hope they're mature enough not to drop me like a rock for simply preferring males over females,"

"I'm pretty sure they won't. Especially if you win these Games which I'm sure you'll do! I'd bet my hair you do! Ladies and Gentlemen, give this courageous, handsome lad a massive round of applause!" Caesar said right before the buzzer went off, raising Jamie's hand over his head.

Jamie walked back to his chair, feeling pleased with himself. He hope he got some sponsors. After all the tributes had their interview, they left the City Circle again to head for the last night of peaceful sleep.

Dinner wasn't tense. Stacey and Jamie were complimented on how they handled the interview.

When Jamie headed to bed, Finnick followed him.

"Jamie," Finnick said, "promise me you'll do your best to get out of there alive,"

"I will Finnick," Jamie said, "I thought you were in love with Annie,"

"I love her like a sister. I'd rather marry you than her to be honest,"

"Oh my. Who would've thought the Capitol Darling would be gay,"

"I've slept with men before, just so you know,"

"Last night proved that," Jamie kissed Finnick, "I've had a massive crush on you since you won the Games,"

"You did? How old were you anyway?"

"Well I was 9 when you won,"

"That's awefully young. When did you tell your parents?"

"When I was 12. I wanted them to know in case I was reaped,"

"Let's not talk about that now. It's our last night together," Finnick said as he pulled Jamie back in a heated kiss, "Let's get these clothes of you,"

Jamie let Finnick strip him to his underwear. The bronze haired mentor licked his lips and dove right in. Kissing, nibbling Jamie's body until Jamie was sporting a massive erection.

"Let's get you undone one last time," Finnick grinned as he stripped out of his clothes before grabbing a bottle of lube.

Finnick was gentle but demanding. A perfect lover for Jamie to lose himself to. With each thrust Jamie lost himself in pleasure. Half way, Finnick managed to get underneath Jamie and let Jamie do all the work. It didn't take long before Jamie reached his climax, sending Finnick over the edge as well.

"Damn it Jamie," Finnick said, "I'm gonna miss you so much!"

"Me too. I'll promise I'll get back to you," Jamie gave his mentor one last kiss before falling asleep tired from their activities.

You can still vote for your favorite pairing for in the Arena. So far nobody has voted. Finnick/Jamie is canon (in this fanfict at least) but outside the Arena.
The pairings are:

Jamie/Fleur
Jamie/Michael
Jamie/Cedric
Jamie/Viktor (new one)
Jamie/another tribute (you comment which tribute)