[[Katniss POV]]
I wake up alone, so I go down to find Peeta in the kitchen. He pulls out a tray from the oven and a blissful aroma fills the air. We nibble the bread in silence until Peeta speaks up. "Shall we go over now?" He suggests. As I open the front door he beckons me back a moment. "Katniss, you need to be sensitive around Sierra. If she doesn't take to us straight away I could understand." He sighs.
"Oh, thanks..."
"No you don't get it. Her fiancée was Seneca Crane." He explains. Seneca Crane? I think he's the head gamemaker that Snow had executed after my first games. No wonder she didn't seem to happy to see me. I hope she hasn't heard how I got my training score in the last Hunger Games. I bite my lip, trying to think of what on earth I should say to her. We knock at Haymitch's house, not wanting to intrude now he isn't alone. He opens the door, dead drunk and leads us to the living room where Sierra is waiting too. She sits on the sofa, glugging some liquor. "I think that's enough of that, sweetheart." He says. He snatches it off her and drinks some as well before placing it on the coffee table. I didn't realise she was also an alcoholic, in fact, I had rather hoped she would encouraged him to cut back. "I thought we were meant to be having a sensible discussion..." I sigh. Haymitch raises an eyebrow, yawns and puts his arm around Sierra. "People always talk better with a little help..."
[[Sierra POV]]
"Let's start again, shall we? This is Sierra and she's going to tell you who exactly she is..." He says.
"Hello, I'm Sierra. You may find that it'll take me a while, to, get used to you. I think it's only fair you know why." I begin. "I was born in District 8, reaped at 16." Katniss gasps slightly, of course she had no idea I was a Victor. "But how come we never knew-?" She asked me.
"No one realised... My prep team consisted of two capitol women, and my stylist's son. Seneca. Yeah, he wasn't always a... A..." I can't speak. "He wasn't always a Gamemaker." Haymitch helps me out.
"Right and we soon had a liking for each other. I do remember Haymitch as the mentor for 12, the occasionally cheeky wink. At the interview, as he does, Caesar asked if there was anybody special. 'I met someone nice here, in the Capitol. If I won, maybe someone could work something out.' Ha, I won. Sure enough, Snow arranged something. Seneca and I were engaged at 17, obviously never got round to it all, maybe we should have. 18 damn years. But the Capitol Citizens loved the idea. Seneca got promoted in time, his dream was head gamemaker. He got there eventually, knew I wasn't keen on it but what could I do? Then well, it got to your games. The day you were crowned victors, he said to me, he said. He said, 'Snow's not happy. Something is going to happen to me, if it's the worst. Go back to 8. Go straight back to 8.'" I take a sip from the bottle, trying to mull the memories. "And then?" Katniss asks.
"Well, the worst. I didn't go back to 8, I stayed. I drank. Then there was the Quell. I couldn't mentor the victors from 8, they were all stronger than me, and it was stupid. Of course I then heard some rumours about how you got your training score, I was friends with some of the gamemakers. Later, I heard about the rebels, and then I fled for the rumoured District 13. It took a while, I arrived there just after you. Withdrawal there was hell. Then Haymitch saw me, the only one who recognised me. He visited me, everyday and well here we are." I finish. Everyone stares at me but Haymitch, who has zoned out in a little daydream.