Prompt : Hi again! If you have the time and energy can you write this for me? Joanna finds Effie and Haymitch tangled up in bed, Effie without all her make up and wigs. And well Joanna being Joanna. I love it when you involve the other victors as well. Thank you!

Johanna's Discovery

Johanna hated feeling useless.

Ever since she had failed the test, no one in Thirteen knew what do with her. Finnick, Katniss and baker boy were all gone to fight, she was the only one left behind. Well… Haymitch and Beetee were left behind too but it was a miracle Haymitch was capable of standing on his feet at all given the lack of liquor and Beetee would have been of no use to anyone on a battlefield. They still both managed to make themselves useful in Command, meanwhile she was left swinging a gun in the shooting studio, in front of a camera, for propos no one cared about, and run around with messages for people who couldn't be bothered to answer their communicuff.

It had come to a surprise to exactly no one that Haymitch had ignored the calls from Command. He had been gone for only two hours and he had been dead on his feet when Trinket had finally managed to usher him out of the briefing room.

She didn't knock on his door before barging in and going directly to the sleeping area, intending to wake him up with a sharp shout in his ear. She froze when she caught sight of the bed. She should have known, of course, but it still surprised her for some reason.

Trinket was sprawled on her stomach, her cheek against the pillow, fast asleep. The scarf was gone and her hair was spread around her head in a tangled mess of blond curls – Johanna should have just bet she was a blonde – her features were so peaceful that Jo's hatred for her only grew because she knew she would never know such tranquility again. Haymitch was lying half on Trinket's back and half wedged between her body and the wall, his arm was wrapped around her and his head laid between her shoulder blades. It couldn't have been comfortable and yet he didn't stir when Johanna walked closer.

She couldn't quite swallow back her disgust.

She had suspected for a long time that they were lovers. Being lovers was one thing. But this…

The scene was innocent in a way. They were both clothed, there was no sign at all that their sleeping arrangement had come from a quick tumble between the sheets. It spoke of a sort of intimacy, she didn't understand how he could share that with a Capitol.

She grabbed the pillow left on the unused bunk bed and violently tossed it at the two of them. She had expected Haymitch to jerk upright and launch a punch at thin air. Instead, he lunged his body even more over Trinket, as if to shield her, his right hand feeling around the pillow, probably looking for a knife he wouldn't find. As for Trinket, she let out a long whine of protest.

Soon enough, Johanna was faced with two similar glares.

"What do you want?" Haymitch grumbled.

"Did something happen?" Trinket frowned, suddenly more awake. She shrugged Haymitch off her as she sat, her legs dangling from the edge of the bed, her head bowed not to touch the low ceiling. "The children?"

Johanna sneered at her and stared purposely at Haymitch. He was slower in getting his bearings, obviously still exhausted. She didn't leave him time to process being caught in bed with his escort. "Rise and shine. Boggs's dead. Your brainless bird and her star squad took off."

"What?" Trinket shrieked just as Haymitch flopped back on the bed with a "Fuck."

"Move your ass to Command." Johanna spat turning on her heels.

She hurried out of his room as quickly as she could, noticing little details she had missed on her way in. The standard white bra that clearly didn't belong to Haymitch neatly folded on a chair, the hands cream lotion forgotten on the table, the general lack of a mess in the room… Had Trinket moved in already?

She didn't get it.

She truly didn't.