Prompt: Maybe I need an head doctor but I really enjoy the idea of Coin walking in an half naked Haymitch or hayffie in bed! I'd love to see the reaction… Would you write it?

I know what you wanted but I gave it a twist XD

Blackmail & Facts

"I was told you were here."

Haymitch startled awake from what couldn't have been a longer than fifteen minutes nap and automatically wrapped an arm around the woman half sprawled on his chest, his other hand looking for a non existant weapon. It took him several frantic heartbeats to realize where he was and what was going on.

Effie's hospital room.

And President Coin was standing at the foot of the bed, perusing his escort's medical chart like she had any right at all to do so – although he figured she might have, she was acting-President now. He watched the woman warily, his eyes darting to the door where the number of guards had doubled. He found it ridiculous to keep soldiers at Effie's door like she was going to escape in her state – he and Plutarch arranging an escape was far more likely and he had already a few ideas if it came down to that. He tried to extricate himself from under Effie but she groaned and held on fast in her sleep so he stopped trying to get out.

She didn't get enough sleep and he hated to disturb the few hours of rest she managed to take.

All the more so for Coin.

If he hadn't liked her in Thirteen, he liked her even less since the rebels' victory.

Not to say he hated her.

"What are you doing here?" he growled, his hand protectively cradling the back of his escort's head. He was flaunting his weakness but he figured his weaknesses were pretty much out there anyway. The kids… Effie… He had been bargaining for an official pardon ever since her rescue days earlier. He refused to have her put on a mockery of a trial only to have her demonized and then executed on TV. He had followed some of the escorts and Gamemakers' trials with disgust and a bit of shame.

He knew those people and, while some of them clearly deserved their fates, others hadn't been all that evil.

But the Purge – as it had been dubbed – of the Games officials had gone a long way into stopping the random attacks on Capitols and the gratuitous bloodbaths in the streets. He had been wondering what would have happened to the victors if Katniss hadn't secured immunity for the lot of them. Cooperating with the enemy was a big theme in those trials and victors had done their share of that, forced to or not.

His reaction seemed to amuse her. She stared right at him with her cold milky eyes as if he was nothing more than a peculiar inconvenience.

"I wanted to see with my own eyes why this woman was so special." she answered, in her usual detached voice. "I have been made to understand you would risk anything for her. Love can be blind, I suppose."

"She was supposed to come to Thirteen with us." he hissed, an argument he had repeated a hundred times before. "She would have had immunity."

"She would have been granted a political refugee status and she would have been able to work for her pardon just like Plutarch Heavensbee did." she corrected. "Yet she didn't."

"Whose fault is that?" he snarled. Effie whimpered in her sleep, probably sensing his anger and reacting to it. He lowered his voice. "Your guys failed to get her."

"Plutarch's agents, not mine. And it is irrelevant." she argued. "She wasn't brought to Thirteen and she didn't win her immunity."

"She wouldn't have had to." he reminded her. "Her getting immunity was one of my conditions for my cooperation. She was on my list and you know it."

Coin waved that away. "You cooperated without her, Haymitch."

"But you still need my help with the Mockingjay, yeah?" he retorted, tilting his head to the side, his gaze growing hard. "Trying to blow her up to smithereens didn't quite work the way you wanted to."

At that moment, Coin reminded him of Snow. A cold lethal snake.

Effie's fingers closed on the fabric of his shirt, gripping it hard in her fist. He squeezed her nape in reassurance.

"This is a dangerous accusation, soldier Abernathy." the rebel President slowly declared.

"Yeah?" he scoffed. "Two words for you: Operation Hummingbird."

He had found out too late what that was, well after the City Center's bombing and the dead kids' corpses littering the Mansion's lawn, well after Prim had been confirmed dead and Katniss had been evacuated to the nearest hospital… A sentence from Hawthorne, a confession forced out of Beetee and a grim confirmation from Plutarch… That was all it had taken for suspicions to become facts.

They hadn't let him in on it. Plutarch, Beetee and Coin were the ones who had decided about the operation and nobody had told him despite the fact he was supposed to be one of the brains of the rebellion.

"Two other words." Coin replied swiftly. "Top secret." She smiled a cold smile. "Any classified information you choose to leak will result in your immediate imprisonment."

"Nice." he bluffed. "Won't the information from getting out there."

"I could have you arrested right now." she threatened.

"You could, yeah." he snorted. "Good luck explaining that to the rest of Panem 'cause I'm still the only Quell's victor they've got. Plus, I've got several people I trust with letters and instructions to send them to every newspapers and channels in the Capitol if anything happens to me. That's the nice thing about a rebellion. Everyone is big about airing out governmental secrets." He shrugged, flashing her a smug smirk. "You touch a single hair on Effie Trinket's head and your dirty little secret is out. Wonder if they will still see you as a savior when they know you've killed hundreds of kids. Doesn't make you much better than Snow in my book. Want to take a wild guess at what other people will think?"

"I do not take well to blackmail." Coin warned.

"This ain't blackmail." he growled, glaring at her even though she was glowering down at him from the foot of the bed. "Just facts."

They stared at each other for a few seconds and then the President folded her arms over her chest. "She will escort the Mockingjay to President Snow's execution. Everdeen is in no state to do that right now… By the time she is, the Purge should be over and your girlfriend should have recovered enough to do her job. If anyone asks – and people will ask – the official answer will be that you secured her immunity when you first came to Thirteen. Her release comes from the Mockingjay's team and not from the government. I cannot pardon one escort at random and I won't lie and say she was a part of the rebellion." She narrowed her eyes at him. "Now, as for you, soldier Abernathy, I strongly suggest you make yourself scarce in my presence. And control your Mockingjay. Are we clear?"

"Yeah." he agreed. It was more than he had hoped for.

"If one single word of Hummingbird Operation hits the press, Effie Trinket will immediately be arrested and executed without trial." Coin hissed. "Do not fool yourself, she is an escort and, in this new world, it means nothing. People will cheer to see her dead."

Effie hooked her leg over his hip, burrowing deeper against his side and he gave the President a mock salute.

"Don't let the door hit your ass on your way out." he sneered.

"I would tread carefully if I were you." she warned before leaving the room, not quite slamming the door behind her but shutting it with enough strength that it echoed.

Alone in the room once more, he let out a deep shaky breath. That had been playing with fire.

"You're okay?" he asked.

"She is worse than Snow." Effie whispered, angling her head so she could look at him.

He figured she must have been awake since the argument about who was responsible for her capture. She was good at faking sleep. She was good at faking a lot of things.

"Yeah." he scowled. "She's bad news. I'll take care of it one way or another."

She frowned, reaching out to brush her hand against his cheek. "You should be more careful, Haymitch. That was…"

"Hot?" he suggested with a smirk.

"Reckless." she countered. "You should not put your life on the line for me."

"Who am I going to put it on the line for, then?" he taunted. "The kids got that covered between the two of them."

"Haymitch…" she sighed.

"I'm not letting them kill you." he snapped. "Or hurt you. They want to touch you, they go through me. And good luck to them 'cause, honestly, sweetheart, I've been hitching to beat someone to a pulp."

She pursed her lips and replaced her head on his shoulder with another small sigh. "Now, that is hot."

"You're humoring me, yeah?" he chuckled.

"I am." she confirmed, and he could hear the grin in her voice. "But I also appreciate the sentiment."

He snorted and pressed a kiss against her hair. "Try to get some more sleep. I've got another half hour before I need to check on Katniss."

He let her wriggle until she was comfortable again, almost completely using him as a mattress and a pillow all in one, and petted her hair until she drifted off once more.

Coin didn't frighten him.

Because when he said he would die for Effie…

He meant it.