I know that I updated this really recently, but I was just dying to post this and get some actually Finnick/Ramsey interaction. I'd love to hear some feedback and things that you guys would like to see more of! Thank you for the continued support!

Katniss argued that Peeta needed to rest. And so they found themselves nestling together on the side of a hill, Ramsey keeping herself tucked on the outskirts of their area.

"I'll watch first, you all can get some rest." Finnick shrugged, propping his spear up in the dampened earth.

Katniss dryly chuckled, "As if."

Ramsey's eyes shot to her in distaste and Finnick cocked his eyebrow, both staring at her with astonishment. How dare she be so rude when he was trying to be kind?

"Listen here, girly, if I wanted to kill either of you, I would have by now." For once, Finnick stared daggers at the two, passing by them and plopping on the ground beside Mags. She whispered to him and brushed his hair from his sweaty face. Katniss and Peeta only stared at one another for a moment before settling down together.

Ramsey giggled, earning a glare from Katniss in turn. Ramsey scoffed the younger girl, giving no care for her attitude.

They sat in silence, the tension visible as dehydration set in on all of them. Sweat beaded on their foreheads and their breaths came out in huffs, begging for air.

And then came the spiel from Haymitch and their suffering in that department ended.

"You can sleep, I'll take first watch, okay?" Katniss spoke to Peeta with a hushed voice, the blonde staring at her for only a moment before nodding, "Just for a little bit." They nodded in an agreement and Peeta found himself drifting towards sleep. He knew that he would be entirely safe under Katniss' watchful eyes.

"You really should sleep. Considering you're with child, I can only imagine the exhaustion you must be feeling after such strenuous activities." Ramsey's chiming voice broke Katniss from her trance as she ogled the small girl for a moment.

"I wouldn't mind." She added, her eyes set deep in Katniss'.

"No but I'd mind my throat being torn out." Katniss averted her eyes and shifted closer to Peeta, not even sparing a glance in Ramsey's direction once more.

Ramsey's mouth fell agape, her disbelief at Katniss' rudeness showing.

Mags had fallen asleep, her frail body curling up against the moss in order to keep warm. After carefully studying his surroundings, even Finnick had allowed sleep to take over. Carrying Mags wasn't easy, but he didn't mind. He loved the elder woman like he would his own mother. She had practically raised him.

Prior to her own slumber Ramsey stared at the side of Katniss' face for an extensive amount of time. She was curious about her, about why she was so hard, why the only time her features even softened in the slightest was when Peeta was hurt, why she was so entirely hellbent on being rude to the two people who were trying to help her the most.

Herself and Finnick had volunteered to put their lives in total peril by being Katniss and Peeta's bodyguards. They knew they were the most qualified- Ramsey for her agility and her ability to go unheard, and Finnick for his substantial amount of talent in regards to combat. They were targets to begin with, being with Katniss though, made it even worse for them.

It was Katniss' scream that ripped them from their sleep, her howls of pains sending waves of panic through Ramsey's small being. She hated screaming, hence her mechanisms of murder including shattering the trachea in order to eliminate the notion entirely. It created a ball of anxiety in the pit of her stomach.

"Run! Run! The fog is poisonous!" She grappled at the ground, yanking herself to her feet as she bolted from the scene. Having grabbed Peeta's arm as she took off the two set off in a sprint.

Finnick had only a moment to position Mags on his back before following them.

Ramsey's curiosity spiked as the finger-like tendrils reached for her. But she was smarter than allowing them near her, she had seen how poorly Katniss had handled the pain. And with that she was off after the rest of the group, her small body firing through the jungle as the adrenaline pumped through her veins.

The fog nicked at the backs of her legs, the chemical burns chewing away at her soft flesh. She couldn't help the groans of pain as they escaped her lips. She had never felt pain like this, though she gritted her teeth and pushed her body harder; she needed to get away from that fog.

Finnick and Mags diverged from Katniss and Peeta, the groups running parallel to each other, Ramsey ahead of them all straight down the middle. She was much faster than any of them though her hurried leaps and bounds made not a single sound.

The fog began catching up with Katniss and Peeta, eating their skin and sending pain radiating through their cores. They screamed in agoney, fighting as their bodies threatened to give out from the pain. As carrying her became harder while they ran, Finnick and Mags began slowing down too, the fog ripping at them as well.

Finnick's shrieks of pain rang out as himself and Katniss with Peeta met in a cluster, the fog closing in on them.

Peeta had collapsed, the poison slowly shutting down his body. Katniss looked to him in desperation once before bringing her eyes to Finnick, "I can't carry him." She was defeated, her mind racing and begging for solutions.

Mags offered Finnick a kiss before taking off towards the fog, Finnick's disbelief and confusion muting him as she went off to her death.

"Mags!" He wailed out, though she disappeared within the fog and a cannon blew not seconds later.

"No," his voice was just a whisper, the torment audible.

"Finnick, we have to go." Katniss pleaded, her eyes shooting to Peeta's limp form on the ground.

On instinct Finnick grabbed Peeta, racing towards the beach.

Ramsey had outran them, her feet carrying her until they hit water and she found herself being yanked underneath. The poison seeped from her pores and she gargled as she screamed in pain, her mouth filling with salt water.

She tore herself up as Finnick, Katniss, and Peeta topped down a hill and onto the beach.

White sores littered their bodies, Finnick having taken the worst of it.

For a moment, Ramsey was only able to stare at the panting pile of bodies, her mind unclogging itself.

Katniss was the first of the three to realize the affects of the saltwater on the blisters, dowsing herself in it and motioning for Peeta to do the same. They moaned in pain as they cleaned their wounds, the murky poison shifting away with the current.

"How kind of you to abandon everyone and let us get burned." Katniss spat in Ramsey's direction, the small blonde staring coldly at her in turn.

"My apologies, I'm aware you much would have preferred my death as a result." Her stormy eyes were blatantly filled with rage. Somehow, a trick from the gamemakers was still her fault.

"Well you're not wrong."

Ramsey's eyes found Finnick.

His strong body was tossed along the sand, covered from head to toe in the white blotches filled with toxins. Sobs racked his core, a combination of the physical pain from the acid-like substance and of mourning Mags' sacrifice.

Something inside of her stirred, a yearning, a pull. Her next actions happened fluently, as if they came natural.

"Finnick, do come here, let me help you."

Her hands reached towards him cautiously. Was she really going to initiate contact?

But her small hands found his upper arms and she begged for him to make it easy, and he did, carrying his own weight towards the water.

He was well aware of the small victor helping him though he felt so numb he was hardly able to comprehend.

"This is going to sting, it'll make it better. I promise." Her voice was just a whisper, only loud enough for Finnick to hear. She couldn't remember a time when she had spoken so tenderly to someone.

She coaxed him into the water, the burns festering as Finnick tried to muffle his sounds of torment.

Taking his hand in hers, the small blonde led him out into the water slowly, allowing the poison to escape his pores. She walked until the water came to her chest, stopping them and avoiding eye contact as she worked.

She was completely out of her element- nurturing someone in pain? They only thing she had ever done was inflict pain. It was a true anomaly.

Finnick relished in the release of the pain as it came, his mind clearing and allowing him to focus on Ramsey. His stomach fluttered.

Could this have been a hallucination? It couldn't be. Her hands were too real, her breathing too natural.

His blue eyes set on her face, her deep concentration and the fear of such close proximities evident on her angled face.

Cupping the salt water with her hands, she met his eyes for the first time.

"It's okay, just let me get your neck and face, okay?" Her voice was still hushed, a sound so lovely to Finnick as if it was a secret just for them.

He nodded and his eyes never left her, analyzing her absolute beauty.

Her careful hands brought the water to his neck and she released it, allowing it to flow down to his collarbones and into his suit.

It sizzled as the poison dripped out and he clenched his jaw.

He found himself lost in her touch, her small hands tenderly rubbing the saltwater into his sores. He had no words for what he felt. He was overwhelmed by her closeness and her touch and he allowed himself to shut his eyes in content.

"Come here," Ramsey spoke more to herself than to him but he eased into her touch as she dripped the water through his hair, pushing the golden curls back against his head.

Even Katniss found herself watching the two in curiosity. She almost felt bad for her harsh words to Ramsey not mere minutes ago.

The moonlight was the only thing they had to illuminate the area around them. Their shadows moved only slightly, Finnick being almost entirely still as Ramsey's hands delicately roamed his upper body, working precisely to ensure that every last bit of the toxic fog was gone.

"Ramsey, I-"

"Shh, I'm almost done."

"No, Ramsey, thank you."

She stared up at him, searching his face for something she couldn't find. She couldn't handle the intensity of his eyes, there was too much going on in them.

She allowed her hands to drop by her sides and her eyes to the water she stood in, she couldn't handle his eyes on her.

"It's nothing, Finnick."

He didn't speak again but his eyes bore holes into her face. How could she go from so good to so distant?

The two waded back towards the beach where Katniss and Peeta awaited them. The exposure made Katniss anxious and the four of them found themselves just inside the tree line. Peeta, still plagued by exhausted, rested his head against a tree branch.

The jungle fell too silent, too quickly. All noises were gone, as if shut off.

Ramsey's chest grew hollow with unease, her wide eyes roaming the trees surrounding them.

She was met with the faces of hundreds of monkeys. Mutts.

"Katniss-"

"I see."

The two females faced the mutts, unknowingly stepping closer. Finnick had caught on, his mind beginning to race as he joined the girls' cluster.

"Peeta?" Katniss' voice was quiet, restrained.

"Yeah?" He lifted his head slightly, still oblivious to the creatures surrounding him.

"Can you walk over here really slowly?"

His eyes shot up, finding the monkeys in horror.

Everything flew into chaos in just a second, the mutts attacking their group. They each used their respective weapon in attempt to fight off the monkeys, but there were too many. They just kept appearing, their magnitude was never ending.

"We have to get to the beach!" Finnick's voice rose over the chaos, the remaining three all looking towards the beach, not 15 feet away.

But there were too many monkeys. For every one they killed, five more appeared.

One leapt from a tree at Katniss, her reflexes not fast enough to deflect the attack.

It dragged her underwater in a small pool of water and for what felt like hours she was unable to fight back, it was too strong. Her lungs strained for air.

And then suddenly the mutt fell limp and a small hand shot through the water to help her up.

It was Ramsey.

They rejoined their battle against the mutts.

One closed in on Peeta, backing him against a cluster of small trees. It launched itself towards him and before he could even react, a fifth body leaped in front of him, the mutt tearing into it's throat.

Katniss and Peeta gathered the body up, still entirely unaware of who it even was. Though they ran with the body as Ramsey and Finnick followed, continuing to fight the monkeys.

Carrying the unknown body, Katniss and Peeta ran to the water, identifying it as the female morphling.

Some unknown force stopped the monkeys from following them any further on the beach though Finnick still stared at them with wild eyes.

The morphling sucked in shaky breaths as her body slowly shut down, Peeta whispering sweet words of comfort to her, telling her to look at the beautiful sunrise.

Ramsey hesitantly meandered towards them, leaving Finnick to settle himself. She eyed the wound on the morphling's throat, the flesh almost completely shredded. Is that what her victims looked like? No, it couldn't have been. She was clean with her kills, she hated blood. But she couldn't bring her eyes from the torn skin. She tasted bile in the back of her throat, the flashbacks threatening her. She swallowed it down and turned away.

The cannon went off, signaling the death of the morphling.

They allowed for her body to wash away, the hovercraft coming in no time to take her.

"Ramsey," Katniss began, walking towards the small blonde, "thanks."

Ramsey stared at her, her eyes wary.

"For, uhm, for the mutts back there."

Ramsey only nodded to her once before turning away and beginning towards tree line.