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Katniss refused company for days. She stopped eating, stopped drinking- District 13 resorted to pumping her nutrients in through an iv in her arm. But she had lost the will to live. Peeta haunted her every thought, what were they doing to him?

She hated everyone in District 13.

Why had Finnick and Ramsey gotten out? Why not Peeta?

Peeta should've been there with her, not the Capitol's sex slave and not one half of the Deadly Duo.

She hated them.

One day, though, Gale came to see her. He informed her of Prim and her mother's survival, and also of the fact that District 12 was no more. Firebombs were dropped on the district upon the breaking of the arena. District 12 was destroyed, as was everyone who had been unfortunate enough to not see it coming.

"Ramsey?" Finnick's head poked into her room, his eyes light.

Things with Ramsey were only going up, in his opinion. She was actually opening up, she was allowing him to see what Johanna saw in her.

The one catch with her progress: she wouldn't leave her room. When Finnick had questioned her reasoning, she had only told him that she wouldn't go out there until Johanna was there too. He had only sighed in response.

Ramsey turned towards him, a faint grin pulling up the corners of her mouth, "Hello, Finnick. How is your day going?"

He smiled at her, entering the small compartment of hers and casually sitting beside her on the bed. "It was fine, it would be better if you would come out and meet everyone." He shrugged, earning a face from her.

She scrunched up her nose, pursed her lips and shook her head. He sighed, but chuckled at her nonetheless.

"Has the mockingjay decided she's ready to be a big girl yet?"

Finnick couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips, Ramsey was just full of it. She grinned slightly, her eyes falling to the floor.

"Well, she's talked about wanting to see District 12. They think that if she sees it, it'll make her want to fight again. But they also don't want to take the chance of something happening to her." Finnick explained. Ramsey watched with careful attention, her eyes training across his features. She couldn't deny how handsome he was, yet she couldn't figure out why he had grown so infatuated with her. Despite how hard she tried, she found it hard to not feel something towards him.

He had allowed her to cope with her loss of Johanna in every way she needed, she was grateful. Not only did he spend almost every day with her, but he always wanted to know more. He wanted to see past what everyone else saw, and she was slowly letting him.

Contrary to her initial thought, she could actually see herself being with him.

"Ramsey?" His voice pulled her back to him, a smile small forming on her lips.

"Hm?" She cocked an eyebrow, her hand tentatively coming out to rest on his upper arm. He watched her carefully, his stomach twisting at the contact.

"I thought I lost you there, for a minute." He chuckled, she smiled again and brought her eyes to meet his.

"I'm not imagining that you'll be able to do that so easily."

Her words caught him off guard, taking him a moment to process what she meant. She waited for him to understand though and the smile that graced his features could've out shined the sun.

The thought had crossed his mind once or twice that he wanted to kiss her. But he wasn't going to push it. Ramsey was different- special. She was better than the rest. No Capitol woman could ever compare to her, he couldn't treat her like he might one of them. His smooth words didn't even phase her, and so, he had to allow himself to relax with her. She would want nothing else.

Her face was closer to his than he had remembered, her gray eyes boring into his. Her hand remained on his arm, his heart rate picking up. He raised an eyebrow, did she want him to kiss her?

Ramsey was too hard to read, despite how well he was beginning to know her, the way her mind worked was another mystery. Unless she flat out said it, he was oblivious to what she was thinking.

"Ramsey, do you-"

She cut him off, nodding her head, a playful grin playing on her lips.

And so Finnick leaned in just slightly and brushed his lips against hers.

His stomach erupted and twisted as his mind went blurry. Kissing Ramsey was a sensation he had never experienced, her closeness and the tenderness of her lips and the sincerity of her touch drove him entirely insane.

It was over before he could even register everything he was feeling.

As his eyes opened once again he was met with Ramsey's smile, the corners of her lips curled up and her eyes locked on him, a small light flickering in them.

It was these times that Finnick questioned how he had gone so long in life without her.

He didn't stay for much longer after that, Command called for him and so he bid his farewells for the evening with promises of his return in the morning.

"Finnick?"

He was barely out her door when her voice stopped him. Her tone was softer than typical, her vocal chords finally recovered from their previous strain.

Finnick turned around, cocking an eyebrow at the small beauty.

She was leaning on her knees, her hands bracing herself forward, a certain warmth emitting from her typically icy eyes.

"Yes, Miss Ramsey?"

She waited a moment, her eyes roaming across the cement floor for a moment before she looked back up. She pursed her lips and stared at him for another moment before she sighed and giggled.

"I really appreciate your company."

Finnick could only stare at her while her words sunk in. Coming from Ramsey, those were the sweetest words that had ever passed by her lips.

He was overjoyed.

"Ramsey," he chuckled, his grin spreading from ear to ear, "your company is the greatest gift I've ever had."

She smirked at him, her lips curling up in their familiarly eerie manner.

He stood there for only a moment more before leaving for Command.

It was another two weeks before Plutarch allowed Katniss to visit District 12. Her body collapsed at the sight of the charred human remains in the place she used to call home. They were just innocent people, they didn't deserve the harsh cruelty of the Capitol.

The white rose sitting in her house was enough to send her brain haywire. He was watching her, he was always watching her.

So what was he waiting for? Why hadn't he just killed her then?

Ramsey had continued to let Finnick in more, talking to him every day- he would inform her of what was going on in the rebellion considering she still wouldn't leave her room, and she would fill him in to the best of her willingness of her life before the games.

She would occasionally pepper his cheeks with small kisses, or even place a chaste kiss on his lips on the very rare instances. Finnick flirted with her more, teased her from time to time.

When Katniss returned from her trip to Twelve she brought a different attitude. Not exactly one that Command had been hoping for, but one nonetheless. It was better than when she locked herself in her room.

As Katniss was in Command telling the tales of her exploration, Finnick was rushing to Ramsey's room, a stranger hot on his heels.

"Ramsey! Ramsey can I come in?" He knocked on her door, his excitement pouring off of him.

He could hear her giggle, she was most likely sitting at her desk, "Finnick, since when do you knock?"

Finnick's eyes widened, he hesitantly turned towards the stranger behind him, receiving a hard stare in turn for her comment.

He pushed open the door, peeking his head in to see Ramsey at her desk like he had imagined.

"What is it?" She turned towards him, a thin eyebrow raised in question.

"I just met someone," he paused, rubbing his neck, "you'll never believe who."

Her eyebrow remained raised, one side of her mouth twisting up in confusion, "Finnick, what are you talking about?"

She stood up from her seat, her eyes curious.

He grinned a nervous grin, stepping into her room and taking a step to the side. He looked back out expectantly, his eyes flittering from the hallway back to Ramsey.

The doorway remained empty for a moment, a 10 second span of time that seemed to last for hours.

And then a figure stepped under the frame, a tall and muscular build that could match that of Finnick or Gale.

His hair was an ashy blonde, dull in comparison to Finnick's golden curls, and cropped slightly shorter than Gale's. His eyes held the same lack of life, the dimness making the gray match the concrete walls and floors.

But Ramsey would recognize him anywhere.

Her mouth fell open, her eyes pooling with hot salty tears instantaneously as she felt her legs give out from under her.

"Oh my God, no. This isn't real."

He took a hesitant step towards her crumpled form, his eyes flickering to Finnick for assurance. Finnick nodded, gesturing his hands towards her.

The man knelt down in front of her, easily pulling her hands from her face and staring into her eyes.

"Ramsey, it's me."

She stared back, the tears still washing down her face in a steady waterfall. Her breaths were quick, her body vibrating. She shook her head no as she stared at him, her mouth barely moving enough for the quiet "no's" to escape.

He rubbed her shoulders, nodding as he stared at her, trying to make her believe.

Finnick felt intrusive as he watched the scene unfold, but he couldn't help the excitement that built up in the pit of his stomach, he knew this would change things.

"Zane?"

She finally spoke at an audible volume, though it was still just above a whisper.

He chuckled once and nodded again as he smiled at her.

"But, but, they took you." She shook her head again, her disbelief shattering as she stared at him more.

"I made it here, kid. I made it to the rebellion. I told you I would."

Ramsey stared at him again, taking a long and hard look at the brother she had thought to have lost years before.

It was really him.

Zane was alive.

She flung her arms around his arms in a flash, their bodies toppling to the floor as Zane brought his hands to her back to return the embrace.

He laughed out loud, a deep belly laugh that brought a smile to Finnick's face as he observed the siblings reunite.

Ramsey released every pent up emotion she had ever felt over Zane, her sobs combining with her laughter, her tears eventually drying up as they held their embrace.

When they finally sat up, Zane's shirt was thoroughly soaked through and Ramsey's eyes were entirely bloodshot.

They stared at each other, dangerous grins lacing their features.

Finnick couldn't help but ogle at their similarities: their sharp jaws, their defined cheekbones, their little noses, and most unnerving of all- their mouths.

They just stared at each other with those sinister mouths tilted upwards to the sky in an inhumanly way.

It was frightening to say the least.

"But," Ramsey began, her giggles showing her giddiness, "but how? Zane, I watched them take you. How did you get here?"

He shook his head at her, smiling.

Finnick, too, was curious about what Zane had done in order to get where he was. How was it possible for one man- no, one teenager at the time- to escape the grip of the Capitol and flee to District 13?

It did seem impossible.

"I'll explain later, Ram. I just want to see you, and hear about how my little sister managed to survive not one but two Hunger Games."