(I own nothing but my plot. All lyrics are the property of My Chemical Romance and their producers, the characters you recognise are those of Suzanne Collins, those that you don't are the generously lent OCs of two coolest people I know and my OC. Yes, I did get permission to use them. THANK YOU BOTH!)

Chapter Six: Karaoke And The Spy.

(I own only my plot)

"Allie? Cat?" Haymitch calls, worried. The girls' room is exceptionally quiet and he's already used to them being loud, then he realises something. "Hey, Allie-Cat, get up!"

"...That I can't make you stay, but where's your heart, but where's your heart, but where's your... And I know! There's nothing I can say, to change, that part..."

There are two voices, both quiet and breathless and tired. Haymitch's curiosity piques and he opens the door, spotting the two girls lay on their backs with the tops of their heads touching and their feet pointing toward the opposite ends of the room, their eyes closed. "What are you two doing?" Haymitch asks, laughing a bit.

"Crashing, having caffeine withdrawals because we can't be bothered getting our fizzy..." Cat mumbles, sleepily. "We haven't slept in a week... On the run..."

Allie mumbles "So we're singing ourselves out. Cat?"

"Yeah... To change that part..."

"To chaaaange... So many bright lights, they cast a shadow, but can I speak?"

"Well, is it hard understanding-"

"Is that My Chemical Romance?" Haymitch interjects, staring at the girls, for the first time noticing their denim jeans and jackets, the leather waistcoats over the top of their jackets, their black boots, the band merch just poking out of their jackets.

"Yeah," Allie confirms, drifting off already. He spots the leather gloves and the black eyeliner on them and realises that they must have been on the run for a while.

"I'll join you. That band is incredible," Haymitch tells them, lying down on the ground with them, realising that their hair is clean again and Cat's is a brighter pink. "You two realise there are night clothes, right?"

"We're okay. We had these cleaned up for us," Cat tells him. "We have nothing of our own, apart from what we're wearing and our Mountain Dew. We were robbed about three days before you and your girlfriend rescued us."

"Effie's not my girlfriend, she's my colleague," Haymitch denies, a shade too quickly.

"That's not what it looked like when she was snuggling you on the hovercraft," Allie points out, smirking a bit, livening up a little.

"Or when she took you to your room to comfort you when you had that breakdown earlier," adds Cat, laughing a bit. "She's a bit more than a colleague."

"And you two are a bit more than wrong. Effie's a fan of the hugging thing. She likes it," he tells them, though something's telling him he'll never convince them.

"She likes you," Allie smiles, laughing now.

"I didn't think you two would notice anything about her being a hugger, since you were too busy trying to kill each other with pens and caffeine," Haymitch points out.

"We notice everything," Cat smiles.

"Hello?" asks a voice from outside. "Hello?"

"Who is it?" Cat asks, staring up at the ceiling.

"That's not Katniss's room," someone tells him.

"I know that... Who are you, Miss?" asks the male voice from outside.

"Come in here," Allie calls back.

The door opens, as though the person behind it is a little wary of them. "Ms Trinket said she's brought two young women here and she's asked me to make sure they're alive, as they've gone quiet."

Cat and Allie sit up and look at the speaker. It's a young man, around the same age as them, his hair dyed a light blue with a dark purple streak, his skin naturally pale, a stark contrast to the previous trend of neon orange, hazel eyes observing Haymitch with caution. "What's your name, kid?" Haymitch asks, stepping warily between him and the girls.

"I'm Phoenix, Mr Abernathy, I'm a rebel spy. I've been working with Plutarch since the aftermath of the uprisings in Eight. Ms Trinket sent me to check in on these two. It's usually Katniss I'm assigned to watch over," he explains, watching him intently.

"I heard that bit about Effie sending you. So, Phoenix, what are you planning? If it's killing them, can you wait until they're hyper again? The Midnight Menace and her bright pink bouncy ball are a nightmare when they're hyper," Haymitch tells him.

"Oh, charming," Allie sarks at him.

"What she said," Cat adds, rolling her eyes.

Haymitch waves them off, so the girls stand on either side of him. Phoenix looks at them briefly, smiling a bit. Allie smirks and grins at him, while Cat watches his hair, wondering how he got the streak. "You can see the girls are alright, Phoenix," Haymitch tells him, an almost final tone to his voice.

"Ah, calm down, Haymitch. Cat and I are adults and I'm sure this guy's not gonna hurt us. Besides, you're here. What could he do? We've still got guns, you've got your knife and Cat's kill-crazy."

"Allie, I am not kill-crazy, okay, I can control my deadly instinct," Cat jokes, then looks at Phoenix and adds "No, seriously, I'm not kill-crazy."

Phoenix grins, believing her, something about the duo seeming famliar to him. "No, you're probably not, but I've got to report back to Plutarch. Talk to you all later."

He leaves and the trio can hear him snickering all the way down the hall. Cat, Allie and Haymitch all lie in a triangular formation again, singing quietly to themselves.