The preparations for the wedding were more fraught with tension that Johanna thought they'd be. As she sat in the meeting next to Haymitch, she watched amusedly as Coin and Plutarch argued over every detail. Every crumb, every decoration, every single second was bargained for and argued over. Plutarch got steaming mad, his puffy white face getting red with anger. "What's the point of doing a propo of no one is having any fun?"

"Who said weddings are fun?" Coin retorted, placing her hands on her hips. "It's a wedding. Say a few words, clink a glass or two, go back to bed."

Johanna laughed at Coin's estimation of a wedding and all the eyes turned to her. "Sorry, it's just, come on. Finnick and Annie have been through the ringer." Coin opened her mouth but Johanna kept going. "No. You don't understand. When you enter that arena, you never leave. Finnick will always be the young boy with the trident, standing alone in an arena. And he found the one thing - the one fucking thing - that makes living after your Games worthwhile." Everyone stared at her expectantly and she rolled her eyes. "Love. Snow stripped him of everything else he had to live for. Everything except her. And let's face it, she's not exactly in top shape." Johanna ignored the side eye from Haymitch. "Let him have this one night. This one thing. Get them some music, get them some streamers or whatever. Have a few pints of cider out for the adults. Give him this one night, because the Capitol has taken a lot of nights from him."

Coin watched Johanna with narrowed eyes for a few moments, and Johanna began to smile as she saw Coin's face relax. "Fine. One musician but he should have his own instrument or be able to make one. Decorations but the citizens will have to make them from whatever we have lying around. No cider. And I don't know how we'll get her a dress."

"Oh is she allowed to wear a dress now?" Plutarch questioned sarcastically, drawing a look of pure ire from Coin.

"I will," Johanna supplied. "From my clothes at home. Let me go back to Se-" Johanna coughed. "Let me go back to Twelve with Annie and we'll look at the dresses. Everyone knows this place could use some color since you didn't spare any expense on painting the walls." Johanna eyed the bare gray cement. "Finnick can wear one of Peeta's suits. Make that a propo too. Let the Capitol see Cinna's designs."

Effie smiled at Johanna from across the room. "It would be lovely to see something pretty."

Plutarch grinned happily from the corner of the room. In fact everyone seemed to be wearing a smile except Haymitch and Coin. But Johanna could see Coin start to crack a little. "So we'll send Cressida, Poll, Cas, Johanna, Annie, Effie, Boggs, just in case. Perhaps the prep team?" Plutarch counted on his fingers. "There may not be enough seats."

Johanna smirked and rose from her chair, sauntering toward the door. "It's cool, we'll sit on each other's laps like in grade school. You don't mind sitting on my lap, right Cress?" Cressida's eyes widened to comical levels as Johanna left the room, giving a nod to the guard at the door. Being Katniss was such a breeze. Though truthfully, she hadn't even been trying to be her anymore. People seemed to enjoy Katniss being more "out of her shell" so she had gone with it. Nobody was any wiser so really, no harm done.

It was only a few hours later when the hovercraft was ready to go, and Katniss ran down the corridor behind the group. "Hey wait!" Johanna turned around to see herself in her training gear running after them. "Where are you going?"

Johanna stepped forward. "To Twelve to let Annie pick out a dress. And pick up one of Peeta's old suits for Finnick."

Katniss furrowed her brows. "What? Why am I not going?"

Cressida tilted her head to the side. "Why would you come?"

"Soldier Mason, you're supposed to be out on the rifle range," Boggs added, crossing his arms over his chest.

Katniss looked between them all and then helplessly to Johanna. How could she? How could she take from her an opportunity to go back home? Even if it was just for a minute. "Right," she said dejectedly. "Mockingjay gets to see home and the rest of us will have to be content with seeing it in our dreams. Great. Well, godspeed." Katniss mockingly saluted them and turned around to walk back into Thirteen. How thoroughly selfish of Johanna to not even suggest she come! She could've done it. Katniss had gotten her the special privilege of the compartment and was able to get her into training.

Johanna couldn't even be bothered to let her see her own home.

The familiar walk down the corridor to the one way mirror felt strange inside Johanna's skin. Katniss didn't feel the anxious clenching of her heart. The doctors didn't seem to be surprised to see Johanna there, much to Katniss's surprise. A few of them even greeted her by name. The whole process was much less draining than it normally was when she snuck off to watch the boy with the bread.

Peeta was sitting in a white chair, pastry bag in hand, in front of a cart with an unfrosted white cake. Hers and Johanna's memories were tied together, muddled in the back of her head like sludge at the lake bottom. But somewhere in there she could see Peeta in the bakery window, the same intense concentration on his face. She remembered days of watching him paint in her family book, in some of the few normal moments they had ever had. That boy was forever lost to her.

But where she usually felt guilt and a nostalgic longing, there was a sadness and something sharp inside her stomach. Something with a crisp edge to it. Katniss held on to the sill of the window as a montage of moments flooded her brain. Her first carriage ride in the Games, kissing Peeta in the cave, his proposal on stage, the Tour speech in 2, the beach in the arena. All of it, but through another eye. Fuzzy, like an out of reception Captiol broadcast. All of those memories with the touch of sharpness that Katniss vaguely remembered from when Gale was whipped. Imagining him with another girl, forced to marry her. The immediate jealousy that rose inside her and choked her throat. It's almost laughable to think of how much simpler things seemed when it was Gale and Peeta fighting for her affection.

It didn't take a head doctor to know those were Johanna's memories of her and Peeta. But the jealous undercurrent that sucked at every one of those memories was what made her stop in her tracks. Johanna was jealous? Jealous of what? Of her Games? That she had Peeta? That seemed reasonable enough; it had been much easier to go through with someone else. Johanna had even said it herself. Jealousy is certainly involved. Imagining the small, miserable girl she had seen during the 71st Hunger Games on her Victory Tour train alone made Katniss even more depressed than she was. She walked around to his door and the guard on duty nodded. "Solider Mason."

"Hi," Katniss replied softly. "Is it okay if I go in there?"

The guard smirked. "Hasn't stopped you before. Go ahead." He opened the door and walked in behind her. The click of their military boots snapped Peeta's attention up from the cake. Katniss was immediately struck by how clear and focused his gaze was. A long distance from the seething, maddened, wild boy who had clutched her throat, desperate to squeeze the life from her. "Mr. Mellark you have a visitor."

"Johanna." Katniss nearly cried at the sound of his clear, steady voice. It was especially heartbreaking to know it wasn't for her. "Good to see you."

She shot a look back at the guard. She wanted to be alone with him. Say something Johanna. Something sassy. "You can step out. Bread Boy and I are good friends."

Peeta scoffed but he had on a small smile. "I wouldn't call us friends exactly," he explained, almost to the guard.

"Allies?" Katniss supplied.

"Better." The guard left the room and Katniss pulled over a chair near Peeta, but just out of arm's reach. He took a note of their distance with a drop of his eyes and shrugged. "Is Finnick looking forward to the wedding?" He turned his attention back to the cake, drawing even, beautiful lines with the frosting.

Katniss nodded. "Very much. They went to Twelve today to get a dress for Annie and one of your suits for Finnick." This caused him to pause so sharply Katniss held her breath, but she relaxed when he shook it off and kept frosting the cake.

Peeta looked more pensive than usual, and his hand stilled on the cake. "Johanna may I ask you something?" She made a motion for him to continue. "My memories of the arena, the last one, aren't as messed up as the ones from my first. But you were..." His face scrunched in thought. Katniss felt the anxiety panging in her chest. She didn't know anything about what they went through when they were captured. Selfishly she had never asked. "What happened with Katniss? In the arena? I'm trying to make my memories fit and I can't be sure what they showed me was the truth."

That she remembered. Though her head injury had made the memories short circuit sometimes, that she could recall. But now that the memory belonged to them both, it made a small headache form in her brain to see it. Two very distinct memories, boh colored in different emotions. She tried to zero in on the memory of her own face staring up at her. To see that event through Johanna's eyes, because even at the current level of their "friendship," that moment still made her fearful of the District 7 victor.

She remembered the heat of her body beneath Johanna's own, the smell of blood, the overwhelming feeling of concern and ache. The pounding fear as she looked up and saw two figures galloping toward them. "I carried the coil for a while so she could watch my back. The coil got taut and snapped and I knew they were coming. I had to get the tracker out of her, that was my objective, so I knocked her out."

He nodded solemnly. "That's what I figured."

"Seems strange," Katniss heard herself saying. "You in here and me out there."

Peeta chuckled. "On the surface, I suppose. But you were tying to protect her. You're still trying, being her roommate now and all. I used to try to do that too."

Katniss moved her gaze to the ground in both shame and sadness. Peeta and Johanna made an unlikely pair of allies. Peeta brought a steady calm to everything, like a slowly lapping sea. Johanna was a maelstrom who deliberately brought you down just so she could bring you back up. "What happened to you isn't your fault. You did protect her. They fucked you up, kid. It was only a matter of time before they got to you too."

The blond boy shook his head and Katniss watched his shoulders move a little with a slight laugh. How nice it was to see him so unguarded, like the boy she had in the arena. "I like when you visit. You don't mince words." Katniss suddenly had a throbbing headache as she remembered something she never saw: Peeta and Johanna interacting at the training center. They were the hammock station where Katniss met with Cashmere and Gloss, chatting amicably. Peeta laughs his light laugh and Johanna a low, genuine one. It smashes with her own memory of Johanna from that time that she barely remembered on a good day: them at lunch before the evaluation. They - all the victors - were joking about what to do. Cashmere suggested she would sing, Gloss shot her down. Peeta suggests Chaff tell some dirty jokes. And then:

"What about you, Johanna?" Cashmere asks, pointing her fork in the other girl's direction.

"Oh Johanna can strip," Katniss supplies in a deadpan. Johanna's face is alight with surprise but that deep twinkle is in her eyes. "Don't you remember? Why am I the only one that gets the free show?"

Everyone at the table laughs - Chaff nearly spits out his drink - and Johanna doesn't back down. "I could do that, but I don't think they earned that show."

The table resumes taking, but Katniss keeps her eyes on Johanna. "And what did I do to earn that show?" It's supposed to sound like a whine but it comes out far too genuine.

Johanna smirks and leans in conspiratorially. "You intrigue me, girl on fire." With that she stabs someone else's plate - Finnick's - and eats some of his pasta, chewing slowly and never breaking eye contact until Katniss diverts her attention.

Katniss shook her head and leveled her gaze back on Peeta. He looked a touched concerned. "Just a small flashback to our training center days," Katniss explained with a small rueful smile. Peeta mirrored her smile and returned his attention to the cake.

"I tried to get Katniss to ally with you, you know," he said slowly. His eyes never left the cake but he continued to speak. It almost looked cathartic for him to recall something that didn't immediate make him hate her. Either that, or he was getting marginally better. "She immediately didn't like you."

Katniss snorted. "I have that effect on people." It was hard to remember, but she didn't immediately dislike Johanna. She disliked the strange churning in her gut she got when she saw her nude. She disliked the lightning bolts that shot to her fingertips when Johanna's brown eyes stared into hers. She disliked how aggressive she was because it brought out an aggressive side of Katniss that reminded her of her father.

Peeta shook his head. "Not me. I could see it. You're a good person. You didn't deserve what happened to you."

Katniss was unsure if he meant after her Games - the implied prostitution and subsequent death of all her loved ones - or the torture. In either estimation he wasn't wrong. "Neither did you," she replied genuinely. She remembered something Johanna had said to her. "The arena fucked us all up pretty good, don't you think?"

"Not just the arena. Katniss." Katniss looked warily toward Peeta, who finally looked up from his cake. He noticed the expression on her face. "No, not like that. It's easier now... to separate what they put in there and what's real. Sometimes. Sometimes I get flashes but, I'm getting better." Katniss nodded, hoping that her eyes weren't wet with tears. "The effect she can have. She has no idea. Even without the arena, my life was never the same after I saw her. For better or for worse," he said detachedly. "You've been rooming with her a bit now, right? Don't you think so?"

Katniss was too startled by this coherent, calm Peeta that she almost didn't answer him. She also didn't think she had an effect on Johanna other than being annoying and generally unpleasant. "Mostly I just find her annoying."

Peeta laughed and returned his attention to the frosting. He switched to green and Katniss widened her eyes at the unfrosted cake began taking the form of an ocean. "Yeah, she's that too. Stubborn."

"Super stubborn," Katniss agreed, keeping her eyes on the cake. She eyed the wall to find a clock but there was none in sight. Probably to help Peeta keep a clear mind and not worry about how long he'd been in complete isolation. "I should probably get going. They'll be back from Twelve soon."

Peeta nodded his head. "Hey Johanna?" She looked over at him. "Thank Katniss for me for suggesting I do the cake. It's been nice to do something normal with my hands for once." He stared down with his pale blue eyes on his hands, which were red in the palms, probably from him gripping his fists so hard. "And don't give her such a hard time, okay? She could use a friend." The last part was said with a bit of humor and Katniss smirked.

"I don't know about friends. Maybe allies." Peeta smiled at her. "Fine, Bread Boy. You just get back to that cake." She smiled at Peeta and left the room as unobtrusively but quickly as she could. Once she was out of the sight line of the guards she backed against the wall and shuddered, letting the tears fall. The boy with the bread that loved her was in there somewhere, but a large part of her - a part of her that she hated - didn't want him back. She wanted him healthy, yes. But she didn't want to get back on the train around Panem anymore. She wanted to make her own path. She wanted to feel that excited churning in her stomach. Something, she realized uneasily, didn't come from Peeta. Or Gale.

This was not good.

They returned a few hours later under nightfall, with Annie happily cradling a new dress and the prep team excited to make alterations on Peeta's suit for Finnick. Johanna watched Cressida's footage as they walked back in through the hangar and into the elevator. It was simple stuff; just some of Annie's excited face, of the plethora of evening gowns Cinna had made for her, of the only half-destroyed Victor's Village. It was easy to Johanna to look unaffected by the damage because she was. This was not her home. It didn't stop her from snooping around, but it did stop her from looking overly emotional.

When she arrived back in the compartment, she found Prim and Katniss sitting on her bed, chatting in low tones. There was something rather intimate about the way they were sitting that made Johanna narrow her eyes. The look on Katniss's face - on her face - made it apparent. She closed the door behind her and strode over to them. "You told the kid?"

Katniss shrugged. "I had to tell someone. And Prim can be trusted."

Prim nodded in agreement. "I'm not going to tell anyone. Besides, who's going to believe me?" She raised a pale eyebrow and Johanna pursed her lips. She wasn't wrong but it still made her uneasy. The last thing she wanted was for her right to go to the Capitol revoked because of this body-swapping nonsense. "I really believed you were Katniss."

Johanna grinned. "Thanks. I think I do a good impression of our dear Mockingjay." Katniss glared at her as Johanna rummaged in the ruck sack over her shoulder. "By the way I found something for you, kid." Johanna pulled out a small doll and a picture of Prim atop her father's shoulders. Prim's wide blue eyes welled with tears and she hugged Johanna around her stomach. "Easy, you know Delicate Daisy over here has sore ribs."

Prim bounced on her heels in excitement. "I'm gonna go show Mom. Bye Katniss! Bye Jo!" She skittered out of the room and closed the door behind her, leaving them alone once more.

Johanna moved the bag over her head and got up on the bed next to Katniss, shifting backward. She placed the bag next to her and looked over at the brunette. Her hand reached into the sack and withdrew a small box that she handed to Katniss without looking at her. "What's this?" Katniss questioned warily, taking the box from her.

"Just open it, brainless." Johanna watched out of the corner of her eye as Katniss slowly opened the small box and pulled out the object inside. While she was in the Everdeen home she had found a ribbon in her mother's room, several in Prim's, and one in Katniss's. She wove them together and knotted them at the ends, making a hair tie for her. "It's just something stupid."

Katniss couldn't speak. The gift was ...so thoughtful. The colors, green, orange and blue, complemented each other and were woven into such a pretty, delicate braid not unlike the one her mother did in her hair. Her eyes went to Johanna who was fidgeting next to her, and she smiled. "It's not stupid. It's really nice. How did you learn to tie a knot like this?"

Johanna shrugged. "I sort of moved around a lot after my Games. After Snow..." Her eyes darkened. "I lived in Four with Finnick for a little while. Mags used to teach me all sorts of intricate knots. She said it was soothing." Johanna furrowed her eyebrows. "Well I think she said it was soothing. She talked like she had rocks in her mouth most of the time." Katniss expelled a laugh and nudged Johanna, returning her gaze to the gift. "Look, I'm sorry you didn't get to come with us. I didn't do it in purpose."

"No, it's okay. It wouldn't have made sense for me... for you to go. And that place drags up bad memories." Memories she could barely recall at the moment. 12 felt as far away as the moon to her in Johanna's skin. "Did you feel it?"

Johanna nodded. "A little. Nothing more than what I usually feel. Guilt, loneliness, sadness." She smirked. "You're a real ball of sunshine, Everdeen."

"I could say the same for you, Mason," Katniss shot back with a grin. "You were right." Johanna raised her eyebrow. "When you said you couldn't be the Mockingjay because people didn't like you. You're right, they don't. It's lonely."

Johanna snorted and leaned back on her palms. Of course nobody liked her. She made no attempt to make friends. Long-lasting friendships aren't on the top of the list of things a victor needs or wants. "Surprise, surprise."

Katniss spoke slowly. "I think if they knew you, knew what you had been through, maybe they would."

Johanna's entire demeanor darkened considerably. "And you think you know me now?" She let out a short, high-pitched laugh that despite coming from Katniss's vocal chords, sounded an awful lot like Johanna. "I'm not a pity case."

Katniss sighed exasperatedly and used her free hand to place it over Johanna's. "I know you're not. I'm not saying that. I'm saying people like me because they saw what I went through; my entire life was on national television for the last year. It's not like anyone cares about me, about Katniss. It's about the Mockingjay. About the rebellion. I'm saying I understand how lonely it is, but most people don't. And I'm saying that I want to be your friend, if you'd let me."

For a moment, a fleeting moment like the flap of a bird's wing, Katniss saw the vulnerability on Johanna's features. Just as quickly as it had appeared it dissipated into smoke. "Who asked you to be friends?" she asked scathingly, sliding off the bed and out of Katniss's grasp.

"But -"

"But what?" Johanna asked, whirling around, eyes narrowed. Katniss was sure she had never looked so threatening before. It seemed like every day when she looked at herself since the switch, she looked more and more like Johanna.

"Nothing." Dr. Aurelius was wrong, Katniss thought. Johanna didn't want to be friends. "Dr. Aurelius is a stinking idiot." Her eyes widened as Johanna's gaze moved ever so slowly from the ground up to meet her.

"Excuse me?" Johanna took a step forward toward Katniss on the bed. A wave of ...something shot through Katniss and settled deep inside her stomach, then a few inches lower. "You went to the appointment with my shrink? Are you fucking kidding me?"

Katniss shrugged weakly. "It was on your schedule. I didn't say -" She cut herself off as she watched her own features contort into an anger she was sure she hadn't felt since Gale had told her 12 was gone. "I didn't say anything. And you - you're always taking baths!"

Johanna growled. "Seeing you naked is not the same as going to my fucking head doctor appointment!" She placed her hand on her forehead where she began to feel a headache forming. "What else did you do, hm? Go through my personal file? Call Snow for a play by play of how exactly he fucked up my life?"

Katniss shook her head. "I went and saw Peeta." Johanna's anger quickly flamed out. A look of concern overtook her features. She hated how quickly Katniss could cull empathy from her. "He told me to tell me - well, you really - thanks for letting him decorate the cake." Her voice cracked. "He looked much better."

"Ah shit, Everdeen." Johanna went back toward the bed and sat down, shuffling backward. Her knee was against Katniss's, touching just lightly. She inhaled a deep breath, looking across the room toward her empty bed. "I see him a little bit. Ever since the day at lunch when he, you know." Johanna made a motion with her hands like he did - the clenching and spasming. "I felt like I owed him."

"Because of the Capitol? Or the arena?"

Johanna nodded sagely. "He was coming to find you. But he found me running from Eno and Brutus and he took Brutus down. That's when the hovercraft came." Johanna put on a sardonic smile. "That's when the hovercraft came I thought we were gonna be okay." Johanna narrowed her eyes. The memory was so faint. She saw flashes of the arrow firing into the sky, piercing the arena's domed ceiling. The fire. The pain in her arm. "Fuck, Beetee needs to fix this. I want my memories back." She paused. "Well not all of them."

Katniss let out a sad chuckle. "Yeah, me too. There are some I wish we could just lose." They let a pensive pause fall between them before Katniss perked up. "Except I did remember that lunch before the evaluations. When I suggested you strip for the Gamemakers."

Johanna let out a low, long chuckle that almost sounded like herself. She leaned back on her elbows and settled her gaze on Katniss. "You surprised me that day, Twelve. We had all pegged you as such a prude and yet there you were, thinking about me naked."

Katniss threw her head back in laughter and shifted so she was sitting up against the wall, facing Johanna who was stretched across the bed. "We were suggesting talents. You had no others I could see."

Johanna raised her eyebrow. "Oh? So my nudity is a talent?" Johanna whistled and smirked. "I guess we were wrong about you. You're not as pure as they think." When she thought about the training center, it usually reminded her of her torture. But in Katniss's mind, her memories, they were fresh and tinted sort of blue. For a moment she saw herself whirling the axe, lodging it deep into the malleable training surface, eyes locking with Katniss's. Wanna play? The shot of arousal that went straight down her abdomen to her crotch made her eyes fly open and look at Katniss.

Before Johanna could question her further a knock on the door interrupted them. "Come in," she called toward the door. Haymitch shuffled in the room, checking the hallway behind him before closing the door softly. He walked over to the two girls, looking between them. "And to what do we owe this pleasure?"

Haymitch smirked. "How are we going to play this, Katniss?" He asked, looking directly into her eyes. Johanna's eyes. They both looked at each other in alarm as he crossed his arms over his chest and widened his stance. "I took a trip to see Beetee today while you were in Twelve. Asked him a few questions. He was very forthcoming." They stared at him in wide-eyed silence. "Now do I have to explain to you both how stupid this is?"

"It's not her fault," Johanna replied with a roll of her eyes. Haymitch tilted his head. "I was fucking around with Volts and Katniss was trying to stop me. As per usual she was playing the hero and sticking her nose into business that did not pertain to her."

"And as usual, Johanna was causing trouble for no reason other than she's mentally deranged." Johanna shot Katniss a glare and Haymitch lifted his hands.

"I don't care whose fault it was. I just want to make sure this hasn't left this room. Do you have any idea how livid Coin would be? Not to mention, this technology? It is very unstable. It was so unstable even the Capitol didn't want to use it." He moved his eyes to Katniss's gray ones, knowing Johanna was looking back at him. "And you know how the Capitol values lives."

Johanna's throat bobbed and she nodded her head. "Volts knows. And Katniss's sister now." Haymitch rolled his eyes exasperatedly and Johanna placed her hands on her hips. "Oh relax. Who is she going to tell? And how would she prove it?"

"Either way, this needs to get fixed." Katniss looked over at Haymtich, sensing the unsaid words in his tone. When his pale blue gaze settled on her he grimaced. "Beetee is concerned about something he called a 'bleeding effect.' If you stay like this too long, your memories may bleed into each other and we wouldn't even know how to begin untangling them. It would be like mixing red and green paint and then trying to suck all the red out. You'd just have brown goo."

Katniss's eyes widened in panic. "What did he say? Is he close to figuring this out?"

Haymitch shrugged. "I don't know. He went on about the soul, the tangible fathoms of your subconscious and other crazy shit." He noted both girls' despondent demeanors and sighed. "But he is working on it. He's building a similar device that he hopes will reverse the process. But it's not without risk."

Johanna snorted. "What is without risk?"

"And you," he began, pointing his finger at Johanna. "You need to cut it out with the attitude. I appreciate what you've been doing as the Mockingjay but your other behavior has been a giant red flag. Coin asked me if you were on medication."

Katniss slid off the bed and nudged Johanna on the shoulder. "What have you been doing?"

"Nothing!" Johanna denied, but the faint appearance of a blush on her cheeks made Katniss grab her bicep and whirl her around to face her. "Get off me!"

Katniss looked to Haymitch. "What has she been doing?" Her voice lowered. "Is it Gale?"

Johanna cackled in laughter and wrenched her arm away from Katniss. "The handsome cousin? No. Have barely seen him, outside of Command. And lunch. And some training." She smirked devilishly. "I guess I have seen him a lot."

Haymitch stepped in between them and put his hand on Johanna's body, pushing Katniss away. Katniss he could control, even though he was looking into Johanna's eyes. He could almost see Katniss inside them. "Relax. You two need to settle down and get a hold of yourselves." He heaved a deep sigh. "Now Finnick's wedding is tomorrow night. You'll probably have some training in the morning but the rest of the afternoon is yours. Use it to keep yourselves together. Or, apart, really."

"If Johanna can stop taking ridiculously long baths," Katniss accused from around Haymitch's side.

"Aw, why? What am I gonna do? Afraid I'll uncork how tightly fucking wound up you are?" Johanna taunted, head titled to the left. Katniss lunged at her but Haymitch caught her by the arms.

His eyes widened in surprise. "What the hell is wrong with you two? You're like two spoiled children! Get it together or I'll have you both put back in the hospital. Then you can explain to Coin what happened and say good-bye to going to the Capitol." The blond mentor shook his head as he exited their compartment, slamming the door behind him.

Johanna and Katniss stood alone in the room, shooting daggers at each other from just a few feet away. Johanna broke eye contact first, dropping her gaze to the ground. "I have to go to the Capitol," she muttered under her breath. "Even if I have to kill a crew and fly there myself."

Katniss looked up amusedly, letting a very small smile form on her lips. "At least I know I'll have a ride." Katniss recognized the look in her own eyes - truce. A few beats passed between them before she spoke. "I'm sorry about going to your appointment. I swear I didn't do it to be a bitch."

"I know you didn't," Johanna replied resignedly. Katniss raised her eyebrow in surprise. "You're not that type of person. I mean, maybe I am and Volts is right, it's bleeding together but..." Her eyes couldn't hold Katniss's so she dropped them to the ground. "There's just a lot about me that he knows that I'm not sure I want you to know. At least not yet." Katniss was momentarily confused but Johanna didn't allow her time to ask a question. "I know you wouldn't do that. You're a good person. Even if you're annoying as shit like more than half the time."

Katniss chuckled and retrieved the ribbon Johanna had made for her, threading it between her fingers. "Between that compliment and the ribbon, I'm going to start to get the wrong idea about you," Katniss teased. Johanna furrowed her eyebrows. "I might start thinking you hate me a little less than you say."

Johanna laughed genuinely at this, nudging Katniss in the shoulder with her forefinger. The tension began to leave their bodies, and the room, and Johanna retreated back to her bed and sat down on the edge. "It's weird, you know, to feel how you feel when you see people. When I see Haymitch I normally feel -"

"Kind of disgusted," Katniss finished with a knowing glance.

Johanna smirked. "Yeah. I like the guy, he's good people. But the stench of alcohol and the fact that before you he was such a massive failure as a mentor makes me kinda hate him. That and him being the designer behind your tacky romance drama."

"I felt that way too. Before all this." It was hard to remember but Johanna nodded.

"I know, I feel it. When I look at him now, I sort of feel like... kind of like I'm with my father. Or maybe an uncle that's close to the family. The same way you feel about Gale." Katniss widened her eyes and Johanna waved her off. "Don't freak out it's not like I did anything. I looked at him and I didn't feel sparks. It was platonic. I thought you and the cuz were bumping uglies." Johanna stopped herself. "Well not really because shit, kid, you're way uptight. But you know, at least something."

"I really don't want to hear this," Katniss said drolly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'm just saying it was a surprise. Rooming with you I figured I'd have to be beating guys away from the door. Gale, Peeta, whoever. Hell, even that little mouse-voiced girl from your District speaks your praises." Katniss chortled and rolled her eyes at Johanna's scenarios. Delly Cartwright could be a little effusive. It was fair.

"What, are you jealous?" Katniss teased.

Johanna snorted. "I don't know. You're the one in my body. How does it feel?" The challenge in Johanna's eyes caught her off-guard and her body reacted strongly. She heard her heartbeat in her ears for a moment, and then felt it between her legs. It was so strong. Johanna smirked and laid down on her bed, picking up one of the scattered military volumes and losing herself in the chapters. Beetee needed to solve this soon because Katniss couldn't tell whose reactions she was feeling, but either way, something was going to happen and she was very unprepared for it.

Even though Coin had forbade alcohol, somehow someone snuck a few pints of cider into the ceremony and there was even one bottle of wine. Johanna drank almost an entire pint herself and within just an hour into the dancing, she was pretty drunk. She held it together for Prim, dancing with the young girl for the cameras and even exchanging a few dances with Gale. It was the first fun time she had since probably before her own reaping. Everything since then felt like being on a train in a tunnel, waiting to emerge back into the light.

Johanna found Katniss on the outskirts of the crowd, talking with Beetee. She nudged in between them and threw her arm around Katniss. "Everdeen, you're such a lightweight." She hiccuped and let out a small burp and Katniss's eyes went wide at the immediate smell of fermented fruits that went into her nostrils.

"You got me drunk?" Katniss asked in a seething whisper. "Johanna!"

"Oh relax," Johanna purred. "I won't do anything scandalous. Come dance with me." She took Katniss by the hands and rubbed her knuckles softly. The look Katniss shot her, somewhere between desire and annoyance, was strikingly familiar. Katniss pulled her hands back and shook her head. "No? Guess I'll have to find someone else." Her eyes landed on Beetee who also shook his head. "Right, Volts, like what am I gonna do? Wheel you around? I'll find someone more mobile."

Katniss rolled her eyes and continued to watch everyone dance. She desperately wanted to dance with her sister but it would be weird for Johanna to approach the young girl. And she was busy right now with one of Gale's brothers so she relegated herself to the sides of the crowd, clapping along. Her eyes scanned along the dance floor until she was stopped dead by the sight of herself - okay, Johanna, but it was still her body - dancing some sort of square dance with Cressida. The blonde director was unsure of the moves by the awkward way she positioned her body but Johanna was more than obliging. Her hand was on her hip, guiding her movements. The reaction inside Johanna's body that Katniss felt was immediate and powerful. Stronger than what she had felt being stared down in the compartment. It was as easy to identify as the sun in the sky. It was pure, straight jealousy.

Johanna giggled as Cressida finally got going with the dance. "I guess they don't teach you much square dancing in the Capitol?" Johanna teased, leading Cressida in the small circle of dancers.

She shook her head. "More like waltzing. More structured dancing," she explained, looking down at their feet and following as best she could. "Is this what you do in Twelve?"

Johanna shrugged. "I don't fuckin' know." Cressida narrowed her eyes in confusion and Johanna laughed again. "You're a rebel, right? You can keep a secret?" Cressida looked at her warily but nodded her head. Johanna leaned in, holding the side of her head against Cressida's ear. "I'm not Katniss."

Cressida pulled back. "You're... not Katniss." Johanna nodded. "I think you might have drank too much. I hope President Coin doesn't know you drank this much. Or at all."

"No no no," Johanna said, shaking her head. "You're not getting it. I'm not drunk." Cressida raise a pale brow and Johanna rolled her eyes. "Okay, I am a little but that's not what I'm saying. I went into the lab that Volts works in and he had this little contraption. Me and the Mockingjay had a little incident and the thing went off in our hands. Came to and I was inside Everdeen's body."

Cressida blinked rapidly, stopping her feet on the dance floor and pulling Johanna toward the wall. Her voice lowered. "Are you telling me the truth?" Her bright eyes were large and alarmed, darting around to see if they were within earshot of anyone. Between the music and the clapping it was hard to hear anything.

"Of course I am," Johanna responded, leaning her palm on the wall and bracing her weight.

"So then who are you?"

"Johanna," she said, extending her hand in almost a handshake. "Johanna Mason, District Seven."

Cressida took her hand and shook it, confused still as plain as day on her face. "The victor who Katniss volunteered to room with." Her eyes ran around the room until she saw Johanna - or Katniss? - staring at them from next to Beetee. "And Katniss is then, inside your body?"

Johanna nodded. "Yup. Been like this a few days. Volts is working on a cure. A reversal, I guess. Something about mixing paints, I don't know." She waved her hand in the air dismissively.

Cressida placed her hand on her forehead. "Who else knows about this?"

Johanna counted off on her fingers. "Me, Katniss obviously. Volts, Haymitch somehow figured it out. And Katniss's little sister Prim." She looked at her hand. "Five people?"

Cressida sighed, taking her tongue between her teeth and tugging on it. "That explains your behavior in the meetings." Johanna pursed her lips and Cressida gave her a glower. "I thought it was out of character for Katniss to ask me if I was 'getting it on' with one of my cameramen."

"She's such a tight-ass right?" Johanna asked and Cressida offered no response, she just continued to glare at her. "Well you don't really know me, but I can assure you I'm not."

"No, I imagine the woman who offered to let me sit on her lap in front of President Coin wouldn't be as prudish."

"The offer still stands, you know." Johanna leered at Cressida who placed her hand on Johanna's sternum and pushed her back an inch or two. "When I'm back in my own body, obviously."

Before Cressida could open her mouth a hand wrapped around Johanna's bicep and turned her around. Katniss stood there, eyes aflame, glancing between the two of them. "We should probably get more footage of the Mockingjay dancing for Snow, hm?" she asked Cressida, raising her eyebrow. Without waiting for a response Katniss dragged Johanna onto the dance floor. She entwined their fingers and wrapped her arm around her waist, tugging them closer. Dalton had slowed the music down a bit but it was still somewhat lively. "What are you doing?"

"What am I doing? I was talking to Cressida before you rudely interrupted me." Katniss glared at her and Johanna's lip quirked upward. "You're jealous."

"What?" Katniss sputtered.

"Um, Katniss, I know what I look like when I'm jealous." Katniss scowled at her and Johanna tilted her head back and let out a small laugh. Johanna's eyes moved over to their clasped hands and saw the ribbon she had made was wrapped around Katniss's wrist. She smiled gently. "You're wearing the ribbon."

Katniss eyed the ribbon and gave Johanna a very quick, very small smile. "I'm not jealous," she mumbled unconvincingly, cheeks aflame. She wished she was in her own body as blush was easier to conceal with her darker skin. Johanna was so pale - not just genetically but also from the weeks of torture - that it was clear she was exactly as jealous as Johanna thought.

"Oh? Don't forget, Twelve, I'm inside you too. I feel what you feel when I do, oh I don't know, this?" She pulled their bodies flush together and Katniss took in a sharp intake of breath. Their bodies were so warm - her own body particularly so from all the alcohol Johanna had drank illegally - that her mind ran sluggishly as she grappled with the strange, but not unfamiliar feelings of arousal. Katniss shook her hands away and pulled out of Johanna's grasp.

"Just stop it. This is - this is not okay." She extricated herself from Johanna and walked off the dance floor. To her surprise, a hand came and grabbed her own before she could reach the crowd.

"Katniss," her voice called gently. She turned around to catch Johanna's eyes boring into her own. "All this aside," she gestured with her free hand, "I think you know that when we switch back, you and I are going to have a talk."

The context of the talk was clear - the attraction that they felt between them that Katniss was totally unprepared for. "Didn't you say you were going to have a talk with Cressida?" she teased, both to alleviate the serious look in her eyes and to deflect Johanna's intent.

It did neither. "I won my Games, brainless. I'm a victor. Do you think I'm going to settle for second-best?" She cocked an eyebrow. "Not if I have a shot at first."

Katniss's eyes widened as Johanna let her hand go and retreated back into the crowd. She was wrong. She wouldn't need one hundred years to understand Johanna, because the older girl was blatant. Katniss had just been reading her wrong and it took an entire swapping of souls for her to register what she meant.

An excited but rather unsettling feeling tumbled inside her stomach. Johanna ...liked her. Or at the very least, was attracted to her. And then the real bombshell pounded on her head as she got back to their compartment. She was pretty sure the feeling was mutual.

Author's Note: Hi all! I hope everyone has a happy holiday and a fabulously awesome new year. Thank you for all the new reviews and follows!