AN: I really wanted to have a Haymitch/Wave introduction to each other. So yes, it will be in this chapter. Oh, and a friend of mine made a trailer on youtube. the link is on my profile.

I saw his eyes begin to crack open. "Avery, I think he's up!" I called from across the mumbled something practically inaudible. "What was that?" I asked gently.

"Where the hell am I?" He asked louder, I couldn't help but crack up.

"A candy shop." I rolled my eyes. "Where the hell do you think you are, 'O smart one Haymitch?"

Avery shot me a look. What did she want from me? If he was well enough to be a rude prat then I was given the 'OK' to be sarcaastic. I knew I could be a lot worse than sarcastic, so I don't know what the big deal is. I just gave her a gleaming smile.

"Who wants to break the news to him." The nurse asked both of us. Avery and I exchanged glances. I'm positive she doesn't trust me enough to do it but I still raised my hand cheerily. The nurse gave me a look but didn't dare protest with the great Serenity Starr.

"Well, Haymitch, let's just say there's no other tribute that had as many injuries coming out of the arena as you so...congratulations!" I say. "Thankully nothing bad happened to your head. You have stitches in seven areas. Fourteen from your elbow to your shoulder, six across your chest, twenty on your left thigh, seventeen across your stomach, fifteen on your back, nine on your ankle, and eight on your forehead." I read from his medic exam papers.

"Your suffering a slight concussion, 2 of your ribs broke, three are fractured, and seven are bruised. You broke your right arm and dislocated your left shoulder. Oh, and your ankle, the one that has stitches, is sprained. I think that 's 'bout it. Oh and your now a hundred and nineteen ponds." I finished.

"You just love this don't you? You probably came out as sparkly clean as you went in." He snarled hoarsly.

"Hmmm, I wasn't in such a fragile state nor did I feel as weak but four of my fingers had to be amputated. I also need a transfusion and a dog because the bang on my head blurred my vision." I said.

"There's only two other tributes that sustained the kind of damage you have, exept not as worse Haymitch." Avery said softly. "One of them is crazy and the other one doesn't like to talk. You're extremely lucky to be right-headed."

"I really feel lucky." Haymitch said sarcastically.

"Haymitch." I said sweetly. "You might want to watch what you say to other victors. I tolerate it because I'll give it back to you since I'm young and a recent winner. However, Amythest is almost as lax as me but she's also a Career from two."

"So be mindful of that mouth of yours."

Haymitch's prep team was replaced by Calypso and her partney Apollo, by my request. I did not want Shawn anywhere near Haymitch. They managed him to look like his normal self. Oh, how annoying the squeals of all the Capitol girls sounded. He looked fine, nothing that special. Dark wash jeans and a black deep V-neck shirt with built in lights that made glowed iridescantly. Like I said, nothing that special.

The interview was going pretty great. I wish I could've said the same about the recap. Haymitch was horrified of it, he even teared silently at the deaths of Maysilee, Allison, and Asher. I couldn't even help the tears with Maysilee's death.

Then Caesar had to ask that question: "What can you say about Serenity? After all she was your mentor, I'm sure we'd all like to know how this young girl, winning last year, managed to get both her tributes to the final five."

Haymitch looked at him, eye full of hatred. I grinned to Wave and Melinda. He has to be nice. You can't be rude or tell lies about the youngest victor. "Well, for starters, she's brutally honest." I nearly choked with laughter when I heard this. I restrained myself. That was probably the biggest lie about me.

"With me, anyway. She's...well...she's very smart." It looked painful for him to say this. Tears were streaming down my face as I tried my hardest not to laugh. "Serenity is probably the only person here that will tell it like it is, whether you want to hear it or not."

That was so true. No sarcasm intended.

"If there was a definition for you, I swear he just said it word for word." Wave whispered to me. I smacked him in the chest. "Except violent..." He pretended to gasp. "He left out violent."

I smirked. "Come on, I have to go collect him."

"Where do I fit into this?"

"Stop complaining."

"Yes ma'am." Wave saluted.

I rolled my eyes.

"Haymitch, this is Wave. Wave, Haymitch." I introduced. The two of them stared at each other warily. "Be nice, shake hands!" I commanded.

"May I leave?" Haymitch grimaced at the pain from one of his legs.

"Lemme rephrase that. Haymitch, this was the idiot from four years ago. Wave this is the idiot that won this year." I said. Maybe, just maybe, if Haymitch knew who he was attitude would change.

"Pleasure." Haymitch spat sarcastically.

"Delighted." Wave said darkly before Haymitch limped away.

A girl can only hope.

Two weeks later...

Wave was in the middle of making lunch, since Melinda can't cook for her life and he wouldn't let me. "The Victory tour is schedueled to be in two months." I broke the silence.

Wave snorted. "Good luck getting that victor of yours to attend." He placed a bowl of spaghetti in front of me.

My head shot up. I'm pretty sure I heard someone open the door. Then I heard the door slam, which got everyone's attention. "I'm going to kill him...what was he thinking...killing?" As the footsteps got louder so did the voice. It was very familiar.

Avra.

"I don't remember giving you the keys to the house." I said. She scowled at me. "What are you doing in District Four anyways, Avra?"

She glowered at me, she can't possibly think I understood all her angry mutters. "Avery called me this morning. Haymitch's mother, brother, and girlfriend were murdered last night. I got on the first train heading out."

I gaped at what she said, while Melinda gasped and Wave went wide eyed. I clenched my fists so hard they started turning white. "Why didn't she call me?" I demanded. "I'm his mentor, not you!"

"You have a bigger temper than me." Avra smirked.

"Who murdered them?" I asked.

Avra looked down. "Snow." She said quietly.

The three of them stared at me, expecting a nuclear explosion. I was prepared to give it to them but instead I said calmly, "Would any of you happen to have Seneca Crane's number?" The three of them exchanged glances.

Avra handed me her cell phone. Excusing myself, I walked into the bathrom. "Hello?" Seneca's voice was annoyed. "What do you need Avra?"

"It's Serenity." I said flatly.

"Serenity? Why the hell are you using Avra's phone?"

"That's besides the point. Remember when you asked me to join this rebellion of yours and I said that there wasn't a valid reason for me to put myself in danger." I asked him, I could hear Wave listening outside the door.

"Yeah."

"Well, I think I found a valid reason."

Sorry it was short.