I'm so sorry about the delay! Between exam week and rewrites, things got hectic there for a second, but everything's under control. Crisis adverted. Phew! So, after all that's been said, hope you enjoy! Happy Reading!

I'm Yours: The Script.

"It doesn't have to be extravagant…really," I insisted. Finnick sat beside me, holding my hand, Pluctarch was pacing in front of us. The conference room was probably the nicest Thirteen had to offer.

It stole a lot of my focus, but he regained it. "Nonsense!" He clapped, "We're going to throw you the greatest wedding District Thirteen's ever seen." He announced heartily, throwing his hands to the air as if it were some great feat, hosting a wedding.

Finnick chuckled, rubbing the back of my hand, "Somehow, Plutarch, I don't think you'll have to overexert yourself on that. In having guests attend our wedding, I'm sure you've already outdone every expectation of Thirteen." I giggled, as Finnick seemed to become intrigued with my fingers, as to avoid Plutarch's gaze of annoyance.

Trying to diffuse the situation, "Really Plutarch, there's no sense in upsetting Coin," I still had the smile on my face. Asking for a wedding, was simply our way of acknowledging that Finnick and I would be married within the month. What they planned on doing with that information was up to them entirely…Coin and Plutarch thought it would benefit everyone to exploit it for a propaganda shoot.

Plutarch shook his head, taking a seat in front of us at the oak table. "Oh but Annie my dear, this is more than just a wedding. You two mean something now to the rebels." He told us, with as much sincerity as I'm sure he could muster.

"We do?" Finnick asked, raising an eyebrow.

Plutarch looked offended that Finnick even questioned our importance. "Of course! The two of you, one a heartthrob of the Capitol, the other the mad girl from District Four. Both at one point in time sought out beauties crumbling before the world because of a cruel Capitol… and now, you two can finally be happy and celebrate your love in marital bliss in peace."

"Well, that's a new perspective I suppose." It was a beautiful spin on our tale, truth be told, I like how he persuaded us. Finnick wasn't too fond to have our wedding played out like another political message, but in the end, Plutarch won us both over. We agreed though…our lives would never be completely private, and a wedding did sound more appealing than signing forms.

"So you'll be ok, going with Katniss?" Finnick asked during our reflection time. He should have been in his compartment, but he never really was one for rules.

He was fumbling with some supplies we had stolen from the education center. "It'll be fine," I assured him. "She seems nice." I smiled trying to focus on what I was supposed to be doing, which at the time was cleaning. It wouldn't be long now.

"She's ok." He muttered, sitting down at the small table.

He smiled a little when I scolded him, "Be nice." I laughed, still trying to focus. My mind was scattered.

Finnick shrugged, "That was me being nice." He starts sketching out a poor drawing of rebel leaders, one of Coin, which was a little crass. I grinned, reminding him to not waste. He crumpled the sheet up and threw it to the ground, lifting his brow.

I walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. "I'm so excited," I whispered in his ear.

He bent down to kiss me on the cheek. "Me too…" He whispered back with a charming humor I had missed. "So, you do want this?" He asked, watching me with caution.

I nodded, "Yeah…why not go public, right?" I smiled. "Plutarch was right, whether we want to agree with him or not, they can't make us hide anymore." I kissed Finnick, pushing my hands through his auburn hair.

He grinned brightly, kissing me again and then spinning me into his arms. "I'm excited to see what she dresses you up in." He laughed, looking me over.

I blushed furiously, still shy of my fiancé. In two days, we'd be married. A bell rang, meaning we were to move on to our next event, I escorted him to the hallway, "I'll see you soon, Mr. Odair." I told him, sneaking him out of the room like we were young lovers.

He kissed me quickly, "Goodbye Ms. Cresta." He said with a bow and a wink. I closed the door, sinking behind it. Although, we both knew there wouldn't be much of a change after our exchanging vows, just the idea of finally vocalizing our promises to an audience seemed to fuel our nerves. The dress was the final touch.

The hovercraft ride to District Twelve, the next day, was hazy. I don't remember a lot of Katniss' conversation and mine. I'm not really sure we had any, if we did, I was trapped in my own mind. The attacks hadn't been as frequent as they once were, but to have them at all was too often for my liking.

Katniss and her prep team pushed several dresses at me, having me model each of them. Some were a variety of colors, but I had mostly been trying on the old wedding dresses Katniss had stored away in the depths of her closet. "Oh, Annie…that looks beautiful." They all cooed as I walked out in another long, white dress.

"They all do." I said, timidly. Katniss had such a harsh look on her face, I didn't know if it bothered her, the dresses they had me try on, or if she just felt uncomfortable.

"Would you like the white one?" She asked at one point.

I fidgeted in the gown. "Actually, in Four we usually wear white to funerals." I finally admitted.

Katniss smirked a little, she seemed to be easing up a bit as we talked, "I guess that wouldn't be fitting then."

"Not quite," I smiled warmly.

Her prep team left us to search the closets again, rolling the in lavish fabrics. "What do you wear at weddings?" Katniss asked, sitting down beside me. She pulled her legs into her chest and looked up at me.

I grinned, sitting down beside her, careful not to wrinkle or damage the dress, "Usually something bright, oceanic." I described, and she smiled at me. "My mother wore a really pretty green dress to hers." I told her.

Her gray eyes lit up and she snapped up, letting her legs hit the floor. "I think I have one in mind," She said, running to the back of the closet. "Here," Katniss handed me a radiant gown. It was a silk dress, a darker shade of mint green. The sleeves fell off the shoulder. There was a cutout in the fabric where the back should have been. Buttons lined my back, to the end where they met a slit. Within the slit was a train of tulle that trailed behind me. The detail within the dress is what amazed me, more than the color, which matched perfectly to the color of my mother's. Embroidered on the dress were soft gold tendrils designed to accentuate the dress in natural lighting. Something about it seemed familiar.

She ushered me to try it on and assembled her prep team for their opinion. I walked out in the gown; it was a little loose since she was a smidge bigger than I was. It was the perfect dress. "Katniss…this is…this is exquisite," I breathed as I watched my reflection in the tall mirror hanging on the wall. A small smile crossed my lips. It was like the dress I wore to Finnick's reaping. It was like the soft, green cotton dress my mother had adored. Tears welled in my eyes as I thought of her and Papa. I missed them.

She beamed, "It looks great on you." Her prep team applauded, agreeing and chattering over how to fix my hair and nails.

"You're sure you're ok with me borrowing it?" I asked shyly, clutching to the bodice.

Katniss looked surprised, "Borrowing it?" She repeated, shaking her head. "Take it. Its designer would want you to have it…"

"I couldn't…" I said frowning. It was so exquisite.

But she insisted with a kind smile, "I have others. Keep it."

"Thank you," I whispered, pulling her into a hug. We didn't speak much on the way back to Thirteen. It was late, I assumed she was tired.

"He really loves you," She said eventually. Everyone else was asleep. It was just the two of us now, alone with our thoughts.

I didn't speak for a few minutes, "I'm sorry about Peeta …" I told her quietly. There wasn't much for me to say. What could I tell her about Finnick, that I'm sure she either didn't know, or didn't want to know? What could I tell her about me? Or Peeta? Essentially nothing, but there was something to be said. I remembered being her age, scared of what Finnick was becoming, angry that I wanted him and couldn't have him, impatient with him. So, I offered her what I could. "He's still there; you just have to find him."

"Like you found Finnick?" She asked me quietly in the darkness.

I shook my head, "Like he found me," I told her.

A small ray of light emitted from the pilot box, shining on her discouraged frown, "I don't think he's going to find me." She said, dejected.

I smiled softly, my thoughts swarming again. Thoughts of Finnick and Peeta were slowly pulling me back to my isolations and attacks. "You know, I didn't want to marry Finnick." I said, airily, focusing on the dress hanging from the rafters of the hovercraft.

"Why?" She asked me.

I was slowly leaving our discussion, "It honestly, seemed pointless."

But Katniss continued to pursue the conversation. "So, why are you marrying him?" She asked, still frustrated, but attempting friendly exchanges.

I smiled, returning back to her, "Because it'll make him happy, and this is something we needed. Katniss, life with Finnick hasn't been easy. We fought always. We never saw each other, and when we did, we were always in hiding. It was tough, but we never gave up." I explained.

She was dejected, sinking down in her chair, "Peeta and me…that's hopeless." She said with a cold, hollow chuckle.

She loved him and it was obvious. It was breaking her. "Do you love him?" I asked her quietly.

"I think I do." She said, uncertainly.

I pattered her hand, "Then don't give up on him," I told her with a reassuring smile, "Don't fall apart…It's a terrible process, trying to pull yourself back together." I said, succumbing to sleep.

"You and Finnick are perfect for each other." It was the last thing she said to me that night. There was something comforting about her voice. I didn't worry about her. He would come back for her. I knew Peeta. I fell into a sleep, with dreams of Finnick. It wouldn't be long now.

…

They set our wedding up in the rubble of District Thirteen. The gray scenery was covered in dried autumn leaves, colorful decorations and nets…there were a lot of nets. Someone gathered a few things from District Four, like the torches and candles and placed them at the front of the hall where the altar was. It was nice. Annie would like it.

I stood at the altar where Dalton from District Ten, our minister, would occasionally whisper to me. Three hundred people showed up to see us tie our last knot. The waiting was torture. The music began and my heart drummed against my chest. There she was, wrapped in a long green dress that just fell off her shoulders. Her long dark hair flowed like waves down her back. The sun was setting on her, emitting rays of gold and orange from her sides. There was a halo of dried flowers placed in her hair like on the day of her reaping and her victory. She smiled at me and my heart stopped. She was beautiful, beyond her radiance of any normal day. Annie Cresta, a fisherman's daughter, the only girl I've ever loved was only a few steps away from being mine. She approached me; her deep green eyes were sparkling. She didn't stop smiling. "Hi Annie," I grinned, taking her hands in mine.

"Hi Finn." My heart beat faster when she said my name. I couldn't stop smiling at her.

The ceremony started. "You look beautiful," I whispered to her.

Dalton greeted our spectators, some close friends, others unknown. "We are gathered here today to celebrate not only a love that inspired our broken districts but also the lives of these two people, proof that there is love that never ceases, never quits fighting, and a love that is forever gentle and patient." He looked to Annie and smiled, then to me. "The vows," He said, to me with a joyous smile.

I nodded, turning from him and back to Annie, I squeezed her hand in mine. "I, Finnick Jonah Odair," I started, bowing my head, picking up one end of a woven net made by some citizens of Thirteen, and then looking back to her, "vow to love you, Annie Emile Cresta, forever." The way she smiled at me, her eyes focused on me, "I promise to pursue you every day, to find you when you're lost, to hold you when you're alone, to mend you when you're broken, to remind you when things get hazy," I said, pushing her hair behind her ear. "...I promise to fiercely treasure you now and forever. I promise to be yours and only yours, forever and ever till death do us part." Annie's grin could destroy me. She was perfection. I tucked the end of the net around her shoulders. Her green eyes locked on me, and it almost seemed like it was only us. Dalton had me light a candle and place it on the altar in front of us, then he looked to Annie.

She grinned again, her coral colored lips, soft and full, perfectly framing her dazzling, pure smile. "I, Annie Emile Cresta," She picked up the other end of the net, letting her fingers run through it, "vow to love you, Finnick Jonah Odair, forever." Her soft voice was clear and comforting. The dimples in her cheeks gave her the perfect innocence I'd always adored. "I promise to fight for us every day," She said in seriousness, but her beautiful grin never left. "…To encourage your love of life, to love you with patience and tenderness, to wait for you when you feel like the world moved on, and to love you with all my heart and remind you when life gets to be too much." She watched me, her eyes full of honesty. I wanted to kiss her there. "I promise to be yours and only yours, forever and ever till death do us part." She placed her end of the net around me, then took my hands in hers. Dalton had her light a candle as well.

With the two flickering lights, we lit a united flame. Then as instructed, we dipped our first three fingers in a wine glass full of salt water, touching them to each other's lips, like our district celebrated. She giggled as the wedding song began to play, "The Valley of the Anchor." I sang to her, and she to me. I could hear the sweet piano usually used to perform the song. Tides sail smooth, tides be rough, the ship be strong, lest storm's too tough. For better, for worse, the Captain sang, I'll follow my voyage, she calls out my name. With that, we were pronounced man and wife. The crowd chanted for a kiss. And kiss her, I did.

Celebrating with Annie, dancing with Annie, laughing with Annie, all moments I couldn't ever describe to the fullest of their perfection. Annie was forever mine. Annie was so gentle. It was the way she greeted and thanked our guests. Or the way she touched my face. Her lithe fingers never sought out greedily, but passionately, lovingly. She had a laugh that could inspire angels in Heaven to smile. Her smile was infectious and everyone found something to love about her. She was perfect. They way she lit up when they brought out the wedding cake, how she chimed and cooed over its beauty. The way she danced, even the way she lost herself there was beauty in it. "Darling," I would whisper when she became unraveled. "Come home to me." I would tell her and soon she would talk again. Usually about something pleasant or funny, or she would point out details of something that I hadn't noticed.

That night, as she pushed her tired body on throughout the greetings, as she forced her tired mind to stay with me, I remembered the truth of my Annie. Her beauty was enticing, her kindness was endearing, but her love would always come and go, like mine. I didn't choose to love Annie because of those things, I wasn't foolish enough to believe love (an emotion) would fuel us forever. Pursuing Annie didn't wholly rely on those shallow details, but it was because she always chose to love me. Even when I ran from her, even when she was exhausted and broken, she loved me. I was taken back to the night when I first knew. Her pale blue nightgown, her wavy hair, the weariness in her eyes, all of that, less than beautiful in her perspective, but the fact that none of that stopped her from seeing me… the fact that she sacrificed so much as time went, because she chose me. We were all each other had. "Finn?" She asked, looking up to me as the celebration dwindled down. Night fell, leaving us surrounded in candlelight, strings of lanterns, and stars.

"Yes my love?" I asked. She was stunning. Her tiny body curved into me as I wrapped my arm tightly around her. It was time to go. I stood her up and we said our last goodbyes and thank yous, received our last congratulatory handshakes, hugs, and kisses and were left alone to walk back to our new compartment. She swayed a little, overcome with weariness. I picked her up, cradling her in my arms.

"I love you," She whispered. I'll never understand why she chose me, but I can't explain how grateful I am she did. I looked at her beautiful peace as she leaned against my chest. I chose her because she chose me…but because I knew how unbearable being without her truly was.

I kissed her on the forehead, "I love you too," I told her. Forever I was hers.