Okay, I know I took several months to update this and I'm very sorry about it. The last few months haven't been easy at all. Personal issues/illness, school, and stuff. I try to go on with this story more now, because I think I'm back into it.

Well, I hope you like this one, it's basically just the scene from the movie, maybe with some minor changes. Maybe leave a review? :)

Once Effie entered her quarter, she didn't take much longer to get ready for bed. Though she laid still for several minutes, she found it hard to let sleep come over her. An hour passed until she do all were able to fall asleep, already awaiting the next day.

~ • ~

It was the routine that had settled down in her. Effie awoke just at the same time she would everyday, knowing she would need to do whatever her schedule would tell her to. And for that, she would need to wake up early to get it at first.

Not taking too long, she got out of her clothes and washed herself before putting on new clothes, which were just as colorless as the once she wore the day before.

Once she was finished, Effie left her quarter and walked down the grey halls of District 13 to get her schedule and then head to breakfast which would be the first point on it.

It wasn't much of a procedure, just stretching out her arm, waiting a few seconds as she held it under the scanner and then she had her schedule on her lower arm that would fade at the end of the day. Just like it was everyday. Day after day after day...

She sighed as she thought about it but didn't waste any time and walked to the dining hall.

Though she was eager to attend to the meeting, she couldn't really bring herself to eat fast or even much. It was the taste that made it very hard to eat the breakfast, but eventually, she finished it and headed back to her quarters where she would wait until Haymitch got her for the meeting.

~ • ~

The morning for Haymitch was as it always was: torture. He still wasn't completely use to his sober state, but it got better and he actually was more useful like this.

He got his schedule as well as some breakfast within half an hour which yet gave him some more time before he had to get Effie.

Effie. He smiled a bit to himself. To see her like this, without all the make-up and the Capitol crap made her actually look like a human being. And he liked her way better this way.

Time went by quickly, he didn't even know how that happened, but Haymitch left his quarter once more to walk to Effie's in order to bring her to the meeting with him.

Knocking on the door, he waited.

Behind the doors, Effie quickly fixed her headscarf before she opened the door to see Haymitch. "Good morning, Haymitch." She greeted him rather cheerful and left her quarter, closing the door.

"Morning, Princess. Ready to go?"

At her nod, he started to walk, knowing she would follow anyway since he got lost rather often. But who would complain, everything looked the same!

"Haymitch, what is that meeting about? You never told me."

"They finished the first Propo and are going to show it to us. Then we will decide if we use it or not. But, Princess, I don't think under such a pressure, Katniss can work well. She's not like that."

Effie nodded once more, knowing he was right. Katniss was no good under such a force. And she had seen it herself, she knew Katniss could do better. But who was she in this District to complain?

For the rest of their walk, neither one said a word, both too deep in thought about Katniss and the Propo.

~ • ~

Katniss' face slowly faded and the screen went black. The Propo just finished and it was Haymitch who spoke first.

It had been more than a bad result to show in the Districts. It was very poorly, but Haymitch had an idea how to change that.

"Madame... President, indulge me for a moment." He said and stood up.

"Let's everybody think of one incident where Katniss Everdeen genuinely moved you. And I'm not talking about when you were jealous of her hairstyle, or her dress went up in flames, or when she made a halfway decent shot with an arrow - and not when Peeta made you like her. So- one moment when she made you feel something."

It were these moments that moved the people. And it would just have the same effect in a Propo. But first, they had to think about it.

Surprisingly, it was Effie Trinket who rose her hand quickly. "Oh- when she volunteered for her sister at the Reaping."

"Excellent example." Haymitch said and cleared a space by wiping out several items. "...I hope that wasn't important." It was more than clear that it was meant for Coin which was even clearer when he looked at her. "Volunteer...for sis. Go on- another example." He asked them after he wrote down that point.

And again, it was Effie who rose her hand.

"When she sang that song, for little Rue." A small gasp of admiration escaped her afterwards and she clasped her hands together.

"Oh, yeah. Who didn't get choked up at that? You know, Effie, I like you better without all that makeup."

Was he just flirting with her? Or was it just a nice matter to say? She wasn't quite sure but without housing and hesitation, she smiled at him and spoke very confident:

"I like you better sober."

I like you better sober, he thought with surprise and looked over his shoulder as he wrote down her point. He himself wasn't quite sure if she really meant it, but this was definitely not the time to think about it.

It was Beetee, who pulled him out of his thoughts. "When she chose Rue as an ally, as well." Another good point, that Haymitch wrote down without hesitation.

Once he finished, he turned around to face the others again, looking at each of them. "Now, who can tell me what all these moments have in common?"

They all could do, but Gale was the first one to speak it out loud, a smile gracing his lips as he did. "Nobody told her what to do." Exactly, Haymitch thought and smiled as well, making a subtle gesture towards Gale to show his approve.

"Unscripted, yes. So- maybe we should just leave her alone." Beetee said as he looked at Katniss as if he was inspecting her. Katniss didn't really mind anymore, she knew how Beetee was. Yet she didn't really like to be the subject of this discussion without having to say something as well. So far.

Boggs looked at Katniss as well, not hiding the smile on his lips. "And wash her face. She's still a girl, and you made her look like thirty-five." It made her smile as well because she hated all of this make-up, and didn't really understand why she needed to wear it.

They all were right, yet, Plutarch had something to complain, something about the District. "The opportunities for spontaneity here underground are sorely lacking- so, if you're suggesting we toss her into combat-"

"I can't sanction putting an untrained civilian into combat just for effect. This is not the Capitol." Coin interrupted him, showing no sign of giving in so easily.

But Haymitch shook his head, looking directly at Coin as he put his hands on the table. "No, that's exactly what I'm suggesting- put her in the field!" He knew it was dangerous, but it was the only way to get things as they wanted them. The only way to make Katniss act real.

"We won't be able to protect her-"

"Listen, you're looking for the face of theRevolution? She cannot be coached- believe me, I would know. It has to come from her."

Haymitch knew he would convince the President to give in to their proposal.

Meanwhile, Effie was worried about Katniss' well-being, but also knew there was no other way... It was strange. Actually she would say it was wrong, that they could never do such a thing, but being in 13 made her think different. She started to see things different. And she knew it was right.

"So, perhaps somewhere lower-risk?..."

Plutarch's voice pulled her back, and she looked at him, following the discussion once more.

Beetee knew about the situations in the Districts and could tell best where to bring her without too man risks. "District 8. They reported heavy bombing this morning, but there's no military targets left."

Yet, Alma Coin still insisted on the matter of safety, that the wouldn't be able to guarantee it for her.

And that was when Katniss eventually decided to speak for herself, not wanting to be spoken for anymore.

"You'll never be able to guarantee my safety. I want to go."

Though no one heard it, Effie let out a small gasp, fearing the consequences of a trip to District 8. To any of the Districts. But she remained silent.

"... And if you're killed?"

"Make sure you get it on camera."

A shot moment of silence went by before Plutarch clapped his hands in approval.

Effie closed her eyes, holding back her emotions, before she quickly rose and left the room without another word.

No one but Haymitch and Katniss really noticed it. The meeting was over.