A/N: Trigger warning for PTSD

Annie knew that January was supposed to be cold, but she had to take issue with Mother Nature for deciding that cold meant being under two blankets, drinking burn-your-tongue-hot tea, and wearing a sweater and knee socks and still freezing icy cold. Damn that woman. She hadn't liked negative numbers in school, and she hadn't been happy to see a negative three staring back at her when she'd checked the weather this morning.

When she held the mug close to her face, her nose stopped being burning needle-prick cold for a minute or two. Pity it didn't last, for when she moved the cup away, she felt like it might try to fall off. Could noses really do that? She seemed to recall Johanna mentioning something along those lines, but Annie shook that thought away. With Johanna, it had probably been nothing more than a gruesome horror story. Probably.

In any case, best not to think about that too much. What was Finnick up to? If he'd found some clever way to keep warm and not bothered to tell her about it, she'd have to…

Well, all right, she couldn't think of a suitable threat off the top of her head, but she'd have to do something to him. After filling another mug full of tea – she may want to hurt him if he was warm, but she wasn't cruel – Annie headed upstairs. There she found him in much the same position she'd left him three hours prior, huddled under their blankets and with his knees pressed up to his chest. What she hadn't noticed then were the tremors that shook his body. "Finnick? Finn, are you okay?" She knew the answer, but this way, he knew she was there, and hopefully wouldn't be scared when he felt her hands on him. She touched his forehead, just to make sure it was what she thought and not a fever. "Finn, you're scaring me. Try to talk?"

He nodded, the shift causing light to shine from the wet tracks down his cheeks. She longed to kiss them away, but Annie wasn't sure what that would do to him. "I'm all right."

Bless his heart, trying to make her feel better about all this. She wasn't having any of it. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"It's just so cold." He didn't sound like the man she knew now, but like the poor, broken boy she remembered from right after his Games, the one who his former classmates had snickered at for crying and needing mothering from an old lady when he was supposed to be Panem's newest heartthrob.

Oh, that made sense. She'd forgotten the frozen wasteland his Arena had started as, before the Gamemakers had realized that the audience did not want Finnick Odair in a parka. No, the warmer the climate, the less he wore, and so the temperature had risen and risen until his entire body was bathed in sweat as he speared the final tribute. But there was plenty of heat in Four, and this type of cold was something new. "The Games?"

"Yeah."

"Here, drink this." She grabbed the mug of tea and offered it to him. "It'll warm you up."

He shook his head, still trembling. "I don't think I can keep it down."

"Then at least hold it." Annie wasn't going to take no for an answer, and, after a quick check that it wouldn't burn him if it splashed, she placed it next to him on the mattress. "I'm going to go grab you another blanket. I'll be back in just a second."

Even the slush coming down –thicker than liquid water, so she didn't want to call it rain, but it didn't have the pretty white flakes that characterized snow – could have come straight from the 65th Games. At that moment, Annie could have grabbed her kitchen knife and ran barefoot the thousand miles to the Capitol to make the Gamemakers pay for stealing Finnick's precious Sunday at home from him, but right now, Finnick had to be more important. She didn't want him to suffer another second.

A throw on the couch, two more where she'd been sitting earlier. She fetched all of them and brought them back to their bedroom. As she wrapped the blanket around him and tucked it tight around his body, an idea came to her. "Can I be your space heater?" she asked.

Finnick didn't open his eyes as he nodded. Undoing her work from a few seconds prior, Annie snuggled in next to him, her chest against his back. "It's okay, Finn. I'll keep you safe from the monsters."

The shaking didn't quite stop, but it lightened to little more than a tremor. He wriggled up closer to her, and she kissed his shoulder. "Whatever you're thinking about, none of that's real right now. All that exists now is you and me, and there's nothing in the world that can hurt us." He grabbed her hand, and she stroked the back of his hand with her thumb. "Now, I want you to breathe, and let everything else melt away. You and me. That's it."

He breathed, and she didn't let go, and eventually, the rest of it did melt away.

A/N: Based on a prompt from Tumblr: "Could you write about Finnick and Annie sharing a carefree, lazy Sunday together? One where the world seems to melt away and only they are left? Bonus points for incorporating rain!" Yay, I got bonus points (and probably lost points for making it sad rather than cute, but hopefully I'm not in negative territory)!

Also, if you've noticed, some of the chapter numbers have changed. I moved Night Lily (the really long one about the vampire) to be its own story, since I felt that even in the hodgepodge of stories here, it didn't really fit in. The numbers will probably continue to change, since I think I'm going to do a little pruning of some of the older chapters. Hard to believe it's been almost a year and a half, forty thousand words, and sixty-odd chapters since I started this. Thank you so much for reading! I really can't express how happy I am that people still think these little stories are worth their time to read.