Together we are complete

Chapter 5

Hello readers!

I'm not really sure what to put in this chapter or what direction it's going to take so be ready for anything :)

So as promised we are seeing more Finnick/Annie drama, but unfortunately we aren't going to see them as a couple for quite some time :( I know it's horrible but it's not according to plan, so just be patient.

Anyway here's the chapter.

*song* "He won't go" by Adele! :)

Chapter Five: Revelations.

It's been a long and exhausting trip, and I am eager to get home.

Well, that's not exactly right, I have mixed feelings about arriving back home in district four. On the one hand, I want to get far, far away from the capitol. But on the other hand, I don't want to have to face the people I care about after what happened before I left.

Knowing Annie, for the past two weeks she has been crying and feeling like the fight was her fault which will make her feel horribly guilty. She will be planning on how to apologize the minute I get back, which kills me knowing that I am purposely putting her through all this. How could Bruce have asked this of me? Did he realise just how much Annie and I need each other? I can't live the best life I can if it's going to be like this.

My thoughts are interrupted as the capitol girl with bubblegum pink eyes and purple butterfly tattoos all over her neck waves her hand in front of my face.

"Hello? Is anyone home?"

She says with a high-pitched giggle. She's actually more a woman than a girl, I think she's around twenty.

"Sorry, I was rather hypnotized by your lovely tattoos."

I say with a seductive purr. She lets out another high-pitched giggle, and pulls all of her pink hair out of the way so that her neck is more visible.

"You like them?"

I nod, replying in a low voice.

"Very much."

She bats her eyelashes and giggles once again. Oh great, I got another giggler. The car we are in stops, and she straightens up from leaning on me, and stops playing with my hair so she can clap her hands together.

"Ooh! We're here!"

I get out of the car and open her door for her. She steps onto the street in her ridiculous shoes, and takes my offered arm.

"Such a gentleman!"

She squeaks, and yes another round of giggles. I lead her to the front door, and soon we are in the elevator shooting up to my penthouse. I've unfortunately forgotten her name, but I think of a clever way to find out.

"So do you have any nicknames?"

She thinks for a minute, then shakes her head."No, everyone just calls me Hillie!"

She turns to me, and starts playing with my tie.

"What about you handsome? Do you have any nicknames?"

I smile as I imagine Annie's voice laughing after I've done something ridiculous. "Oh Finn, do you do things like that just to make me laugh?" I look down at Hillie, and shake my head.

"No, I don't have any. I guess people just like my full name."

She pulls on my tie, bringing me closer to her.

"Finnick're right, it's an absolutely amazing name! Who needs a nickname when you can be Finnick Odair?"

I laugh as if her joke was terribly funny. Just than the elevator stops, and the doors open.

"Here we are."

Hillie leaves off strangling me with my tie, and runs out into the penthouse.

"Ooh! It's so fancy!"

I follow her out into the enormous entrance room. I have to admit it is very grand. The main room is about the size of a football field, filled with couches, lounges and chairs of all different shapes, sizes and colors. Off to one side is a mini bar adjoined to the kitchen, on the other side is large double doors leading to the giant bedroom and master bathroom. The outside wall is made entirely out of glass, giving us a marvelous view of the setting sun and the capitol.

I picture the sun going down in district four instead, slowly sinking into the ocean, bathing the district and ocean in rich colors of orange, pink and red. Real colors, unlike the artificial colors of the capitol.

Hillie has finished dashing around examining everything in sight, and walks over to me.

"It's so lovely! I'm glad we came back here instead of going to my place!"

I brush my fingertips down her cheek, smiling as I reply.

"Only the best for you Hillie."

She blushes, and for the billionth time, starts giggling. I think I'm going to have that sound permanently stuck in my ears.

"Oh you're such a flirt!"

I just grin, and walk over to the bar.

"Do you want a drink?"

She trails after me, and hops onto a bar stool.

"Well sure!"

I pour us a couple glasses of some strange pink syrupy liquid. I don't know what it's called, but I've had it before and it's pretty good.

"Ooh! It's my favorite color!"

Hillie says as she takes the glass. I smile, and take a sip of my drink. I've learned if you can get them to start drinking, a lot of times they will get drunk and then they pass out. Waking up with no memory of the night before. I find this is the easiest way to deal with them. Get them drunk, they pass out, you put them to bed, and then go to sleep. In the morning they think something happened that didn't and voila, we're both happy.

unfortunately some women don't drink, and so I'm left with the full "job" requirements. But a good majority of the women do drink, so I find that once in a while is a lot better than what I was doing before.

"It tastes like rainbows!"

Hillie says, and I smile. Could she already be getting a little tipsy? Or is she just idiotic all the time. I wasn't really paying attention to her during the party.

To my surprise, the president actually did have an interview set up for me, and then of course there were tons of parties I had to go to. But at least I have a cover story now.

"Could you pour me a little more?"

She says, offering her glass. I fill it and she smiles.

"Thank you!"

She quickly drinks this down, and then hops off the bar stool, staggers, almost falls and then gets her balance.

"Woah, careful."

I say as she sways, and almost falls again. I put an arm around her shoulders, and lead her to one of the couches. A large fluffy yellow one that almost swallows you. She plops down on it, and giggles. Then she grabs onto my tie, and pulls me down next to her.

"You could probably walk better if you didn't have those shoes on."

I say as she starts playing with my hair again. She grins and puts both legs up onto my lap.

"Can you take them off for me?"

The crazy dress she has on only reaches mid thigh, leaving almost all of her leg bare. I detach her fingers from my hair, and attempt to get her shoes off.

They are incredibly high heels, with about a thousand straps that attach the heel to the foot. Eventually I figure them out, thinking of it like a net that I have to unravel. Once I figured the first one out, the second was off in a matter of seconds. I turn back to Hillie and she's smiling.

"Wow you're good at that, it takes me almost an hour to get them on!"

Why would anyone spend an hour to get a stupid looking pair of shoes on? Annie usually doesn't wear shoes, only when she's going out. Hillie runs her hands up my chest and around my neck, then she leans forward and kisses me.

Great, maybe I didn't get her drunk enough. I break the kiss, and ask.

"Do you want another drink?"

She thinks for a minute, and shakes her head.

"No I like this better."

She says with a giggle, and kisses me again. I break the kiss again.

"Are you sure? Because I have all different kinds of drinks, we could try all of them."

She sighs, and leans back on the couch.

"What's the matter? You don't think I'm pretty?"

Great, I have to keep her happy, otherwise the president will hear about it and he won't be pleased.

"No I think you're beautiful, I'm just not really in the mood I guess."

I hate myself for being afraid of the president, but I am. I'm terrified that he'll hurt Annie, and I know if I don't make him happy he will. How did he find out my secret anyway? Bruce and I were so careful to keep it a secret. But somehow he found out. Could it be the doctor that rescued me from the arena? Mags said she hadn't ever seen her again. Maybe the president questioned everyone who was on Bruce's recovery team. I'm sure he has ways to make people talk. Of course the secret was useless now, even if he did release the information to the public, it would only make me more popular, and it grants the president nothing. He's all about self preservation and advancement, if something isn't helpful to him, then he doesn't care about it.

Bruce had told me to find something against him, but how can I? What could I possibly hold against the president?

"Well what get's you in the mood?"

Hillie asks suddenly, breaking me out of my thoughts. I don't have any secrets from the president anymore...secrets.

"Hey your father is a friend of the presidents right?"

She looks a little confused.

"Yeah, they are like super close. Why?"

I smile, and bring my voice back to a seductive purr.

"Tell me a secret."

She frowns.


I lean forward and give her a kiss.

"A secret, something no one is supposed to know."

She thinks for a minute.

"A secret? Like what?"

I give her another kiss.

"Something you might know about the president, or something about your father."

She concentrates.

"Hmmm...oh I know!"

She leans forward and lowers her voice.

"My mother, used to 'visit' the president before she married my dad, if you know what I mean, and she said that he keeps a special book in his dresser. One time when he wasn't looking, she took a peek inside the book."

I lean a little closer so our lips are almost touching, and whisper.

"What was in the book?"

Hillie has her pink eyes open wide.

"It was full of names."

I frown.

"What kind of names?"

She shrugs.

"My mother said she only recognised a few, but they were all names of people high up in power but the funny thing is, the names of the people he had in there, they're all dead!"

I raise my eyebrows in surprise.


She nods.

"People say, he killed his way into power, and after he kills someone he drinks their blood out of a skull! And he tries to cover up the smell of blood by raising all those perfumed roses."

So the president keeps a book in his room full with names of high ranking capitol citizens? Very suspicious.

"You know I haven't got to see the bedroom yet."

Hillie says with yet more giggles. Apparently I miss guessed her alcohol dosage.

"Do you want me to show it to you?"

I ask with a grin. She nods quickly, and I pick her up bridal style and walk to the bedroom. Oh well, it's my last night in the capitol anyway. To tell the truth I'm dreading going home more than I am of tonight

The next night I'm on the train, and I'm terrified of what I'm going to find when I get home.

The time seems to drag by so slowly, and every second I'm thinking about Annie. Everything reminds me of her, and it's torture because the last time I saw her I made her cry, I broke her heart, and I can't tell her why.

My fingers obsessively trace the gold chain around my neck, toying with the golden trident hanging from it. I kept my promise to Annie and I haven't taken it off since she gave it to me at my reaping.

I can't push her away anymore, it's not worth it. She's in danger anyway, the president knows I care about her whether I spend time with her or not.

I won't arrive at district four until around midnight, so whatever apology I am going to splutter out is going to have to wait until tomorrow.

I decide to get some sleep while I can, and retire to my bedroom. Sleep however is pushed out of my mind as every memory of Annie start playing over and over in my head. The most frequently played is the pain in her eyes when I shouted at her, and the pleading and begging in her eyes when she asked me not to leave her. Right after I promised to always be there for her too. How could I have been such a jerk?

I sigh and decide to wander the train for a little while, in an attempt to distract my brain.

I eventually run into an avox who is polishing a glass table in one of the many lounges.

"Oh excuse me I didn't know you were cleaning..."

I say quickly, then I pause.

"I know you..."

The avox turns around, and looks surprised when they see me. It's a middle-aged woman with blonde hair and brown eyes.

It's the same woman who was on the train that took me to my games, and the train that took me home from my first trip to the capitol. Why do I keep running into her? If I didn't know any better I would think it was intentional. Is it?

"Who are you?"

She looks sad and shakes her head.

"Why are you always on my trains?"

Knowing the president, she keeps getting assigned my trains for a reason, and most likely the reason is to punish her more than she already is.

She shakes her head again. I look around, and seeing no one, I hand her a piece of paper and a pen.

"Can you write?"

She nods.

"What's you name?"

She writes something quickly on the paper, looking around nervously. She shows me the paper.


"Hi Julia, do you know who I am?"

She nods.

"Why are you a avox?"

She hesitates, but then starts writing quickly.

I disobeyed orders.

"What kind of orders?"

I was told not to do something, and I did it anyway.

"What was it?"

She pauses, and I ask a less dangerous question.

"What kind of job was it?"

I was a doctors assistant.

What that's ridiculous.

"What was the job that you did wrong?"

She pauses, then slowly begins writing.

I was on a retrieval mission when I was very young, we were supposed to pick up just the victor from the arena, but I couldn't just leave him in that horrible place.

It is true...but how?

"You took a little baby boy out of the arena didn't you? You gave him to Mags, in secret."

She opens her eyes wide, looking scared and confused. I take the piece of paper from her, and simply write.

You saved my life.

She reads what I wrote, and looks up with shock. She points to me questioningly, and I nod.

"Thank you."

Tears fill in her eyes, and she takes the paper and quickly writes.

It's worth it now, knowing that you were the baby.

She means it's worth becoming an avox and losing her life, she thinks that it's was worth losing everything, just because she knows I'm safe. I can't help but give her a hug, and she smiles.


"Thank you."

She nods, and then motions me to leave. I end up going back to my bedroom, and just sitting on the bed thinking.

What are the odds? Well actually it wasn't odds, the president knew the truth, and he was punishing her further. Or so he thought, but instead of looking at me as the cause of her condition, she was overjoyed that I was alright.

I doze off, and am woken by Julia.

"Are we here?"

She nods, and I smile.

"I'll see you around I guess."

She nods again, and I quickly leave the train. Once my feet touch the street, I run for the beach, never slowing down and never looking back. In about half an hour, I am walking up the large dune to my special place. I haven't been here in quite some time, and I wonder if it's still there.

being here brings back floods of fresh memories of long days on the beach with Annie. It's painful to think about, because the whole time in the back of my mind is the last time we were together.

I make it to the top, and stop as I see Annie laying asleep on the hammock. I remain frozen, it's like looking in the past, and time seems to stop. I don't know how long I stand like that, but I can't bear the thought of waking her. She is sleeping peacefully, dreaming blissfully. How can I wake her when I'm the one who caused her pain?

Time continues to drag by, and it seems like years later when Annie stirs. I stiffen as she rolls over and opens her eyes. She half sits up, and looks confused.

"Finn? I still dreaming?"

I find that my throat is tight, and I can't say anything. She sits up, and a tear falls from her eye.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you angry...I'll never ask you anything again."

She sobs, and my heart breaks to move, to talk or something. But I remain still.

"I...want you home...I can't handle being hurts when you're not here."

Tears build and fall out of my eyes.

"Finn...I need could you leave me?..."

All the pain and guilt I've been feeling for the past two weeks build inside me until it comes out in a single word.


She gasps, and rubs her eyes.


She drops her feet to the sand, runs, and flings her arms around my ribs. She presses her face in my chest and sobs.


I wrap my arms tightly around her, and bury my face in her hair. I whisper into her ear.

"I'm here Annie...I'm so so sorry...I didn't mean to..."

Her shoulders shake as she sobs.

"It's okay Finn."

We stay like that for a while, just holding each other, and it feels like the piece of me that's been missing for the past two weeks is back.

"I've waited here every night for you to come home...but I didn't think you would want to see me."

I hold her tighter, and shake my head.

"I will always want to see and be with you Annie. I need you too."

She sniffs loudly.

"I got snot all over your shirt...sorry."

There's a moment's pause, then we both burst out laughing. It feels so good to laugh, and it's even better to hear Annie laugh again.

"I never want to fight with you again."

She says.

"We will fight again. But the great thing about us is that we never really mean what we say, and no matter how bad the fight we always make up."

Annie looks up at me.

"Please don't go anywhere for a while."

I smile, and brush the hair out of her face.

"I won't go anywhere."

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