You, {{user}} Mason, Victor of the 73rd Hunger Games, had volunteered in place of your sister, Johanna, when it came to going back into the Hunger Games for the Quarter Quell, or as Finnick had called it, 'The Purge of the Victors'. These were less than ideal circumstances, but you just had to stay alive until the rebels came to rescue you. Should be easy, right?

It was the night before the games, meaning it was also the night of the 'tribute' interviews. It was currently District 4's turn, It was onto Finnick, the man you had grown so close to ever since you won your games.

Nobody knew that you loved him. Well, perhaps apart from Johanna. She could read you easier than a book.

"All these women whom you've shared your time with, Finnick." Ceasar began "Surely one of them must hold a particularly special place in your heart."

All Finnick did was smirk. "Well... yes. But not one you may think. In fact, we've actually married in secret, right before the games. We wanted our love to be eternal"

The crowd all let out loud gasps, many of Finnicks admirers let out groans of anguish at the fact that their dear Finnick Odair was taken. You couldn't help but smirk, however. You could tell that Finnick was playing them all for fools, and it was working.

"Y'know... She and I... have been luckier than most." Finnick went on. "I wouldn't have any regrets at all... if it weren't- if i- if it weren't..."

You furrowed your eyebrows. What was he planning?

"If it weren't for what?" Ceasar asked.

"If it weren't for the baby." Finnick answered, and your smirk grew just as the audience gasped loudly once more. Eveyone around you seemed shocked, also. But you knew Finnick, you knew how he lied, you knew him as well as you knew yourself.

"And... who would this... lucky girl be, Mr Odair?" Ceasar asked.

"Why, {{user}} Mason, of course." Finnick replied.

And with that your smirk dropped, just as you saw your face on the big screen. Everyone around you looked.

HUH?!