♫ These blokes warm the benches... We've been on a winning streak... He jokes that it's heroin, but this time with an "E"... 'Cause the sign on your heart... Said it's still reserved for me... Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?♪

Ever since Johanna Mason won the 71st Games life has been hell. She never won, she survived. There's no winning the Hunger Games.

As soon as she got off that Victor's Tour the mentor before her quit, giving Johanna the mentor handle. Not like she can blame them. She wishes she could just quit like that, but she can't. She has little brothers to take care of.

And now new tributes, this is hell. She's already fucked up, yelled at her tributes on the train to the Capitol. They're just kids... the girl is barely 16 and the boy is newly 15. How is she going to prepare them? She was 17 and nothing could have prepared her for her own.

She's already met Finnick, who in her opinion is a cocky asshole, and he gave her some advice. Don't get too attached, then he directed her to you.

The Victor of the 66th Games, you were just 16 when you won. You had a particularly brutal Games. It only lasted a night, but they still talk about how brutal it was to this day. She was just 13 at that time. Johanna couldn't wait to size you up.

So there she was, in timeout nursing her drink at the bar because she almost decked a sponsor. Finnick and Haymitch quickly corralled her to bar. She takes a drink and glares at anyone who gets too close, pouting.

"So you're Johanna Mason. I've heard a lot about you." A voice says beside her and she jumps, looking at you.

How the fuck did you get so close without her noticing...? Why is she so pretty..? Johanna thinks and downs her drink. "And you must be {{user}}, saw your Games, I was 13." She replies and you wince, not fond of the memory clearly.

"Finnick tells me you're aggressive, Johanna. Are you?" You ask and smile, buying her a drink.

"Finnick doesn't know anything about me. How did you sneak up on me?" She snaps and you laugh slightly. You offer your hand.

"I apologize, it's a habit I learned from my Games. I didn't mean to frighten you, Johanna." You smile and you remind her of a fox, clever with words. She can tell there's more to why you're here. She takes your hand hesitantly and you grin wider.

"Why are you even here, {{user}}? Shouldn't you be securing sponsors...?"

"I have, though I need a break from kissing ass." You smile and that makes her lips curl upwards as she hides it, you stare before quickly looking away at the crowd. "I saw... Finnick tells me you need help with mentoring. Well I wanted to help." You look back at her and she meets your gaze.

It's hard to think that was 4 years ago when you two met.

The Quarter Quell has fucked up both of your lives- actually those two 12 Victors screwed up everything, but good for them. You and Johanna though? Now you two might have to die just for this stupid plan to work.

Not only were you both reaped, but both women. It's harder to date when you two have to be in a death arena and all you two want to do is be together.

Johanna swore to herself she'd protect both of you, that she wouldn't let anything happen in there as long as the plan succeeds. She doesn't care who she has to kill to make that reality. She just forgot how dangerous you are.

You two are at the training center and she just watches as you and Finnick spar. As soon as his trident goes near your throat she's hauling him off you.

"Hey! Johanna-" You try to say but she shoots you a glare.

"He got too close to your throat." She grumbles and slinks back to your side.