Just because it's unlikely, doesn't mean it can't happen

A/N: Okay so ever since I've read the book I keep wondering why Seneca let Katniss win. The only logical reason I've come up with is yep, he liked her. So here we go the story of a game maker, a victor, and a…marriage?

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my own little story with Seneca and Katniss.

Chapter 1:

She couldn't believe it, she had missed the target. She hadn't even gotten close to hitting it. Not only was the fact that she missed made her upset, but that the game makers were no longer looking at her. Huffing she grabbed another arrow and took a deep breath. After counting to five she reopened her eyes, took another breath and let the arrow fly. It landed square in the middle of the targets chest. She looked up at the balcony to see if anyone had seen it. Once realizing they were all gathered around a pig that had a freaking apple in its mouth she lost it. She grabbed another arrow and aimed, smiling to herself when it knocked the apple right out the pig's mouth and pinned it to the wall. She must admit the shocked faces on the game maker's faces was priceless, but she loved the expression on Seneca Crane's face even more so.

"Thank you so very, very much." She said with as much sarcasm as she could muster. Putting the bows and arrows away she risked one last look up at the balcony, only to realize the head game maker's eyes had yet to leave her. She shuddered a little due to the intensity of his gaze. This reaction didn't go unnoticed by said man. He smirked a little before turning back to his pig. Fuming she stalked to the doors to the training center making sure to slam them as hard as she possibly could. Who the Hell does he think he is?! This isn't the first time she had pondered that question and she was sure it wouldn't be the last.

Effie and Haymitch kept going on and on about how much of a natural Peeta was and blah, blah, blah. Not even caring to fake reassure her that everything would be fine, that she hadn't totally ruined her chances in the games. Only Cinna seemed to notice his little ward was upset, he tried comforting her but it was short lived considering Effie shushed him once Flickerman came on. She didn't pay much attention until they got to Peeta. He scored 8 out of 12, Effie and Haymitch were ecstatic, and gushing over him.

"And know the girl who was on fire, Katniss Everdeen…11." Unbelievable, she had scored 11 out of 12. How had it happened, who was she kidding she didn't care at all. Cinna scooped her into a hug and twirled her around and she couldn't help but laugh at his child ness.

"I thought they hated me." Was all she could manage to get out. But on the inside she knew, she knew just by remembering the head game maker's face. She had left an impression, an impression she could certainly use to her advantage. She excused herself and left to get a bath, and change for bed. Once she was scrubbed flawless and she was dressed in a royal blue night dress she braided her hair back and climbed into bed. Sleep didn't come easy though because a certain blue eyed game maker kept making his way into her thoughts.

The next morning she would be training in the center. Peeta had requested that they be trained separately. Though he never actually said it Katniss knew it was because she had received a higher score than him from Seneca Crane. If nothing she had expected Glimmer from district one to get the highest score, as most of Panem did. Glimmer would be hard to forget but only because of her looks, and ruthlessness. Katniss hardly considered herself someone that stuck out, that was until she shot the apple from the pig.

Dressing in black sweatpants and a gray shirt she pulled her hair in a high ponytail and walked down to the breakfast table. Effie and Haymitch were already sitting down arguing about this and that. She was told Peeta would not be eating with them seeing as how his training wouldn't begin for another 3 hours so he wasn't up yet. Finishing her toast and orange juice she said goodbye to her mentor and escort before leaving for the center.

"Well if it isn't the tribute from district 12, the girl on fire, Ms. Katniss Everdeen." She turned around to see Seneca Crane standing right outside the doors, standing in a lounge like way eating an apple. Look anywhere but his mouth Katniss. She scolded herself, but no matter how often and how many time she said that she couldn't help herself.

"Can I help you Head Game maker Crane?" Making sure to put emphasis on his full title. He pushed himself off the wall and walked lazily over to her. He studied her for a minute before leaning in close, too close for her liking. She flinched away but not in disgust. He noticed and smirked at her before pulling away.

"You're the first tribute to earn an 11, just wanted to make sure you'll own up to your score." Her jaw dropped and her vision turned to read. He was implying that she wouldn't be able to survive this. Well game maker be damned she was going to win this and make his life pure Hell. She stepped closer much like he had done to her earlier, but was a little disappointed when he didn't flinch back but moved forwards with her. She was all too aware of her breath hitting her lips and how close they were.

"Oh I plan to Mr. Crane." With that said she turned on her heel and finished her walk to the center. Grabbing her bow and arrows she made sure the head game maker had taken his seat and was watching. And watching her he was, she made a clean cut though the target's shoulder and she smiled victoriously up at him. He simply raised an eyebrow in response and took a sip of his wine. She didn't miss the look of amusement in his eyes though. He enjoyed watching her, enjoyed a good show. And by God she was going to give him one to remember. Let's see if we can make this a bit more interesting shall we? Suddenly deciding it was 'too hot' for the sweatshirt she chucked it off knowing full well she was only left in her sports bra. After hearing a series of loud chocking and after shooting two arrows and hitting the target perfectly she looked up to see the head game maker staring at her in surprise. She gave an innocent look and shrugged her shoulders reaching for her sweatshirt and putting her bow and arrow back up. Oh yes this hold could be very helpful indeed in the games.