Addison whimpered in pain as she tried to detangle her hair from some sharp thorns. She thought she had heard someone following her so began running blindly towards shelter; and straight into a thorn bush. She clenched her teeth and pulled, red strands of hair tearing until she was finally freed.

She hated this place. She hated the endless amount of bugs that seemed to be crawling everywhere. She hated the way the slightest rustle made her jump ten feet into the air. She hated the thought of having to eat something that wasn't from a supermarket. But most of all, she hated Derek Shepherd.

When they had been reaped, she had been extremely optimistic. They could team up together and have each other's backs and hopefully have a shot at winning this thing. That was the idea Addison had in her head for the first week of training, and he seemed to be going along with the plan. Until she asked him to be in an alliance a few days into their training and he had looked at her like she was insane, claiming he couldn't trust her.

Addison sat down against a tree trunk with a huff. They had dated for two years and a slight mishap with another man had resulted in him leaving her for dead. Well, a few other men. But that wasn't the point. It's not like she would have betrayed him in here; no one else wanted her on their team anyway.

The Capitol's anthem rang around her and Addison looked up. Six photos appeared in the sky with small lists beneath them. They read:

Name: Ben Warren

Age: 19

District: 5

Killed by: Erica Hahn

Name: Richard Webber

Age: 21

District: 6

Killed by: Alex Karev

Name: Charles Percy

Age: 17

District: 10

Killed by: Gary Clark

Name: April Kepner

Age: 20

District: 11

Killed by: Tracker Jackers

Name: Shane Ross

Age: 19

District: 12

Killed by: Alex Karev

Name: Lauren Boswell

Age: 18

District: 13

Killed by: Callie Torres

The anthem finished and the pictures disappeared to be replaced by the dark sighed and laid her head back against the tree. Alex Karev had murdered two people already? Addison hadn't picked him to be such a ruthless killer. In training he had always been hanging out with Arizona or trying to run away from Jo, never really focusing on the attacking aspect of their sessions. People had been saying it for weeks that the Games changed people but she never really believed them until now. Suddenly, she was feeling extremely vulnerable.

The first thing they had been taught in survival training was to find a safe place to hide. She had no items or weapons and so that was her only option; hiding. She stood up slowly, dusting the leaves off her pants and turned to face the tree. There was no way she was sleeping in some dirty cave with all its bugs and dampness so the only option she had was to live in the branches like some kind of bird.

Addison reached up, feeling for a knot and heaving herself up. She began climbing slowly, reaching for a rather thin looking branch to hang her weight on. It snapped instantly and she fell to the ground, yelling out in pain as he back slammed against the hard mud beneath her.

After a few moments of cursing and muttering she stood tenderly, rubbing her lower back and walking gingerly towards a nearby cave. Looks like I'm camping with the bugs after all, she thought. She was pissed off and over being in this ridiculous arena.

"Fuck you, Derek. This is all your fucking fault," she hissed to herself as she entered the cave. "McDreamy? More like McDouchey. I hate you and your stupidnickname and now I feel like McDonalds, asshole." She huffed as she sat down and buried her face into her knees.

"Um, occupied?"

Addison snapped her head up to see Jackson sitting on the other side of the cave, face white as paper and his t-shirt tied around his thigh. It was soaked in blood and he was holding what looked like wasps in his hand. He made no attempt to move toward his sword but Addison was still wary.

"Sorry," she said "Didn't see you there."

"Yeah. You're going to kill me then?" he replied. Addison shook her head and slumped against the wall.

"With what? I don't have a weapon unless you'd like to give me that sword of yours. I was thinking we could share this cave instead? You can't really say no since you look like you can barely walk."

Jackson let out a small laugh and nodded. He grabbed one of the wasps out of his hand and pushed the stinger into his bloodied thigh. Addison stared at him quizzically as he closed his eyes for a few minutes. Eventually he opened them, a dopey grin plastered across his face. He held one out to Addison.

"Tracker Jackers," Jackson said. "I stumbled across the Kepner girl absolutely covered in them. I waited until the swarm disappeared and pulled a few from her corpse. Some of them still have enough hallucinogenic material left in the stingers to dull the pain in my leg for a while. Want to try?"

"But I'm not in pain."

"That doesn't matter. You'll love it, trust me. It's like doing drugs without all the negative side effects and if you only use one the buzz wears off after a few hours. Go on."

Addison hesitated for a few seconds before reaching out and taking one. Jackson nodded encouragingly as she pushed the stinger into her arm, hissing as she felt the acid start to spread through her system. She felt nothing and turned to Jackson to ask what that had really been when her mind started to cloud and she forgot what she wanted to say. She was at peace with the world and life was great. Why had she been so worried before? She loved this cave; it was so dark and mysterious. She felt the seconds tick by, or was it hours? Jackson turned to her, smiling lazily.

"You're so pretty, how could Shepherd resist you?"

"For one and a half years he couldn't," she replied, drooling slightly. "We had sex every day and it was just so fantastic. But then he went all stupid and said he wasn't interested in sex anymore, that he wanted to abstain from it. So, I found it in other places, which was a horrible thing to do, but holy shit I was horny. Then at the party the other night he was getting it on with Meredith in the bathroom, so I guess it was just me he wasn't interested in."

"Well then he is an idiot."

"I'm not sleeping with you."

"Ah well, it was worth a shot."

Addison laughed as Jackson winked cheekily. The Tracker Jacker's venom was really starting to take its toll on her now; she could see a fairy buzzing silently around her head and a beetle on the wall was giving her a funny look.

"I know this is none of my business, but I'm so high right now so I don't really care. Are you Harper Avery's grandson? The guy who won the 42nd Hunger Games by killing every tribute single handedly?" Addison asked. Jackson didn't reply immediately. He scratched his chin and frowned as his brain slowly processed his answer.

"Yeah, I am," he finally said. "He was so excited when I got reaped; said I could carry on the great Avery tradition. And instead, I got slashed by the youngest kid here and now I'm dying. There was a lot of expectation on me, you know? I didn't ask for any of it, my family are gonna be pissed."

"Do you reckon they have McDonalds in hell?"

Jackson looked at Addison incredulously before bursting into laughter. This girl was alright.

"I have no idea. You don't think you're going to heaven?"

"Nah, I don't pray. Also, I created a group in high school called the 'Pretty Committee' and we walked around judging people on their looks."

"That's doesn't mean you're going to hell. It just means you're kind of a bitch."

Addison looked at Jackson and burst into laughter. She couldn't stop herself, loud racking sobs taking over her body and Jackson soon joined in. They laughed for what could have been hours until Jackson sat up, clutching his stomach and choking out.

"Ask her if she knows about the McDonalds thing."

"Ask who?"

"The girl standing in the entrance."

"I think you're hallucinating Avery because I can't see anyon-"

Addison's eyes adjusted to the light coming in from the entrance to see Erica standing there, a smirk on her face. She unsheathed her sword and walked slowly towards them. Addison sighed and turned back to Jackson.

"I'm going to be pissed if they only have Burger King," she said. He opened his mouth to reply, the words never leaving his throat as Erica swung.

Boom! Boom!

Derek jerked awake from his nap and looked into the sky. Jackson and Addison's face's appeared in the clouds and his stomach dropped. Addison was dead. He couldn't help but feel guilty. He had been adamant not to team up with her since she had broken his heart and now she was dead. Derek swallowed and untied the rope that was securing him to the branch he was sleeping on.

He knew she didn't stand a chance in here but he didn't realize she would die on the first night. She may have been a cheating whore but she was still his friend. They had had good times together; laughing and teasing each other like old friends did. But there was always the underlying resentment he held toward her for cheating on him. Sure, he had been absent from their relationship at times but he had never stopped loving her until months after they broke up. And now she was dead.

Derek jumped to the ground, rolling forward to absorb the impact. He had to find Callie. He had to know if he stood a chance in here; if Addison's death was in vain. He had heard that her alliance was planning on camping in the Cornucopia so he began walking down the hill. It would take him at least two hours to get back to the field but he didn't mind. He liked how peaceful it was in the forest at night; it would have been about 8pm and so he doubted he would come across any other tributes.

Derek had been walking half an hour when he heard voices ahead. He ducked quickly into a leafy bush and squinted. Callie came storming out of a cave that was hidden by piled up branches. Derek couldn't believe his luck; she had basically walked right out to meet him. Mark came running out after her, completely naked.

"Torres, wait!" Mark yelled. He made no attempt to cover himself as he chased after her. She spun around, a furious expression on her face and pointed her finger at him.

"No, Mark, okay! It's the first night for goodness sake and I've walked in on you two doing it three times! Three times! Shouldn't you be saving your energy or something? Surely that's not healthy, I'm sick of it!"

"We have urges, it's natural."

"No it's not! If I walk in on you two one more time I swear I'll leave the alliance."

"Fine, it won't happen again. Why don't you go hunting or something? Be gone at least an hour and there won't be a problem."

"I hate you so much." Callie stalked off, fists balled in anger. Mark shrugged and walked back to the cave, where Lexie was peeking out. She grinned as he approached and he scooped her up before disappearing into the darkness. Derek ducked down and followed the path Callie had taken, keeping low and unsheathing his sword. He found her sitting against a tree, eyes closed and mumbling incoherently to herself.

"Can I come any closer or will some lightning strike me down?"

Callie's eyes flew open and she scrambled to her feet. She made no attempt to draw her weapon but glared at Derek.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Shepherd. Go away."

"No, I want answers."

"I don't owe you anything."

"You're right, you don't. But I still want you to talk. I'm happy to spill all the things I know right out here in the open, I'm pretty sure I'm a dead man walking anyway."

A low growling sound came from somewhere to his left. Callie glanced nervously towards the noise and then sighed. She beckoned for him to follow her and they trudged uphill. They walked for twenty minutes, neither speaking until they reached a shallow cave. Callie ducked into it and Derek followed. She ran her hands along the walls, stopping when she felt a camera and smashed it with the hilt of her sword. Derek sheathed his sword and crossed his arms as Callie turned to face him.

"What do you think you know?" she said nonchalantly. Derek took a deep breath.

"You've been receiving special treatment the whole time we've been here. I couldn't figure out why until something clicked when you were on the phone to him."

Callie shifted slightly but didn't speak.

"You're father," Derek continued, "is Carlos Torres."

She hesitated, and then nodded.

"Owner of C.T Enterprises and basically every business that runs out of the Capitol."

Another nod. Derek took a deep breath.

"And," he said, his heart sinking, "The Game Maker for this year's Hunger Games."

She stared at her feet. Derek felt like his heart was a lump of lead.

"That's why Stark backed down whenever you mentioned him. That's why you freaked out when he threatened to tell your Dad about Arizona. You knew if he found out, he would send something to kill her as soon as she entered the arena."

Callie nodded, tears in her eyes.

"Is that the reason why she isn't it an alliance with you?"

Callie shook her head, thinking back to the night of the Last Chance ball.

"Oh my God, you are so fucking infuriating!" Callie yelled. She was having a fight with Arizona, who wasn't getting it through her skull that Callie wasn't into Mark. She saw someone leaving the balcony to go back inside out of the corner of her eye and sighed.

"Look Arizona, it's not private out her. Come into my room and we can talk about this properly."

Arizona looked at her sceptically but Callie walked passed her, grabbing her hand and tugging her along behind her. She had forgotten how drunk she was and walked straight into the glass wall thinking it was the open door. Arizona let out a small giggle and Callie threw her a look of mock embarrassment. They entered her room and Arizona shut the door behind them.

"Why won't you believe me that I'm not into Mark?" Callie asked.

"You've barely spoken to me all week after that night in the kitchen and you've been hanging around Mark every second of the day."

"Because he's my best friend!"

"And," Arizona continued like she hadn't heard the interruption, "When he came storming over to me the other day demanding I give him Airwillow, you backed him up! I told you I had run out of it and you begged me like some girlfriend to give him some."

"Because I was scared for him. And you told me you knew how to make the stuff but you obviously jut couldn't be bothered making it for him."

"I don't have all the ingredients here! And see, here you are backing him up again! Be on my side, Callie!"

"I barely know you Arizona!"

"Because you've been avoiding me all week. Give me a chance, get to know me."

Callie heard the desperation in Arizona's voice and met her eyes. They had tears in them and Callie pounced. She pushed Arizona against the wall, kissing her furiously as alcohol clouded her brain. Arizona responded by kissing her back harder, flipping them around so her hips were pushing against Callie's. She pulled Callie's dress up over her hips, burying her hand into her underwear. Callie moaned and her eyes closed instinctively as fingers entered her and she felt teeth on her neck. A hot wave of pleasure rushed through her and she moaned again as Arizona's lips came crashing against hers.

"Oh my God!"

Callie's eyes snapped open and she saw Bailey in the doorway.

"What the hel- Bailey, get out!" she screeched.

"I am so, so sorry," Bailey replied quickly as she covered her eyes, "I just- key card! I need the key card!"

"On the table by the door," Callie yelled, "Take it and get out!"

Bailey spun around, grabbing the key card from the desk before slamming the door behind her. Arizona looked at Callie and burst into laughter. She watched as tears of mirth filled those gorgeous blue eyes and she couldn't help but laugh too. She wasn't sure whether it was her conscience or the alcohol that made her blurt out the words.

"Be in my alliance."

Arizona stopped laughing and looked at her seriously. She didn't speak and Callie felt herself start to go red.

"I'm already in an alliance," she finally said.

"I know," Callie said quickly, "but I'm saying to leave them and join us. We're stronger and it means that we can, you know, be together."

"Callie, I don't know. You said it yourself, there's only one female winner and it could be risky. Mark and I don't exactly get along."

"He'll understand. We agreed we could add one person each to the team, he picked Lexie and I'm picking you."

"So, I should be honored?"

"What? No, I'm not saying that. It means that I could protect you out there Arizona, you would be safe with me."

"You don't think I can look after myself out there? I grew up with the name Arizona; I know how to play dirty."

"That's not what I meant. You'll just be safer with me, nothing bad will happen."

"Because I'm such a princess that I couldn't fight off some big bad wolf?"

"No, you're not listening to me!"

This was not going the way Callie had planned. She expected Arizona to say yes immediately, for them to kiss on it. Instead, she was fighting her at every turn. They were standing feet apart now, an air of hostility now between them.

"You're being stupid Arizona. I'm not calling you weak or vulnerable; I'm just saying you'll last a lot longer if you stick with me."

"So you are saying I don't stand a chance without you? Bit arrogant don't you think?"

"I'm not saying that!"

"Yeah, well, a little bit, you are."

"No! I just-there are things that will happen in the arena to other tributes that won't happen to me."

"Like what?"

"I-I can't say."

Arizona rolled her eyes dramatically and clenched her teeth as she spoke. Callie spoke hurriedly, realizing this situation was getting out of control.

"Arizona, my Dad-"

"No, Callie! Stop hiding behind your father! Stand up for yourself for fucks sake! You're your own person yet you let him rule your life like a puppeteer. Go into the arena on your own ability, stop letting your daddy shoulder all of your responsibilities."

"What? He doesn't! You don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah, 'cause you won't tell me. You know what? You were right. We're not good for each other. I have no idea who your father is and I don't think I want to know. Good luck in there; though I have a feeling you don't need it."

Arizona strode towards the door, flinging it open and storming out. Callie chased after her, desperate to repair this situation that had spiralled so suddenly out of control.

"Arizona, wai-"

And then she saw Stark.

"She isn't in an alliance with me because she didn't want to be," Callie replied. Derek nodded his head, not wanting to pry into her personal life even more.

"So I'm guessing this is why you and Sloan have been so nice to everyone? I thought it was strange that tributes from Two were being so friendly but just figured you guys were good people. I should have known better," he spat.

"That wasn't an act; it's who we really are."

"So you didn't host the Last Chance party because you felt guilty about all your friends going into the arena with no chance?"

"No, we hosted it because everyone needed to have some fun. Plus, the boys do have a chance."

Derek looked at her quizzically.

"But Sloan-?"

"My Dad made no promise to protect him. He came with me because he didn't want me to be lonely, not because he was promised victory."

Derek felt his heart lighten slightly. He had been sure Mark would also receive Mr Torres' special treatment, but he guessed protecting them both would start to look suspicious to the viewers.

"Nobody else knows," Callie added after a few moments. "Only Mark, the President and now you. I tried to tell Arizona but, well, she didn't want to hear it."

"So what you're saying," Derek said slowly, "is that you're destined to be the female winner."

Callie held his eye and nodded.

A/N: Well there we have it, our female winner! Or do we… Please let me know what you think and review!