I do not own The Hunger Games, they belong to the genius that is Suzanne Collins. She is simply God given and I loved her Underlander chronicles~ May Suzanne Collins stay with us forever and write us awesome books for as long as time. But, I simply love Finnick and of course I love Katniss. And I love Finnick and Katniss, together. And there isn't as much Finnick/Katniss fanfiction as I'd like, so I got the urge to write this.

Chapter One

Finnick did not fall in love with Katniss at first sight. In fact, Finnick didn't even believe in love at first sight. He believed in lust at first sight, but considering that amount of lust his profession had "gifted" him with, he could last a lifetime without lusting for another woman.

To be honest, when Finnick first saw her, on the pale pink walls in a Capitol woman's bedroom, featured on a screen more than twice his size, he didn't even think she was all that beautiful. Scrawny was the first word that came to mind, seeing the blue dress, which hung limply off of her obviously malnourished body. Her collarbone was one of the most prominent features about her, however whereas normally a profound collarbone attracted him, hers was sticking out of her body unnaturally.

Finnick has associated with an abundance of gorgeous women over the years after he became a victor. Cashmere, the District 1 winner, was, without a doubt, beautiful with her long blonde hair and blue eyes. Even Johanna, who had cropped her hair down to a distastefully short length, had a wild and untamed beauty.

While her beauty didn't strike Finnick though, he was definitely interested in her strength. Even after he left the room, getting dressed in his designer clothes and kissing his latest customer on the forehead, he was left with the image of her eyes, shining with determination.

Katniss's face was plastered all over the Capitol, starting on the day she volunteered to save her sister. Even now, a repeating clip of her rushing on stage was played besides Caesar Flickerman, whose show was being played on one of the many skyscrapers in the Capitol.

"District Twelve's First Volunteer!" was seen in large letters on the bottom of the broadcast.

"Now look at the confidence in this young woman! She looks like a winner to me, folks! What do you guys think?" Caesar asked his audience, who all shouted in agreement.

"Winner," Finnick wondered. Whereas it was true that Katniss looked confident, standing on stage with her back straight, Finnick seriously doubted that she would last more than an hour in the Hunger Games. She was, after all, from District Twelve and with her weight, it looked like she couldn't handle a tap on the shoulder, much less trained Careers. Winner. Finnick didn't think anyone was a winner in the Hunger Games. If they weren't screwed up mentally, then they sure were emotionally. Look at him, smiling and charming and handsome on the outside, but broken on the inside.

Finnick spent the rest of his day swimming in the hotel's pool. Most of the time, mentors would be with their tributes during the train ride, but considering the amount of business Finnick had been getting lately, he was called to the Capitol a week before the reaping was even held.

The first time Finnick saw Katniss in person, he was entranced. There was no way that this girl, blazing with fire, was the same scrawny, dirty District Twelve Girl that he saw in the reaping. No, this girl was gorgeous with her eye-catching outfit and professionally done makeup. He smirked from the sidelines, clapping his hands with the rest of the audience. It would be a lie to say he wasn't impressed. Seeing her, clasping hands with her district partner, was the first time Finnick thought, although for a very brief moment, that maybe she had a tiny chance.

Quickly Finnick brushed that thought away when he caught sight of the District Two Boy glare heatedly at the girl who stole the show from him. The Boy was massive with arms that were even bigger than Brutus's. A little makeup and handholding wasn't going to stop this boy from snapping Twelve's neck in the Games. But still, the memory of the District Twelve Girl stuck into his head.

"Finnick!" A voice shouts, shaking out of his thinking. Putting on a charming smile, he turns towards to the owner of the voice, Johanna. She's leaning against the table where the rest of the mentors are eating their lunch, they're all waiting for the their tributes to finish training. "So, what do you think?"

"Sorry?" Finnick smirks cockily, resting his head on his palm. Johanna glares at him, mad at him for not even trying to hide his not listening to her.

She nods towards the screens that were plastered on the wall near the buffet. There are about ten of them side by side, each showing off a different section in the training room. "The District Twelve Girl. This "Girl On Fire." What do you think about her?"

Katniss is featured on the ending one, away from the action. She's crouched and trying to figure out how to make a snare.

"What about her? Ten bucks says the District One brute is gonna be the one to take her out," Finnick shrugs, turning back to his food. Just as he picks up his fork, Johanna slams her hands on the table, shaking the table and spilling his water all over. "Now, was that really necessary?"

"I think she's hiding something," Johanna leans down, saying it with complete seriousness. She glances back to the screen and narrows her eyes. "I don't trust her, you don't get muscles like that in District Twelve."

"What muscles!?" Finnick questions her, staring at Johanna as if she's crazy. "That girl has to weigh less than 90 pounds! Jo, I think you're seeing things." Johanna doesn't get mad this time, rolling her eyes before plopping down into the seat across from him.

"You're blind if you can't see the muscles in her biceps," Johanna explains and this time, as Finnick looks closely at the District Twelve Girl's arms, he could see the lean muscle that is barely there, but still present. Her arms aren't as toned as Enobaria, who has trained everyday of her life to become a victor, but slim and feminine like Cashmere's arms.

"Yeah that's what mining coal does to your arms, I guess," Finnick mutters. District Twelve was known for being poor and miserable, citizens in Twelve weren't allowed the same privileges he had growing up. He just figured that everyone there worked until they died.

Haymitch didn't really say anything to make him think otherwise. The middle-aged man was always staggering around, muttering sarcastic comments now and then before either sitting back down with a groan or passing out. Finnick didn't particularly like Haymitch, not like how liked Johanna and Mags. There was no possible way you could keep a conversation with the man, no matter how charming Finnick was.

"All of the District Twelve Girls I've seen before are skin and bones, no muscle whatsoever and this girl doesn't exactly look like a miner," Johanna explains again. "Look at her eyes, she's too alert to be a miner. Most girls from District Twelve would be crying their eyes out by now. She's determined and only confident people can be determined when they're going into the Games. She has some kind of skill." Johanna sighs, frustrated. "I really want to see her in action. Guess I'll just have to wait 'til the Games start though."

Finnick nods slowly, interested in Johanna's observation of the District Twelve Girl. They spend the rest of lunch complaining about their tributes for this year, who show no skill and very little potential.

The first time Finnick met The Girl On Fire, he was astounded. Shocked out of his mind and a little offended even, it never did show on his face though.

Swaggering over the new Capitol favorite, Finnick crunched heavily on one of the sugar cubes he grabbed from his room. Smirking sexily, he stopped right before her when he spotted her headed for the training room. Striking a pose, Finnick locked eyes with her, not saying a word for the first few seconds.

"What do you want, Odair?" The Girl On Fire says bluntly, not looking fazed at his attempt to swoon her. Briefly, Finnick frowns. Well, that was a reaction he wasn't expecting.

Not giving up, Finnick's lips turned up into a smile that would normally turn girls to goo. "Sugar cube?" Extending his hand out to her, he offers her said sweets. "I was hoping to introduce myself but since you obviously know who I am, guess that's out of the picture."

"No thanks," Katniss eyes his hand warily, as if she's expending the sugar cubes to be poisoned. "Is that all?" Finnick shrugs his shoulders, closing his hands around the sweets and popping another into his mouth. Chewing slowly, he looks at her strangely, as if he's thinking really hard of something.

"What about you, Girl on Fire? You don't want me to keep on calling you that, do you?" Finnick questions her, looking genuinely interested in her response.

"Katniss." It's all she replies with. Katniss knows who Finnick Odair is and she also knows that she would be a fool to trust him. Not only was he another District's mentor, but he was also known as a manwhore in District Twelve.

"Well Katniss, usually I don't do this, but you should be honored to go out to dinner with me tonight," Finnick winks at her. In response, Katniss narrows her eyes even further. Was that his way of asking a girl out? Well, it was absolutely terrible and Katniss would have no problem telling him that.

"Are you always so conceited? It's actually pretty sad… But, I'm busy, so if you'll excuse me," Katniss sneers, trying to step past him. Finnick's body blocks her when he chooses to step in front of her to stop her from leaving.

"Whoa there, Katniss! Not so fast," Finnick jokes. "Are you really in such a hurry to make bunny traps?" At first, Katniss looks confused and even fearful, before realization sets in.

"How do you know that!? You weren't in the training center! How do you know that!?" Katniss pushes him back, finding pleasure in his disgruntled face when he stumbles a little. She doesn't give him time to answer, though. "You've been spying on me! I bet you've been feeding information to your tributes, too! What else do you know!?"

"Oops," Finnick says, faking a scared face, as if he's been caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. "Should not have told you that. But hey, if you go out to dinner with me, I just might tell you how I found that out." Katniss has stopped pushing him by now, stepping away from him and giving him the nastiest look he's ever received in his life. It takes less than ten seconds, but the awkward silence Finnick is put through makes it feel as if he's been waiting days for a response. Just as he's about to open his mouth, she beats him to it.

"Whatever, Odair," Katniss spits out, side stepping him and walking down the hall.

"Is that a yes?" Finnick yells down after her, smirking at her smart mouthed reply. Feeling good with himself, Finnick strutted back to the elevator to return to his room. Wait… "I didn't tell her a time…"

My first ever Hunger Games fanfic. It's been a long time since I've read the books and so I kinda forget about Finnick's personality, except that he's cheeky. Actually, portraying characters from another book is a lot harder than making your own… I really hope I didn't make them OOC. Please Read and Review. Reviews tend to make me reply faster! :3