AN: Hello, hello, wow I am sorry I haven't updated in 2 years. How dare I. Well, I am going to finish the fic off, and if you actually cared for my terrible writing, you will get some closure.

Effie was woken up from her slumber around 3am. The sound of the list of curses being shouted, and the thumps that followed in-between, was what got her jumping out her bed, wig-less and fresh faced.

She followed the sounds, until she reached the suite, where a surprisingly sober victor, was swearing and jumping around like a lunatic, hopping every so often. She noticed that he was still wearing those pants.

Effie watched longer than was necessary, until she got the former victors attention. "Haymitch!," she whispered loudly, "What in the name of Panem do you think you are doing, at this hour?"

Haymitch, who was now growling out swear words and pulling at those pants, stopped when he heard her Capitol accent. He looked up at her, then down to his pants. "Well, I had to put the pants back on earlier, and...now I'm uh, stuck again."

Effie rolled her eyes at him and sighed.

"Can you-," Haymitch began to ask, but Effie began to walk away.

He bought those pants, and he can take them off himself.

"Please? The sooner these come off, Princess, the better," he said. Effie knew she would regret, the moment she walked over to him. He smiled at her.

"Ok, but no rude or clever comments, or I'm not helping you," she warned, giving him a 'I'm warning you' look. She gestured for him to sit on the couch. As she started on pulling of those damn pants, he began to notice her appearance.

Instead of one of her crazy stupid Capitol outfits, she was wearing a purple top with straps, and matching shorts. Her feet wear bare, and he noted the pink nails. He saw the blush on her face. Not covered with lots and lots of make up and eyelashes, but her actual natural skin. He could even see her eyelashes, that were blonde. Her eyebrows, were dyed really bright still, but everything else was Effie. Not Capitol Escort Effie. Just Effie.

Her hair was a blonde colour, as he remembered seeing earlier that day.

Effie looked up as she heard the sound of a gasp. "What's wrong?," she asked, concerned at Haymitch's wide eyed expression on his face. "Am I pulling to hard?"

"Uh, no no, just...you look, very different," he replied. "Haymitch!," she warned. "No, I am not messing about, Princess, you look, a good different." he said. He found her hand that was pulling at the leather pants, near his knee, and put his on hers. She looked down at his hand on hers, and back up. He was blushing. Haymitch Abernathy was blushing.

Maybe it was how close they already were, but Effie and Haymitch found themselves staring at each other longer than they should, then Haymitch leaned in hesitantly, and Effie leaned in a little too. He kissed her lips softly, and his arms wrapped around her slowly, while she held her hand onto his neck. Effie leaned into the kiss, and started taking control of it, which left Haymitch surprised. Then he chuckled into the kiss, while Effie smiled as her hands were all over him, from his hair, to his shoulders, while his were on her back and waist.

When Peeta and Katniss woke up in the morning, not only were they surprised at how late the time was, but why their escort hadn't woken them at the crack of dawn, telling them they are a big big big day.

There answer was lying on the couch in the suite, as they walked in. They looked at their Escort and Mentor, who were both lying with each other on the couch, their arms wrapped around each other. "Peeta...," Katniss began to say, but he gesture for her to be quiet. The escort moved, and they waited for her to wake up, embarrassed at waking up not dressed, and in the arms of their mentor, but all she did was smile in her sleep and lean into Haymitch more.

AN: And thats that. Yeah, I havent written in a while, so it is not my best, but yeah. So that was the ending to that.