A/N: not as off as book canon since Effie will be in 13 in the movies but here's an AU, assuming canon is as presented in chapter 1
Mockingjay
AU Rescue
She hears his voice and calls his name when they come for Peeta. She believes the surprise in his eyes when he takes in her chopped nails, bloodshot eyes and cracked lips.
The journey to 13 is long and mostly silent. He combs his fingers through her short irregular strands. "I like your new hair style," he says.
Her eyes watery, she mechanically repeats: "It'll grow longer."
He doesn't give a damn about the lenght of her hair, he contents himself holding her tighter.
"I hate you," she whispers.
"I hate you more," he replies, lips brushing at her hairline.
AU Detention
As it turns out, Effie trades one cell for another, being charged with war crimes by the government in 13. It takes eleven days and Plutarch's help for Haymitch to be allowed a visit.
"I'm sorry for that," he says.
"It's better than before," she replies flatly.
He naively thought ignorance would have kept her safe. Life never prepared her for the starvation and torture she went through for information she never had.
"Don't get too comfy in here," he adds shifting his weight from one foot to another "I'm working on it."
"Thank you," she whispers while he leaves.
AU Pink 1
"What's that?" asks Katniss.
He frowns, shifts his eyes on the pink cloth wrapped around his arm annoyed. "A gift."
"For whom? A girl?" she teases.
Instead of answering he gulps down the remains of his meal and stands.
"She loves gold!" yells Katniss after him.
But pink will do.
AU Pink 2
When Finnick doesn't come back he makes a beeline to where a woman in a pink clad head is hanging clean sheets out to dry.
She lets him hold her for long before she wraps her arms around him as well, easing his trembling, whispering soothing words at his ear.
AU Unchanged
She blames him for the scars she wears, for the haunting nightmares that will never really leave her, for the death sentence hanging on her head, and now for allowing new Hunger Games.
Yet she stands at his left, chin up, smile on, and a vacant look in her eyes.
