Sorry its been a long wait since I uploaded (and sorry its so short again). I hope you enjoy anyway
A few hours had passed since they arrived, and the bombs were still raining down. Haymitch didn't have a clue what time it was, but he could tell it was late. It looked like they'd be spending the night in the bunker.
"You should try to sleep sweetheart." Haymitch said turning to look at Effie who was struggling to keep her eyes open.
"I don't intend on sleeping down here." She replied with a huff.
"Your choice." He said with a smirk.
"It's cold for one thing." She commented.
Haymitch sighed and threw her his jacket, causing her to look up.
"What's this?" She said surprised.
"A jacket." He mocked, his trademark smirk appearing.
"I know that." Effie replied, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes. The man was insufferable
"You said you were cold." He shrugged.
She turned and smiled at him. It was her genuine smile, not the one she used when she was an escort.
"Thank you." She said putting on the jacket.
They sat in silence for a few minutes as the rest of the people in the bunker seemed to settle down to sleep.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" Effie asked
Haymitch nodded in response. "Can we please get some sleep now, I'm knackered." He added
"Language." She chided him, barely suppressing a yawn.
Haymitch tugged on her arm until they were both lying on the small bed. She half heartedly glared at him for his behaviour before turning to lie on her side. He put his arms protectively around her waist. And she sighed contently and closed her eyes. She fell asleep quite quickly and soon enough he did too.
That night, Haymitch didn't wake once from his usual nightmares. He may not have his alcohol in 13 but he'd always have Effie.
