Victor. Mentor. Survivor.

Lean on me || THG au

“It’s tomorrow after breakfast.” She knew he would be upset by that. “I don’t mind, but I’m not sure if Coin would like that.” She pursed her lips and thought, ‘Not that I care about Coin.’

“Oh that bitch made sure I couldn’t be there. I have a briefing to attend at that time,” Haymitch said and would have loved to kick something as anger was boiling inside of him.

“What do you plan to do, then?” She asked him, brown eyes focusing on him.

“I’ll need to play along. Coin will be at the briefing. You make sure they don’t mess with your daughter. If anything goes terribly wrong you go get me,” he said and sighed unhappily as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“Hmm… I may be able to do something about that.” She then lowered her voice. “I’ll convience her to do the test after lunch, so she can be there to observe. Assuming you don’t have any plans after lunch, you can join me.”

“After lunch I’m free as far as I know now,” he said and nodded his head. “Would be good if you actually manage that. I don’t trust that woman with my girl.... uh.. well... your girl.”

“Sweetheart I want you below me in a very different situation but that won’t happen. You are not as clever as you think and not as pretty as you wish to be. So don’t come playing a game you can’t handle. Because in the end, I’m not the insecure one. I know my limits and what I can do,” he said with a small smirk on his lips.

“If you really must know, this is my fourth degree,” she said, still standing her ground. “Masters in psychology and mathematics, and a PhD in Architecture. So don’t tell me I’m not as ‘clever’ as I think I am. I don’t have to think it. I know it. I just think you’re threatened by a woman coming into your role.”

Haymitch laughted straight to her face. “You are not scaring me, sweetheart. You obviously can’t find your place in life. This job is my passion. It might kill me one day but so be it.”

“Yeah? Don’t wanna hear the truth, hu? Fine, not my problem as long as you are done weeping over that idiot,” he answered and shrugged his shoulders.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” she hissed, stepping right up to him and glaring up at him. There was mere centimetres between them now. “You walk around this place like you own it. You are the most arrogant piece of shit I have ever laid eyes on.”

“Do you even own a mirror?” She fired back, her fingers brushing the mess of stubble on his cheek. “You come in here every day looking like you just crawled out of a back alley. And then there’s the smell of alcohol on your breath.”

Even with the anger that was building, her touch felt like fire on his skin and he wasn’t sure if it was distructive or hot.  “Sorry I’m not fitting into the hollywood type of a hot doctor. I prefer being clever instead of looking like a pampered, rich asshole,” he snapped back, barely hiding the growl in his face.

“Yeah? Don’t wanna hear the truth, hu? Fine, not my problem as long as you are done weeping over that idiot,” he answered and shrugged his shoulders.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” she hissed, stepping right up to him and glaring up at him. There was mere centimetres between them now. “You walk around this place like you own it. You are the most arrogant piece of shit I have ever laid eyes on.”

“Yeah? Don’t wanna hear the truth, hu? Fine, not my problem as long as you are done weeping over that idiot,” he answered and shrugged his shoulders.

Sylvia&Haymitch

Haymitch chuckled at her antices and turned a bit on his side, pulling her closer when she was at his side. “You sound like our kid,” he smirked and captured her lips with his own. 

“Fuck,” he muttered and pulled back just in time. “See that’s what I mean. You are distracting me!”

“I am not distracting you,” she snapped. “I’m assisting you and you’re choosing to comment on me.”

“You are more than a pain in the ass today,” Haymitch grumbled and went on to cut the tumor out. 

She didn’t respond other than narrowing her eyes at him. Once the surgery was over and the patient was in recovery, they washed up and headed back to Haymitch’s office. Still, the scowl remained on Effie’s face.

Haymitch had more than enough. “What the fuck is wrong with you today, Trinket?? I’m so close from kicking your ass out for today,” Haymitch snapped at her.

“If you feel threatened, it’s not my problem, sweetheart. But you better spit it out or I really send you home, because you are in no state to work,” he answered back, not impressed by her stance.

“Fuck,” he muttered and pulled back just in time. “See that’s what I mean. You are distracting me!”

“I am not distracting you,” she snapped. “I’m assisting you and you’re choosing to comment on me.”

“You are more than a pain in the ass today,” Haymitch grumbled and went on to cut the tumor out. 

She didn’t respond other than narrowing her eyes at him. Once the surgery was over and the patient was in recovery, they washed up and headed back to Haymitch’s office. Still, the scowl remained on Effie’s face.

Haymitch had more than enough. “What the fuck is wrong with you today, Trinket?? I’m so close from kicking your ass out for today,” Haymitch snapped at her.

She looked up at Haymitch and gave a small smile. “Don’t ever doubt that I love you, Haymitch, please. I do. These past months have been really hard and I haven’t been the best wife I can be. I’m sorry.” Cashmere was legit afraid he would leave her because she wasn’t her normal self. 

“Shhhhh, no more word about that. You are the best wife I could have and it’s all good. I love you too, princess,” he told her. 

“Fuck,” he muttered and pulled back just in time. “See that’s what I mean. You are distracting me!”

“I am not distracting you,” she snapped. “I’m assisting you and you’re choosing to comment on me.”

“You are more than a pain in the ass today,” Haymitch grumbled and went on to cut the tumor out.