okay well this is more of a catching fire au honestly. and haha okay i was going to write a longer thing, but i never did and this is the beginning of what it wouldve been.. probably.
That was what Coulson had said, that she was supposed to make allies for when she went back into the area.
Except every time she thought of having an ally all Skye could see was the ones she’d already lost.
Miles his lips red with blood as he struggled to speak to her one last time, his dirty fingers grapping onto hers to keep her there to force her to watch as the last light faded from his eyes.
And then there was Ace, who nearly made it, she would have taken her own life so he could return to his family, but somebody has rigged the game, set bombs up under the ground, he hadn’t even known what hit him until it was too late, she remembers how he laughed looking over his shoulder to tell Skye that they’d almost made it, and then she remembered the explosion that ended it all.
No, she would not be making allies in this game.
She had told as much to the other victor – or well tribute now, from her district, but he had been too far gone on morphling to even care. The tragic curse of being a District Six victor that only Coulson and (technically) Skye had managed to avoid.
Her eyes flickered around the training center sizing the competition up.
This was different from last year, no longer was she surrounded by innocent kids, but instead her opponents were experienced killers.
Maybe actually getting started on her training instead of staring around at her opponents would be a better idea, she scans the room one last time for any part of the training center that is unused, but finds that most of the weapons areas are busy and the other things with hardly anybody there are the places that teach how to make shelter or start fires or other simple things like that.
Still, Skye ends up settling down at the station for tying knots since the only other person there seems very intent on the knot she’s working on and doesn’t even look up when Skye settles down into the seat opposite her.
She spends about five minutes working with the rope trying to tie in into something decent before she just about gives up and reasons that if she didn’t need to know how to tie a slip knot in the last games she probably won’t need to this time either.
Thoroughly discouraged she goes to toss the rope down, only to find soft almost delicate hands slipping over her own, leading her fingers into the right position to make the knot and then retreating.
Before Skye can properly thank her for the help, the other tribute speaks up in an almost anxious rush, “I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have- but you were just doing it so completely wrong.”
She’s flushing now, fingers gripping her own piece of rope tighter, but there’s a hint of a nervous smile there when she looks up at Skye, and Skye can’t help but be hit by the overwhelming realization that this woman is very beautiful.
“Thanks,” Skye offers, and that seems to be the right answer because she smiles back at her.
“You’re welcome, if you ever need help with other knots, just ask,” she nods once, before going back to her work.
For some reason Skye can’t just let the conversation end there, even if it would probably be for the best, instead she asks, “Aren’t you from District Three?
“Does that mean that I shouldn’t be able to tie knots?”