"Boys we've got to get going!" Mrs. Hudson called. I groaned, the last thing John needed were stylists and makeup and rubbish like that. But we broke apart, walking out into the living room where Mrs. Hudson and Molly waited. They were both wearing dresses for some reason, I didn't think it was totally necessary, we weren't going to be brought on stage, but I guess I should complain. There was nothing to complain about; actually, even for me it didn't seem right.

"So you'll go to the stylists, and then get interviewed by Caesar and then be crowned by Snow." Mrs. Hudson said excitedly.

"Oh great, I get to meet the evil behind this entire operation." John hissed.

"Well no one asked you to like it, just smile and pretend that you don't hate him." Molly decided. Joh rolled his eyes but nodded, what else was he supposed to do.

"What will Caesar ask?" he asked as we stepped into the elevator.

"Only stupid questions like how it feels, what were you thinking of in the games, what was your motivation." I assured.

"Don't worry about it too much, there are no wrong answers." Molly assured.

"And it's pretty much the same answers every year." I added.

"Oh, I can't believe it; this will be my third ceremony, three victors." Mrs. Hudson sighed happily. 

"Yes Mrs. Hudson, you picked good names apparently." Molly laughed. Mrs. Hudson smiled as if she had done anything but walk around and pick names out of bowls. The elevator dinged and we walked out, Molly leading us past the lobby and down to the train station. No one sat again; I just watched the lights speed through the dark tunnel until we docked at the stylist's station. When we stepped out we were, once again, flooded by paparazzi who actually thought we wanted to get our picture taken. Instead we kept our heads down and kept walking. The stylists were so happy to see John back alive; even though they barely knew him they all gave him individual hugs. He hugged them back sort of awkwardly, glaring at me from over their shoulders. I just smiled at him; it was actually quite funny to see him all awkward. Then they dragged him over to the hair and makeup, which didn't take all that long since he was a guy. This time they gave him a black suit with the invisible gold sequins on his collar and cuffs, so that only part of his outfit reflected. He looked stunning actually, and I knew he'd only look better with the Victor's crown on. I wondered if it would be different from the one stashed somewhere in the back of my closet, I doubted it really, it's not like they were engraved or anything. Molly had hers in a display case in her living room, she said it's the most proud possession she owned but I really thought mine was worthy of being melted down for scrap metal. I didn't want to think of my games, and the victor's crown would terrify me. It shouldn't be a crowned position to kill the best out of 24 kids; it shouldn't be celebrated while anyone on the street that killed someone was arrested and got their tongue cut out. the interview was soon to start and we were running a little bit late, but we made it to the stadium though, getting out of the train and being hurried around by a worried Mrs. Hudson, who seemed to think that we were going to be executed if we were late. I didn't care though; it was just those Twelves again, late as usual. As we got in the entrance music started to blast and Caesar walked out, laughing like an idiot yet again. He looked perfectly refreshed, I had no idea how he did it, he had been up narrating the games the whole time. Some type of Capital medication I would love to get my hands on. He bowed and laughed for the applauding crowd, rich Capital scum that wanted to see the new Victor. After the Victor's tour in the Districts John would be old news, he'd be like me, maybe some people would recognize him but the rest would look straight through him. Caesar went on about how great of a year it had been and how he was so excited to meet the new Victor. John grabbed my hand with nerves and I looked down at him with a smile.

"It'll be fine, so much less pressure than the first interview. Just answer the questions, be charming, you'll be fine." I assured.

"What about Snow?" he asked, his voice quivering.

"Pretend like it's so great to see him and stand up straight, that's all I can say." I hissed.

"Please welcome John Watson!" Caesar's voice yelled, the crowd cheering and John taking a deep breath, walking onto the stage, smiling and waving to the crowd as if he loved being there. I stood by the door, not really caring if anyone saw me. I was going to be here for him.

"Hello John, I must say it's a pleasure to have you back on the show." Caesar said, shaking John's hand and the both of them say down in the armchairs.

"Well it's great to be here. Just being alive seems like a gift." He sighed, looking around in the crowd for any familiar faces.

"Well of course it is, to be a victor, it's not all that easy, not that I would know." Caesar laughed.

"I've got to say that I'm sorry for the families of the tributes, all of them, they didn't deserve to die." John said, Caesar's smile fading a little bit.

"Yes, it is quite a tragedy but it's the reminder of the rebellion, this is what happens when the rules are broken unfortunately." Caesar sighed. "But let's not get all teary eyed now, this is a time of celebration!" he said, the crowd loudly agreeing with applause and plastic horns being blown. John looked nervous but smile again, not sure if he should wave or not.

"Now I know that you were actually quite famous for your talks, can you tell us why you did that?" Caesar asked.

"Well I was just taking advantage of the cameras to tell my family and friends that I was okay, that it would be alright and that I love them and hoped to get back to them." John shrugged, as if it was no big deal.

"Well it really touched the hearts of many. What about that necklace, is that your token from District Twelve?" Caesar asked. John pulled on the silver string, pulling the necklace into view. The crowd cheered for some reason, as if a necklace was really exciting.

"It's my token yes, but it was actually Sherlock's before. He gave it to me as sort of a reminder that I had family to get back to." John turned his head around to see me standing in the door way and I just gave him a thumbs up, encouraging him to keep going.

"And I'm sure we all saw that hug on the news, which was really heartwarming." Caesar said. And then on the screen I saw myself with John running to me right after he stepped off of the plane. I looked awful in my robe, but then again he was a complete mess. But our faces said everything, I looked absolutely thrilled and then John crashed into me for the hug. The crowd cheered again and Caesar laughed. John looked a little bit embarrassed, but smiled along. I didn't really know how I felt about being on a live broadcast again, but I suppose it has gone worse in my interview.

"Well after so long I guess I just really loved to see him." John shrugged. Obviously he didn't like to topic on me, because Caesar always loved to pry in the personal business of the tributes. I'm sure both of us didn't want the whole love story thing on live TV.

"Most of your talks were aimed to him, and I'm sure the crowd can agree that they were just as confused with what you meant by 'I agree'." Caesar pointed out. "What were you agreeing to, and did it motivate you?"

"Well of course it motivated me, I needed to get back home, I agreed that there were people waiting for me at home and that I loved them and would do anything to return to them." John said, twisting it a little bit but making it sound a lot better than it actually was.

"That's very touching John, but now let's turn our attention to your amazing finish to the games. How did you manage to how you managed to turn the pack of Careers on each other?" Caesar asked.

"Well I had made a bit of a plan as I went along, I knew I couldn't fight them all together, there were four of five but if I could somehow get them to fight each other then I wouldn't really have to do much. It only takes one person for all-out war." He pointed out.

"Yes, and you gave a sort of bloody end to it all huh?" Caesar pointed out. John took a deep breath, but on the big screens I could see the fear in his eyes. He just nodded, and I hoped Caesar would get the message that he didn't want to talk about it, that he was damaged by the very thought.

"I think it was quite a miracle to find water out there too, I understand there wasn't much and it was lucky that you had stumbled over some, if not you wouldn't be here, would you?" Caesar asked.

"No, thankfully for that and the bread that they sent in the parachute. Thank you to the sponsor who funded that, it's another reason I'm sitting here." he said to the audience.

"Oh yes, how can we forget that note?" Caesar asked, and I groaned. Just when the topic had changed here we go again. John pulled it out of his pocket but didn't unfold it.

"Could you read it to us, just so we know exactly what your motivation was?" Caesar asked.

"I hope to see you soon; we have full faith in you- SH." John read, thankfully leaving the heart shape out of it.

"SH?" Caesar asked. Oh my god just piece things together so John didn't have to! This was his interview not my biography!

"Sherlock Holmes." John muttered obviously. Caesar pretended to be surprised at that.

"So how does it feel to be a victor?" he asked, changing the subject finally.

"Oh it's amazing, all that fear just kind of flows away and all the sudden I'm out of there. That hover craft is like the stairway to heaven." John laughed.

"I bet your family is just dying to see you again, am I right?"

"Well I hope so." John joked, making the whole stadium laugh. "No, they'll be thrilled, I'm sure none of us expected this."

"Miracles do happen Mr. Watson, surely you've realized that by now." Caesar pointed out.

"Every day is a new miracle yes." John agreed.

"And I'm sure this is the biggest one of all." He agreed. John nodded with a smile, but I could tell on the inside there were some things he'd definitely want to say, like how much of a curse he'd have to live with for the rest of his life. But apparently it didn't slip Caesar's mind to ask that, he just went on more about how John lived up to the expectations of past tributes. Finally he seemed to run out of questions so they both stood up while the Capital's anthem was playing, and President Snow walked out with another man, who was holding a velvet pillow with a golden ring of a crown, just like mine. The crowd cheered along with John, who clapped his hands and tried to look as star struck as possible. Seeing that withered dictator we call a president gave me the strange desire to punch something, and his face almost had a target painted on it. He gave a nice big speech about how great it was to be there and meet another Victor, totally trying to pass it off as if he weren't responsible for all of the deaths in the arena. John stood up very straight as the president went over to the other man, lifting the crown off of the pillow and walking over to face him.

"I hereby appoint you, John Watson of District Twelve, Victor of the 74th Hunger Games!" he said loudly, and placed the crown lightly on top of John's head. This time I clapped my hands and yelled congratulations with the rest of the crowd, smiling like a complete idiot. John was smiling too; obviously this was a positon he never thought he'd be in. Snow said a few last words, but no one was really paying attention. Finally both Snow and Caesar shook John's hand and he was able to leave the stage. He walked calmly off the stage but when he got to me I wrapped him in another tight hug. Molly and Mrs. Hudson came hopping in soon, and soon the four of us were all hugging one another in a pathetic group hug. Finally when John was trying to escape we let him have his space, but there was a huge smile on his face. The crown looked so right on his head it made my heart race. He looked absolutely perfect with it, it was made for him.