Fan Fiction

We've all read a book now and then where we aren't quite satisfied with how the story goes.  Sometimes, we wish we had a little bit more elaboration.  Sometimes we wish for more character interaction.

Enter Fan Fiction.

I need to admit that I only became aware of Fan Fiction a few years ago, and my pile of "to-read" has been too big to allow me time to see what's out there.  But I can understand the motivations of people who write fan fiction.

Our prompt for the week:
Write a piece of  fan fiction.  Choose something that either wasn't in the book that you would have liked to see or change something you didn't like.  (Remember to tell us which book it is, so we know where you're coming from.)

Enjoy!

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My response:

There are two lives I would save in MOCKINGJAY, by Suzanne Collins.  Here is where Finick, having survived the revolution, comes back to Annie.

Annie sat in the corner in just a shift, arms wrapped around her knees, rocking and muttering incoherently.  Her hair hung in tangles to her shoulders and covered her face.  Johanna walked in, carrying Annie's breakfast tray.

  The whole compound was buzzing with news of the victory, and half the people had already left, heading for the Capitol any way they could get there.  In the control room, monitors played footage of the fighting.  Johanna spent as much time in there as she could stand.  Still, even with rolls and rolls of video, she hadn't caught sight of Finick.

Johanna sat down next to Annie, set the tray down, and carefully pulled her hair back, tucking it behind her ears.  Her initial gentleness faded as she tried to get Annie to eat, and ended as Johanna gave up and kicked the tray across the room, leaving a trail of tea as the cup spilled.

At that moment, the door swung open.

Finick stood in the doorway in a tattered uniform.  His right leg was missing below the knee, bound only with a quick field dressing and drenched in blood.  He leaned heavily on a metal rod.  Behind him came a medical team, shouting and pulling at him.  Johanna wondered that he'd gotten this far before they'd been able to stop him.

She didn't know how he got from the doorway to Annie's side.  It wouldn't surprise her at all if he'd flown.  Then he was there, cradling Annie in his arms, singing softly in her ear.

Annie stopped her own mumblings and looked up with wide eyes.  She reached out a trembling hand and traced the lines of Finick's face, as if testing to see if he were real.  Then her body shook with a soul-wrenching sob, and she threw her arms around him.

Johanna sighed, standing up.  There was nothing left for her here.  She felt the crunch of the Styrofoam cup under her boot as she strode out.