Law was tired. The simplest way you could put it. He was tired of working for that pink man, he was tired of what he was forced to do, he was tired of the sleepless nights of guilt that came to him after each job, he was just tired. So he did what any man would do when they hate their job to the extent he did, he quit. Unfortunately, quitting the mafia was harder than just walking in and saying goodbye. For the lower status workers maybe, they were just told to keep quiet or die. But for Law, the top of his rank next to two, if he wanted to leave, it was through much struggle and most likely death. He knew this, so he said nothing. He just left, no words, no traces, nothing. This wouldn't be as bad as it is if it weren't for the fact that he took things he shouldn't have, including money and secret files. No one but him knew why he took the files, but everyone knew what Doflomingo would do to get them back.

So now Law was on the run, traveling from state to state, town to town, acting as a traveling doctor to earn money when he needed it. Little did he know this little act was going to change his life forever…

"Are you him?" an old man asked while grabbing on to Law's are desperately. "The miracle worker? Who can heal anyone?" Law cringed internally at the label, sure he helped a lot of people but he wouldn't consider himself a miracle worker, and no one could heal anyone.

"I am guessing there is someone in need of treatment?" he asked coolly, smoky eyes meeting the old mans as the man beamed with excitement and relief.

"Yes, please, help him. He was traveling through and he collapsed, we don't know him but he hasn't woken and the town is worried he may have something contagious." He explained. Law thought for a moment, having a good idea what happened. A traveler, apparently walking, came through this little Nevada desert in the middle of summer and collapsed. It wasn't hard to solve but he could check just to make sure.

"Take me to him." he replied as the man grabbed his arm and led him into a small tent they had set up around the collapsed man. "A tent?" he asked curious.

"We weren't sure what he had, so no one wanted to touch him" the man explained. Law felt that was both over kill and smart at the same time, considering the man in question may have some disease. He entered the tent and looked down at the man on the ground and almost immediately laughed. The red head was wearing a large coat, leather pants, black shirt, and had a metal arm. It was a wonder how he lived at all walking in the desert.

"Water and rags, and someone to help strip him." he stated. "Heat must have gotten to him, no worries, easy fix." The town's people got the water and rags, and after shooing some giddy girls away from peaking in the tent as Law stripped the man, putting him in some more suitable clothes, the town seemed content. He sat next to the bed, waiting for the man to wake up as he usually did. It was a few hours later, as the sun was setting that the red head groaned and opened his eyes. He looked around and saw Law, jumping up in panic.

"Who the hell are you?!" he asked, surprising Law.

"It is not polite to ask a stranger for a name before giving your own" Law replied calmly, slightly amused by the man's behavior. That is until the man grabbed him by the throat and growled.

"Name!" he ordered. Law was unamused as he grabbed the wrist and pulled it off of his throat with slight difficulty. He would admit the man is strong, he even looked strong now that he paid attention.

"Trafalgar Law. And yours?" he asked, his voice not showing any of his annoyance.

"Eustice Kidd" he replied simply, cautiously eyeing the doctor. "Nice tattoos, you seem like you got a story." He grinned suddenly. Law just shrugged.

"I am just a doctor that helped you. Nothing more." Kidd laughed,

"Right. Well I guess I owe you, mister 'just a doctor'" at that moment he realized something was off. "Where's my clothes?" he asked slightly annoyed.

"I took them off you and put them on the table." He pointed to a small table where his supply bag sat on top of the clothes.

"Oh I see, a perverted doctor then, I think I know how to repay you then" Kidd grinned again. Law stared at him blankly.

"No. your clothes were heating you up to the point of a minor heat stroke, so I removed them to aid your recovery." He explained dully. Kidd sighed and grabbed his clothes,

"Well, I have to repay you don't i?" Law shrugged. "Then where are you going next?" again, Law shrugged. Kidd groaned, "Well I don't know either, how bout we travel together till I repay you." Law was about to protest but the red head made up his mind. "Right, then I'll get dressed and we'll be on our way." He picked up his clothes and knocked over Law's medical bag, its contents spilling as a gun fell out as well. "tch, just a doctor my ass." He looked to Law and smirked. "Could tell from your eyes, let me guess, on the run?" Law glared and picked up his bag, rearranging its contents and tucking the gun away.

"I believe it is rude to invade someone's privacy, Eustice-ya" he stated, his voice slightly strained from annoyance. Kidd smirked,

"Says the one who stripped me while I slept. You know, you sound more and more like a hypocrite doctor." He smirked and pointed to the tattoo on the others arm, "I've seen that. Mafia I think, only high ranks got it right? If you're on the run, I have a good guess from who. And you are in luck doc, I just so happen to be a skill assassin. How about I guard you in your travels as repayment for my life?" Law sighed, not too happy about the arrangement but could tell the others mind was set.

"Fine. Just don't cause me troubles, I'm not the surgeon of death for no reason." He warned with a glare. Kidd just smiled and nodded.

"So where to next?" he asked as he put his tight leather pants back on, facing away from the doctor. 'hm, not bad looking, maybe I could use his company' Law thought to himself.

"You will see when we get there" he answered simply, looking away from the other. Kidd smirked inwards, feeling the others gaze. This was going to be a fun trip.