I'm back! And with a new story! I recently fell in love with this pairing, and was sorely disappointed to discover that it doesn't have near the amount of love that it should! So I decided to add my own little oneshots and hopefully get this pair the recognition it deserves. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

I don't own One Piece. If I did BrookxYorki would be canon!

It was a quiet morning for the Rumbar Pirates, which was very odd to say the least. Normally their first mate/top musician would have woken everyone up before the sun peeked over the horizon. This morning, however, he was nowhere to be spotted. This caused the entire crew to worry, but none were more worried than Captain Yorki.

When Yorki awoke to the unusually silent ship he instantly knew something was amiss. He couldn't put his finger on it at first, but as he slowly entered the waking world he realized what was missing. Brook was not playing his normal morning wake-up call. This caused Yorki to go from hardly awake to wide awake in a matter of seconds. He ran into the sleeping quarters to look for his boyfriend only to find that he wasn't in his hammock.

"Dammit, wake up everyone! Brook is missing!" Yorki yelled to his crew.

The mumbled complaints of being woken up suddenly stopped when they realized that the captain, and not Brook, had woken them up. Once that thought had processed in each of their minds they were awake.

"Where is Brook?"

"Why didn't he wake us up?"

"Is he okay?"

"What's going on, Captain?"

Question after question came from the worried crew and Yorki had to whistle loudly to get everyone to shut up long enough to answer their questions.

"I don't know where he is, that's why I woke you all up." He answered.

"Wait, didn't he have first watch last night?" asked one of the crew.

"Yeah, he was supposed to wake me up for second watch, but he never did." Answered another crew member.

This caused panic to rise further in his chest.

"We need to find him, quick! Everyone spit up and search the entire ship!" Yorki yelled as he ran out of the room to search for Brook.

He ran to the deck and called out for Laboon. The tiny whale poked his head out of the water with a happy squeak.

"Laboon, Brook is missing! You haven't seen him, have you?" he asked trying to keep the panic out of his voice.

Laboon looked concerned and shook his head "no". He squeak in a worried tone.

"Damn! Sorry to disturb you. We'll let you know when we find him." Yorki ran off to the kitchen to look for his boyfriend.

The previously silent ship was now filled with the concerned shouts of the crew and a very worried captain looking for their lost musician. After five minutes of looking a crewmate shouted that Brook was in the bathroom. Yorki made a mad dash for the bathroom and shoved everyone out of his way.

Brook was kneeled next to the toilet, his head resting on the rim. He looked pale and exhausted, as if he was there for several hours, which he probably was. His skin was glossed over with sweat and there was a bit of vomit on the corner of his mouth. His glasses were askew on his face. His afro even seemed to be slightly deflated. He gave a weak smile when he saw Yorki run in.

"Hey, Captain. Sorry for not waking you, but as you can see, I don't think I'm up for it." He quietly rasped.

"Oh Brook, how long have you been here?" Yorki kneeled next to him and put a hand on his forehead. He was burning up.

"All night." Brook groaned and leaned into Yorki's hand.

"Someone get the doctor!" Yorki demanded.

The doctor quickly made his way to the front of the group and gently pushed Yorki aside.

"What time did you first throw up?" he asked while touching his forehead to check his temperature.

"About halfway through first watch. Laboon had just fallen asleep and I felt violently ill all of a sudden." Brook explained weakly.

"How often have you been throwing up?" He asked searching his bag for something.

"It was pretty often at first, but it slowed when I started dry heaving. I haven't thrown up in a while, but I've been too weak to move."

The doctor put a thermometer in his mouth, and after a few minutes he pulled it out.

"102.4. You are definitely sick. Someone help me move him to the sick bay." He said and gabbed Brook's left side.

Yorki was instantly at his right side, and helped steady him. It wasn't easy carrying someone that towered over most of the crew, but they managed. They dragged him to the sick bay and set him down on the extra-long cot that was placed just for him. Once he was settled the doctor kicked everyone out so he could do his examination, much to Yorki's dismay. He fought the doctor on staying, but eventually left when he was threatened with zero visiting hours if he didn't get his ass out of the infirmary this instant.

Yorki was now pacing in front of the doors waiting for any news on Brook.

"Calm down, Captain. Brook probably just has a stomach bug. He'll be fine after a few days of rest." Said one of the crewmates.

"Calm down?! CALM DOWN?! HOW CAN I BE CALM WHEN BROOK IS PROBABLY DYING!?" Yorki was now in full panic mode.

"I highly doubt he's that sick." The same crewmate said.

"YOU SAW HIM! HE WAS TOO WEAK TO STAND! MY POOR BABY IS DYING!" Yorki cried out.

The sick bay door suddenly opened and the doctor threw something at Yorki and hit him in the face.

"WOULD YOU SHUT UP?! BROOK IS NOT DYING, AND YOU NEED TO BE QUIET TO LET ME DO MY JOB!" he yelled at the poor captain before disappearing behind the door once more.

Yorki rubbed the red spot on his face while pouting, and muttered something about mean doctors and keeping him from his sick love muffin.

"Told you, Captain. Brook isn't dying, and he's in capable hands. Now come and eat breakfast with the rest of us." The crewmate said picking Yorki off the ground.

"You guys can go and eat. I'll wait here." He said sitting across the hall from the sick bay.

"Not eating isn't going to help Brook get any better, you know." Another crewmate piped up.

"I don't care! I want to be right here for Brook when the doctor is done treating him." Yorki said stubbornly.

The crew looked at him for several minutes before one of them sighed deeply and said, "Fine, I'll bring you a plate later."

And with that the crew headed to the dining hall to eat a hearty breakfast after such a hectic morning.

(some time later)

The doctor had diagnosed Brook with a stomach virus and said that he'd be okay after a few days of rest. After hearing this, and getting permission from the doctor, he ran inside the infirmary and sat by Brook's side.

Brook was asleep due to a night's worth of exhaustion and some medicine the doctor gave him. His glasses were on the table next to the cot so Yorki got to have a full view of his face. Something rare, indeed. He watched as Brook's chest rose and fell slightly with each breath. He looked a lot more comfortable here than he did kneeled in front of the toilet earlier that morning.

Yorki was inwardly kicking himself for not finding Brook earlier. Poor Brook said that he had been there all night. He would have to make it up to him by taking great care of him while he was sick.

Brook shivered slightly and Yorki pulled the blanket up higher on his thin frame. When he did this it uncovered his feet. Yorki covered his feet again, but it brought the blanket off his shoulders and chest. Yorki repeated this process several times before getting frustrated. Why did Brook have to be so freakishly tall? Giving up, he searched the cupboard for an extra blanket for his upper body. Brook sighed happily in his sleep when Yorki threw the extra blanket on him.

There was a knock at the door before a crewmate poked his head in.

"Hey captain, the doctor said no eating in the sick bay unless you're the one sick. So you're going to have to eat out here.

"I'm not eating then." Yorki said and stubbornly sat down next to Brook.

"Starving yourself isn't going to help Brook get any better." The doctor said as he walked in.

"But what if he wakes up, and needs me to be there next to him?" he asked.

"He's not waking up anytime soon. He didn't sleep at all last night, and on top of that the medicine I gave him was a strong sedative. Go eat, and I promise that he'll be here when you get back."

"No! I'm not leaving him!" Yorki stomped his foot for emphasis.

"Yorki, as your doctor I'm telling you to go eat." The doctor said with a small growl.

"I'm the captain! Captain outranks doctor!"

"Not in this room it does! Now go eat!" The doctor literally kicked Yorki out of the sick bay.

The crewmate at the door quickly moved out of the way and Yorki smashed into the wall across the infirmary.

"I have to remember to stop antagonizing him. It's bad for my health." Yorki grunted and stood up rubbing where the doctor kicked him.

Yorki ate breakfast quickly, determined to get back to Brook as soon as possible.

(that evening)

Yorki had just eaten dinner as per the doctor kicking him out in the same fashion as breakfast and lunch. He was right, though. Brook had slept the entire day away. It was understandable, though. Being sick all night would do that to a person.

Yorki took the rag off Brook's forehead and dampened it in cool water before replacing it. Brook stirred a little bit causing Yorki to stop all activity and stood right by him. Brook cracked his eyes open and stared straight up at the ceiling. He eyes remained glazed over for a minute before he was brought back to his senses. He looked over at Yorki and smiled. He looked better than he did that morning.

"Hey you. How are you feeling?" Yorki asked affectionately.

"I'm feeling a little better. I don't think I can eat anything just yet, but I definitely feel better than I did last night." His voice sounded stronger.

"What a relief. I was really worried about you." Yorki slumped down in his chair in relief.

"I know. I hear you yelling outside this morning. Did you really think I was dying?" Brook chuckled softly.

"Okay, I admit I was overreacting just a little. I was just afraid of the worst happening, and my imagination got the best of me." Yorki scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

"I don't think anyone has ever died from a stomach bug, Yorki. Yohoho." Brook gave his signature laugh and Yorki knew that he'd pull though just fine.

Yorki reached under the covers and gabbed Brook's hand and started rubbing it affectionately.

"Okay, I have a tendency to overreact when it comes to you, but it's only because I love you so much." He said before he brought Brook's hand to his lips with a soft kiss.

"I love you too." Brook said with a soft smile.

"Will you promise me something?" Yorki asked.

"Anything." Brook said and rubbed his thumb across Yorki's cheek.

"If you're ever that sick at night again, no matter how hard it is to move, will you come and get me? I promise to take good care of you, but I need to know if something is wrong first." He asked while rubbing Brook's hand on his face.

Brook smiled warmly before he grabbed Yorki's hand and kissed it in the same fashion he had earlier.

"I promise."

"Thank you, Brook. Now, get some sleep. The doctor said that you need a lot of it to recover." Yorki told him softly.

"Aye, Aye, Captain." Brook said tiredly and fell back asleep.

Yorki tucked Brook's hand back under the blanket and made sure he was snug before reclining back in the chair. He couldn't help but smile at the one man who could make him worried out of his mind for just being sick. He chuckled softly and rubbed Brook's cheek gingerly.

"This has been one heck of a day for the both of us." He mumbled to the sleeping musician.

Yorki yawned widely and fought sleep. He didn't realize how tired one could get watching over a sick loved one.

The doctor walked in some time later to find Yorki asleep in the chair. He shook his head with a small chuckle. Yorki had fought him constantly just to be with Brook who slept all day anyways. He had to admire how persistent his captain could be, especially when it came to Brook. He reached into the cupboard and grabbed a blanket. He draped it over his captain and left the couple sleeping next to each other.