A/N: This is just an idea I had after looking for any Whitebeard/OC full length stories (meaning was longer then 10,000 words) and there was only a dozen stories where the Whitebeard Pirates had a 'mother'. That's how the idea was born. However, I really messed with Whitebeard's age. In the anime and manga, Whitebeard dies at the age of 72, meaning he fought with Roger at 50-ish. Well, I kinda made Whitebeard hell of a lot younger in this story.

The 17th Division: Mom Of the Whitebeard Pirates: There was only one woman for Whitebeard. He just had to wait until she was ready for him, but sending him a letter after 10 years, asking for his help because the World Government was after her and her 'sons' was not what he was expecting nor the reason why her 'sons' were being hunted down.

Arc 1 – Her Boys

Chapter 2 – His name is Law

Whitebeard - 25

Annja – 15

Law (Yami) 6/7

Annja quickly cut up potatoes. It had been nearly a month since Shanks had save her and the boy she nicknamed 'Yami' and allowed her to travel with his crew. The boy had not spoken to anyone during the entire time.

She sighed as she fixed dinner for the crew, reflecting on what the doctor informed her about the boy. She knew he was sick from the white spots on his tanned skin. According to the doctor, the boy was dying from a disease called Amber Lead. It came from his home island.

The door to the kitchen opened and 'Yami' stepped in. His eyes settled on her, silently asking a question. Annja smiled, softly at the boy and said, "In another ten minutes, dinner will be ready, baby."

The boy nodded. He walked over to one of the long tables, watching her. She danced around the kitchen, trying to finished up making dinner. She glanced at the boy, asking, "You thirsty, sweetie?"

The boy nodded, again. Annja grabbed a small goblet and filled it with some juice before walking over to the boy and set it down in front. She noticed he held a book under his arm. She cocked her head to the side, her auburn hair falling over her shoulder.

"What'cha reading," she asked. The boy blinked at her before he handed the book over. She took it, looking at the title. She knew it was in a different language. She opened the book up to the first chapter and started to read, but by the end of page, she went cross-eyed trying to understand what she read.

"Can you understand this medical lingo," Annja asked. The boy gave her a smirk. His steel colored eyes twinkled with amusement, "You want to be a doctor when you get older, huh?" He nodded. "Well, as long as you are in my care, dear, I will support you in anyway I can, alright?"

He blinked at her.

"We will talk more about this later," Annja suggested, "Right now, I have to get dinner on the table."

She stood up and hurried to the kitchen, serving hot food onto huge serving plates She set it on the buffet table before she dished the boy and herself plates. She set the plates down in front of the boy. She went over to a huge bell and rang it, twice. She hurried back over to the table. Annja noticed, once more, an extra roll on her plate. The boy glared at the small piece of bread like it had offended him. The door to the galley blew open as the Red Haired crew rushed in, aiming to get the food that Annja made.

That night, Annja tucked the boy into bed. The boy looked at her through tired eyes before he snuggled into the blankets, going to sleep. Annja shook her head in amusement. He obviously didn't want to talk. She stood up before she placed a kiss in the center of the boy's forehead. She went to the door, flipping off the light switch. She opened the door, slipping out. She glanced back and whispered, "Sweet dreams, my little one." She shut the door. She headed above deck, having watch duty for the next four hours.

Annja yawned widely as she walked down the hall leading to her room. She just finished her watch. A scream pieced the silent night.

Annja sucked in a gasp. Her heart jerked a beat. Her blood sped up in her veins. Her eyes scanned the hallway. Her legs pumped as she broke into a run. Her arms swung back and forth. The door to the officer rooms slammed open. Half-dressed men stumbled out, armed with a weapon.

The scream grew louder as Annja neared her door. The boy! She threw the door open and flipped on the light. Her ice blue eyes scanned the room, looking for the reason to the screaming. The boy thrashed on the bed and yelled, "Mommy! I'm sorry!"

Annja flew across the room to the boy and shook him awake, realizing it was a nightmare.

"Sweetheart," she cooed, softly, "It's just a nightmare. Open your eyes, little one."

The boy jerked up. His steel grey eyes glinted widely. Annja's ice blue eyes met the wild orbs. The boy drove forward. She jumped in surprise as the boy buried his face in her chest. She heard him, crying. She wrapped her arms around him, whispering, "It was a nightmare, baby. It's just a dream. You are safe."

Annja heard a sound by the door. She glanced over and saw a couple officers there with Ben and Shanks.

"Is he alright," one of the officers asked.

Annja nodded and explained, "It was just a nightmare."

The officer who spoke nodded and shuffled away. Shanks stepped into the small room. His gaze pierced her as she comforted the boy. He shut the door, singling the crowd in the hallway the captain wanted privacy.

"It was not just a nightmare, was it," the red head man stated, "I recognize the signs of PTSD."

"I didn't give the boy life," Annja started, pulling the boy onto her lap before she scouted back further onto the bed, "I came across him on his home island during a Buster Call. Far as I know, we are the only two to escape as his home burnt into the ocean. Right now, I'm the only one he has."

Shanks didn't say anything for a long moment. The only sounds in the room was the boy's muffled crying. The red head finally asked, "What about the father you spoke of?"

"I'm not ready for the commit he's looking for right now," Annja admitted, fingering the scarf she worn as her right hand rubbed the boy's back, "I know he's on the Grand Line, waiting for me."

"Who is he?"

"Edward Newtgate, Captain of the Whitebeard Pirates," Annja confessed with pinked cheeks. She looked down at the boy. He seemed to be settling down. He had turned his head, starting with vacant eyes at the wall. Maybe he was listening to their conversation.

"WHAT!?" Shanks roared in surprise. The boy flinched. Annja immediately kicked the captain in his kneecap, "Ow!"

"Really? People are trying to sleep, Shanks," Annja scolded with a glare.

Shanks rubbed his injured kneecap, muttering something about 'mothers'. His expression brightened. His eyes glinted with mischief. He opened his mouth, "I do wonder something, dearest Annja, how will you two have fun between the sheets?"

Annja's face turned red. Shanks smirked as he wiggled his eyebrows. She scouted the boy off her lap. The captain already vanted his chair and reached the door.

Annja got to her feet as Shanks disappeared into the hallway, laughing like a loon. She closed the door, muttering "chicken shit." She turned to the boy who stared at her. "Do you want to hear a story?"

The boy blinked. She took that as a yes. She tucked him back under the cover, starting, "Once upon a Time, long ago, there was a warrior named James Barnes who fell off a cliff….."

Three weeks later, Annja read the newspaper. There was an article about some medical advancement. Maybe her boy would enjoy the article.

She managed to track him down nearly an hour later in the infirmacy. Her boy appeared to be helping the doctor, re-stocking the shelves with medical supplies. She watched him for a moment before deciding to put the newspaper in their room. She went to the small library the Red Haired Pirates had and grabbed the book she had been researching out of – An Encyclopedia of the Known Devil Fruit.

Annja flipped to the page she knew by heart -Ope-Ope no Mi. She studied the picture of the Devil Fruit and read over the information. A single paragraph of what the fruit could do, now what the fruit would do.

She knew she shouldn't be putting all of her hopes for the boy's life on a devil fruit. For all she knew, someone already had the fruit. She sighed, lending back.

"What's wrong, Mama Whitebeard?"

Annja resisted the urge to bang her head off the table. She shouldn't have told Shanks about her soul mate mark. He had been more annoying then usualy about the whole thing.

"Ah, don't be that way, Mama Whitebeard," Shanks cooed, "Tell your dearest Nakama what's wrong."

Annja rolled her eyes and pushed the book in front of the captain. She waited for him to read the information on the Ope-Ope no Mi.

"I think if I can get ahold of this devil fruit," Annja whispered, glancing around for her boy, "It might save my boy's life."

"And you want my crew to keep an ear and eye out for its location," Shanks continued.

"Yeah," Annja replied, "If you don't mind."

"Of course not, anything for a nakama," the captain grinned.

Annja grabbed two plates from the pile and quickly dished her boy and herself up before the mad rush started. She sat down the plates, "there you go, Yami."

She noticed her boy scowled at the name.

"That is not my name," the boy whispered. Annja froze and slowly turned around. Steel grey met ice blue.

"Then what is your name?"

"Trafalgar D Water Law," the boy replied.

"That's a mouthful," Annja commented, "May I call you Law?"

The boy named Trafalgar D Water Law looked at her for a long moment and nodded. Annja rang the bell for dinner.

"What did you learn from the doctor, Law," she asked. Law studied her, a glint in his eye.

"How to cut people apart for surgery," Law stated, calmly. Annja damn-near choked on the piece of food she stuck in her mouth. She blinked, owlish at Law. He gave her a sadistic grin.

~the 17th Division~

I'm sorry if you think this is a shitty chapter. I've been sick – possible double ear infection, fighting dizzy spells, nearly lost my voice from coughing so hard, fever, whatever I have its in my chest now and I was just fired yesterday for going home Saturday. I knew I should have went to ER, last Friday.

Thank you all who alerted this story. I'm sorry if this is a shitty chapter. I wanted some character developed between Law and Annja.