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.

Whitebeard - 27

Annja – 17

Law - 9

Kidd – 6

Ace and Sabo - 5

Luffy – 2

Arc 1 – Her boys

Chapter 5 - Kidnapped

~A Year later~

Law walked with his nose in one of the newest medical books Annja managed to get him for his 8th birthday. He walked into the house Annja and he had been staying since Shanks left. He saw Annja curl up on the couch, again. There were purple bags under her closed eyes. He dog-eared the page he was reading on before closing the book. He set it on the small nightstand before he grabbed the blanket on the back of the couch. He tossed over his mother figure. He grabbed the medical book and disappeared upstairs. He knew Annja had been working hard since Shanks left, but working three jobs just to keep food on the table seemed almost too much.

The island they lived on, the cost of living was too expensive. The 4 million berries Shanks had given them was gone in two months. The bed Law used was the most expensive thing in the house except the house itself. The other things Annja managed to get second hand after seeing the prices, including the bed she used.

Law sighed, knowing if Annja fell asleep on the couch, there was a kid in her bed.

Both Law and Annja saw the homeless population after they purchased the house. Many of the homeless were kids around Law's age or younger. Annja was a bleeding heart. She took one look at the starving kids and managed to cook up something easy for them to eat before she went to them and feed them. One of the kids – a red head boy with a nasty attitude in Law's opinion – almost attacked Annja when she first brought food.

Law peeked into Annja's room. The red head with the nasty attitude was sleeping in Annja's bed; pale as a ghost, sweating bullets, a red flash across his cheeks. Law eyed the boy. The boy was sick. Probably with what was going around, the flu.

Law turned and went to his room. He wanted to study a bit more before going to bed.

Annja woke sometime later to someone pounding on the door. She blinked back tears as she yawned. She didn't feel surprise as she saw Law had thrown a blanket over her. She tossed the blanket over the back of the couch and stood up. She walked over to the door. She opened it and saw it was one of the homeless kids.

"What's up, sweetie," she asked.

"Will Kid be alright," the kid asked.

"Yes, he will be," she said, "He just has the flu. He will up and about in a couple days. You will see." She explained. The kid chewed on its lower lip.

"His parents are bad people," the kid explained, "His mommy and daddy live in the mansion on the hill." The kid paused, looking around, "they want him back. I overheard at the market this morning, Miss Annja. Please be careful."

Annja nodded, understanding, "Thank you for telling me."

The kid turned and ran away. Annja shut the door and locked it. She knew the Eustass Family was a noble family that had connections to the Celestial Dragons. The boy – Kid – was different from his family. He hated the fact he was a part of a noble family. He had told Annja he wanted to an honest, strong man.

Annja wanted to adopt Kid. There was only one major problem. She didn't know Law's opinion on becoming a big brother. She sighed, glancing at the time. She would have to wait to get her baby's opinion. It was time for her to go work. She ran to her room, checking on Kid. He still ran a fever.

It was 3 am before she managed to get away from the bar. She glanced around, shrugging up her coat around her frame. She got a bad feeling. There was something out tonight besides her. She curled her fists at her sides, walking faster.

She was two houses away from hers when her bad feeling almost paralyzed her. She stopped walking. Her orbs looked around. She slowly turned around and spotted a lanky man with pink feather like coat. His eyes were hidden by sunglasses. Annja recognized him as Donquixote Doflamingo, one of the 7 Warlords of the Seas. He was not alone. There were three other men with him. The four had been regular customers for the past week at the bar.

"Fufufufufu," the pink coated man laughed, "You are Annja Barnes."

"What of it?" She replied, coldly.

"You have something I want," Doflamingo stated.

"Oh?"

"A boy from Flevance," he explained

"Never heard of that town," she stated.

"Funny," He said, "My sources say you adopted a boy named Law from Flevance before it was burned."

"Your sources are wrong," Annja responded, "Now, if that's all you wanted, I must be going to bed. I have to report to work at dawn."

Annja turned around and walked away, her senses alert. She was not stupid. The warlord could attack her now.

"I have what you are looking for," Doflamingo hinted, "A certain devil fruit."

Annja paused, before she questioned, "Why would I want with a devil fruit?"

"To save that boy," he replied, "Fufufufufufu, after all it is such a sad thing for a boy the last of his island to live with Amber Lead."

Doflamingo had done his research. But why does he want with Law?

"Young Master," one of the men whispered, "We don't have much time."

Doflamingo nodded in agreement. Annja's world exploded with pain. She gasped before she fell to the ground. She watched as one of the men walked over to her and searched her for her keys. He stood up. She glared at him as he walked over to her house and unlocked the door. He disappeared inside.

Annja tried to get up. Something wrapped around her neck. Her left hand stretched at her neck. She attempted to stand. She watched the warlord out of the corner of her eye. His fingers moved like he was moving something connected to them. Her own fingers found what was trying to choke her and wrapped around it. She started to pull. She ignored the sharp pain erupting from her fingers tips.

"MOM!" Law roared. He trashed in the man's, who entered her house, arms. She growled. As she saw, Law's left eye started to swell, his lip was busted.

Annja jerked what was choking over her head, seeing it was some type of string. The moment it was over her head, she let go and heard a cutting sound. Her red hair fell over her shoulders from the braided ponytail she usually kept it in. She pushed up from the ground, shredding her coat, and attempted to hit the man kidnapping her son. She blinked as he disappeared into the ground. Law yelling for her before he too disappeared. She paused, turning around, looking for the bastard. She blinked as she saw the warlord and the other two men disappeared.

Annja knew they were no doubt headed for the harbor. She ran through the streets in high heels. She slipped, sprinting around a corner. Her right heel twisted and she went down. She shifted her weight to her left foot and placed her right hand on the ground before she shoved herself upward, again. She pushed herself to make it to the harbor before the warlord bastard set off.

She reached the harbor, a couple minutes too late. She stared in horror as Doflamingo's ship sailed away.

"LAW! WAIT FOR ME! I WILL FIND YOU!" Annja screamed at the top of her lungs. "I PROMISE YOU! I WILL FIND YOU AGAIN!"

Annja panted after she was done. She heard Law scream, "MOTHER!" that was she could make out. She turned, fighting back tears. She ran back to the house.

There was a coughing sound when she stepped into the living room. She stared at Kidd. He curled up on the couch, a black eye, busted lip, and he held his arm to his chest. Annja went to him and grabbed his arm, gently. She saw from the angle, it was broken. She didn't say a word as she went to Law's room and grabbed his bag. She carried it back to the living room and went to work, putting Kidd's arm in a splint. She worked quickly, seeing this was not the first time that Kidd had shown at her doorstep with broken bones.

"I tried to stop him," Kidd croaked. His voice was harsh from the coughing he did.

Annja paused, then asked, "Why?"

"Because Law being kidnap made you sad," Kidd explained, "I don't want to see you sad, Annja, not after all you have done for us street kids."

"You are not a street kid, Kidd, are you?" Annja stated, staring at him with hard ice blue eyes.

Kidd winced, "Where did ya hear that?"

"One of the street kids came to the door before I went to work," she explained, "saying your parents are looking for you."

"Fuck them," Kidd spat, "I hate them."

"Oh?"

"They just want me back because I have the name of a princess, living on the Grand Line," the red head boy explained. He took off his shirt and pointed out the Princess' name – Diamond Skywalker.

"And I have the name of a Pirate Emperor, living on the Grand Line," Annja replied, moving her scarf she wore, showing the name of Edward Newgate. She shifted the scarf back into place. "Now, if you would excuse me, I have to pack."

"Have you meet him?"

"Once," she went over to one of the closets and grabbed one of the bags. She immediately went through the living room and packed the bag with the items she could not live out or would have extreme difficulty to replace.

"Why are you not with him?" Kidd cocked his head to the side.

"I was not ready to be with him and his crew," she zipped up the first bag and grabbed another one before going to the kitchen, repeating the process.

"Why not?"

"Because I would have become a mother of 1600 when I was 15."

Kidd gasped, and responded, "Well, I can see why you chickened out."

Annja glared at the red head boy. She spent the rest of the night, packing and ignoring Kidd. Maybe she should re-think her decision on asking the boy to become her son. God, he was cocky little shit. He followed her from room to room, talking to her. She would never tell him, but she was thankful he didn't shut up long enough to leave her with her thoughts.

Dawn broke as Annja wrote a letter to Shanks and his crew. She left the letter, pinned to the wall at her eye level. She didn't bother locking the door. Maybe the Red Haired Pirates would come by and read the letter while she was gone after Law.

She used what money she had and bought herself a medium sized boat. She stocked the boat with what she would need. She brought Law and her bags onboard. By noon, Annja set sail after Doflamingo. When night darken the sky, she was already reaching the last island before Reserved Mountain.

~17th Division~

Well, Law has been kidnapped. Annja had meet Kidd. Please tell me if I got Kidd's character right or not. This is the first time I'm writing a story about Kidd so I'm learning his characters traits.

Reviews:

Jag – I have a couple ideas on their official meeting. The first character to refer to Whitebeard as 'Pops' was Marco.

Godviligs – I didn't think about that way. I'm now writing the Annja/Kidd relationship since Law has been kidnapped. I know the Kidd/Law brother relationship is going to be really interesting to write.