Next one...

Disclaimer: Oda's

Enjoy!

It was only seven in the morning and he was dead tired. Law sat beside Kid's bedside and watched the monitors. There were two more beds in the hospital room, one occupied by Marco, who suffered from inner haemorrhage and a broken arm. The other was Smoker's, who had a concussion and a few deep cuts.

Whitebeard had suffered most. He was still not back from the intensive care. Law had been lucky. Some heavy bruised but nothing more. After Killer had drawn his knife the bouncers had evacuated the club. Smoker had barked orders before he joined the fight himself.

Law had never seen Marco move so fast. He had seen Marco fight before, but never like that. The kick with which he had hit Killer had sent the other male flying halfway across the room. But before the blond had been able to do anything further, Teach had landed a blow in his middle, successfully knocking the other out for the moment.

He looked over at the blond. Marco seemed asleep, but Law didn't buy it for even a second. Teach had shot Whitebeard, before the old man had been able to knock him out. Well… Knocking him out was not quite true. Whitebeard had broken the other man's skull with a single blow. Teach was dead.

Kid stirred and Law returned from his reverie. Before he could say a word, the door opened and a whole group of nurses pushed in another bed. Marco's eyes flew open and Smoker, who had been staring out of the window all the time, turned his head. There was Whitebeard, covered in bandages and a broad grin on his face.

"You shouldn't scare us like that, old man." Said Marco, relieve evident on his face. "Gurarara. You should know that I'm not killed that easily." Law shook his head in disbelieve. Killed easily? From what he'd seen of the entry wound, it should have killed the old man immediately. But looking at it, that any of them was still alive was a mere miracle.

"Law…?" His head swept around to face his boyfriend. Kid was still very pale and his wound was aching. "What happened to Killer…" "The idiot is still in the EM. They're trying to save his sorry ass." Marco's voice was cold, which got him a disapproving look from Whitebeard.

"I'm sorry I brought them to the Moby Dick…" Murmured Kid and Law sighed. True. It was somehow their fault that the crew around Killer and Teach had shown up in the club. "Don't be so harsh, Marco. They couldn't know that the kids were up for a fight. Or that my bouncers would let them enter, carrying a gun."

Smoker held Whitebeards gaze only for a few seconds before he looked down. "Thanks for patching me up, by the way." Law raised his head and gave the old man an unsure nod. "The doctors said I wouldn't have made it without your help." Though the young raven-haired didn't want to believe it, he knew the other was probably right. Hell even with his help it should have been impossible for Whitebeard to survive.

The door burst open and Law's mother, Carl and Katherine with Anie on her arms came into the already crowded room. "My god! Are you boys ok?" "We were so worried." "You really shouldn't go to such dangerous places." Law and Kid looked at them slightly disapprovingly. Dangerous places? The Moby Dick was rough terrain, sure. But it was safe. At least as long as Killer and Teach stayed away from the place. Kaido's for example, was a complete different story.

Before anyone could stop her, Law's mother had stalked over to Whitebeard's bed and poked an angry finger in his arm (it was just as high as she could reach, avoiding all the patched up places). "Are you the owner of this horrible place?" "Mum.." Law tried but she shut him up with an angry glare. At least Kid now knew where his boyfriend had had the courage from yesterday. No normal person would dare speak with Whitebeard in this tone, not even when the man was wrapped up in bandages.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm the owner of the Moby Dick." Marco tried to muffle his laughter behind his hand. Whitebeard sounded completely serious. Law's mother turned to the blond, frowning. "Mum, I think that's enough now. They saved us, after all." She blushed a little and said. "I had planed to thank you all for it. But I just…"

Whitebeard patted her on the shoulder, nearly knocking her off her feet. "That's fine ma'am. You're son is a brave kid. And almost as reckless as his mother, I think." Her blush deepened and Marco couldn't hold back his laughter any longer.

Later that day, Law sat in his mother's kitchen, surrounded by Kid's family and a few of the barmaids from the Moby Dick. The small room was completely packed already, and then the police arrived.

They had tried to question Law before, but without success. The raven-haired man had been by far too worried about his boyfriend to bother with the police. Sighing, Law left the kitchen and made his statement in the living room. His mother made tea and Detective Tashigi took the cup gratefully. "You see, Law, this was not the first violent attack one a gay couple that this group has lead. We're relieved that we have some evidence against them at last." "So you try to tell me that Teach and Killer have been doing this before? Attacking people just for their sexuality?" The woman nodded sadly. "We tried to get them for weeks. I'm glad this mess is over no."

Law was silent. He remembered the sickening sound of Teach's scull breaking and that the man was dead now. He had seen another man being killed in front of his eyes. Whitebeard had killed someone with his bare hands. "What about Whitebeard?" He really didn't want the old man get into any trouble because of what had happened in the Moby Dick last night.

Tashigi looked puzzled, quickly checking her notes. "You mean Mr. Newgate… He shouldn't get into too much trouble. There will be a court case, but he should get out of it without facing serious consequences. It's not the first time we've seen him getting into trouble. He's good at getting out of them unharmed." Begin shot, Law thought, shouldn't count as unharmed.

The police said their good-byes and Law lead them out. Just as he wanted to close the door, two more visitors made themselves known. Strangely enough, they came down from the upper floor and Law gave Shaki a questioning look. She smirked and lit a cigarette. "Rayleigh might have gotten himself into a little too much trouble last night." The grey haired man laughed. "How's your friend?" Shaki asked, ignoring Mrs. Trafalgar's disapproving look. "He lost a little too much blood, but besides he should be ok.

Rayleigh had followed them into the kitchen and now leaned against the doorframe. "How's the old man?" Law gave him a surprised look. "You know Whitebeard?" "Sure we do." Shaki answered. "He got shot, but somehow survived. He's probably bound to a hospital bed for a few weeks, though."

Rayleigh laughed. "As if the old man would stay in a hospital for more than a few days if he can avoid it." Law was getting a headache now. He didn't want to think about Whitebeard or Teach or anyone anymore. "Listen guys, I'm tired. I'll go sleep and drop by the hospital later again."

Useless to say that he didn't make it back to the hospital again that day.

Ok... I didn't quite expect the reaction I got for the last chapter.

Thank you all!

I'm too tired to write a lot about today's chapter.
Also, not sure if I'll be able to upload tomorrow night, as I'll be out with friends.

Reviews are always much appreciated!