First, I want to say a big thank you to everybody who has reviewed the first ten drabbles which I have posted. I have been much encouraged by all the kind things that were said. (smile)

Especially to FanFictionFan: thank you so much for taking the time to review almost every one of the drabbles. (grin) I enjoyed reading your reviews. I know I'm replying you a bit late…sorry!...but sure, go ahead to draw the scene from Drabble 6 if you still wish to. I'll love to see it!

Empty Fridge
Topic: Secret Fears
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Luffy/Sanji
Word Count: 298

Small stealthy steps…quietly…ease past the door…hee…I'm in!

Hmmm…kitchen seems empty. But careful! There's always traps!

Four steps forward, three to the left around dining table…eyes sharp for traps and ears keen for sound of leather shoes across the floorboards.

Strange, nothing.

Never mind, safe.

Fridge ahead…wrapping my fist around the handle…I'm drooling…

Pull!

Argh! Where's the meat!

Luffy's eyes snapped open with a gasp and he bolted upright in his hammock. He stared wildly into the darkness of the cabin, terrified, trying hard to slow his breathing.

"Luffy?" Sanji's voice was low and fuzzy with sleep. "What's wrong…hey, hey! What do you think you're doing?"

"Nightmare." He whimpered, clambering determinedly into the cook's hammock despite the protests and snuggling down.

Sanji cursed as he shifted hastily to make space for his captain, trying to balance the wildly swinging hammock and keep it from dumping them both to the floor. Then, he settled down with a resigned sigh. "So what is it?"

The familiar smell of kitchen mixed with cigarettes was a comfort as he whispered, "I dreamt I was trying to steal food from the fridge and…and there was no meat! None at all!"

A low chuckle rumbled pleasantly against his cheek. "Idiot. We've just re-stocked. There's plenty of meat. I'll make meat pies for breakfast and steaks for lunch, okay?"

"Thanks, Sanji."

"Yeah well, go to sleep."

Luffy smiled and buried his face tight against the blonde's shoulder. The cook's words had soothed the fears he had voiced, but only the solid warmth of the lanky frame against his side and the arm wrapped firmly around him could dispel the secret fear he hadn't.

Because a world where the Going Merry's fridge is devoid of meat and its galley empty of traps, is a world without Sanji.