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Chapter 3: Suggestive

Law sighed into his cup of coffee. 'What the hell am I going to do with her?' he thought. She was officially a member of his crew, but that was only because she amused him. She could be absolutely useless in a fight. And Law didn't need any dead weight on his crew. 'I guess I'll wait till we spot marines to test her abilities. If she's useless she has to go.'

Sighing again Law went to the lounge to rest. He was in no way tired, but there wasn't much else he could do. He'd already finished his work. When he got to the lounge he found a stack of medical books that he'd place there in case he got bored. 'Glad I did that.' He picked up the top book and sat down on the couch.

It wasn't until 6 that morning that he felt exhaustion tugging his eyelids closed. Sighing, he placed the book back on the pile and went back to his room. He opened the door and looked to his bed. Valerie had moved into the corner and was curled up in the fetal position. Law laid down and closed his eyes. 'Wonder how she'll react in the morning.' He thought. With a smirk on his face he fell asleep.

When Valerie woke up the next morning, the first thing she realized was that she wasn't in her own bed. Her bed wasn't that soft. Second, her pillow wasn't a pillow. Pillows don't move and they surely don't breathe. Nor do they smell like sexy gods. Third, her 'pillow' was Trafalgar Law's chest. The Death Surgeon. Trafal-

A dark blush lit up her cheeks and quick spread to the rest of her body like wild fire. 'How the hell did I end up in the same bed and 'Death Surgeon' Trafalgar Law?!' she thought. Inside she was panicking and nearly dying for the shock of waking up sleeping on one of the most powerful rookies that currently roomed the Grand Line. On the outside, she was stiff as a board with a look of pure terror and shock on her face. She seriously wondered how her eyes hadn't popped out of her head. She sighed.

'Now that she's recovered from the shock, my inner fan girl is squealing and I wish I could do the same.' But she knew that Law was an insomniac and so any sleep he got was a blessing. 'Guess I'll just go back to sleep for now.' She snuggled into his chest and quickly drifted back into a deep sleep.

Law had woken up a few moments after Valerie and felt when she went stiff. He'd half expected her to scream or squeal. He got this little theory from the way she'd acted yesterday. She seemed completely dazed by him, and this led him to the conclusion that she was a diehard fangirl.

He'd already known that if he got in the same bed as her he'd regret it in the morning -afternoon- but it was his room and he wasn't about to sleep on the couch in the lounge. He'd already prepared himself for any of her fangirling. What he didn't prepare for, was her to cuddle closer to him and go back to sleep.

He yawned. It was too early in the afternoon for all this oddity. He resigned himself to figure it out in the morning.

"Oi."Law said. Irritation clear in his voice. Valerie grumbled and turned her back to him. Law stood over her and was glaring down at the poor girl. He grabbed a pillow and threw it harshly at her head. She groaned and turned back to him.

"Five more minutes." She yawned. Law removed the pillow and lightly tugged at her hair. She was nakama now, so he didn't want to really hurt her.

"No. Get up." He said firmly.

"But I'm still sleepy!" She whined and pulled her hair away from him.

"Too bad. Get up, that's an order." Slowly and sluggishly, she sat up. Her hair stood up in a million different directions and she had two dried lines of drool coming from either side of her mouth. Her eyes were half closed and her mouth hung open slightly. She fell back and stretched like a cat. Her back arching off the bed and she groaned as her spine popped.

Law sighed and pulled her to her feet, much to her surprise. Holding on to her wrist he pulled her to a door. "This is the bathroom. Try to make yourself more presentable. There are clothes in there for you to change into. Got it?" Valerie nodded tiredly and stepped inside the white walled room. In fact, everything was white. The shower curtain, the small rug, the towels and washcloths, the counter tops, everything.

"He's a surgeon to his very core." She grumbled unhappily and turned on the water. Grabbing one of the white washcloths from the counter, she sluggishly dragged herself into the shower. Once under the hot water, she finally started to wake up.

Law stood outside the door for a full minute. He was waiting just in case she tripped and nearly killed herself. When he heard the water turn out, he moved away and sat on his bed with a sigh. Suddenly he an image flashed through his head. It was of Valerie stretching. His breathe hitched and he stood up and sat instead at his desk. She was nakama. Off limits. For now.