P.E.R.C.Y. J.A.C.K.S.O.N.

Go find your friends, Calypso had said. It'll be fun. I'll see you when you come back.

Watching Tashigi fight the harpy in the Biscuit Room all while fulfilling his new job as the Strawhats' resident Space Heater, Leo decided that his girlfriend needed to reevaluate her definition of 'fun'.

"You're seriously not gonna do anything to help her?" Leo said incredulously.

Zoro shrugged, "Why should I? She said to stand back."

"Huh," said Leo, "I never pegged you for a feminist."

Zoro snorted, "You've known me for less than a day and you already have me figured out?"

Well…yeah. Growing up in foster homes, then fighting monsters on the regular as a teen, Leo had to be able to read people at first glance; it had saved his life on numerous occasions.

But like Zoro said, they'd only known each other for less than a day; there was no need to start divulging Leo's life story just yet.

The harpy dug her talons into Tashigi's shoulder, snarling in delight at the gasp of pain her icy powers illicited from the marine.

"Aaand that's enough of that," Leo made to go help the marine, but Zoro was already on it. With a slash from his sword, Monet dropped Tashigi and fell to the ground.

"I-I- NO!" Monet spluttered, crawling away from Zoro, "You won't cut me! I'm a woman!"

"You seem to have a lot of faith in that," Zoro agreed, giving her a creepy, feral smirk, "But tell me, have you ever met a wild animal that you were sure wouldn't bite?"

Leo pondered the question. The obvious answer was no, but Zoro comparing himself to a wild animal seemed a little gauche to the son of Hephaestus.

Leo cursed his ADHD. While he'd been thinking of wild animals, Zoro had slashed the harpy straight down the middle.

"I don't get it," he said aloud, "Why isn't she dust yet?"

"You didn't use haki," Tashigi realized, "I was right! You are a misogynist!"

"D-didn't u-use h-haki," Monet said breathily, trying and failing to reform, "I'll show you!"

Tashigi slashed the harpy diagonally across the chest. This time, she fell in a hail of blood.

"Blood, huh?" said Leo, inching closer to inspect the harpy, "So you're not a harpy?"

Monet bared her fangs at him, "Of course I am, you imbecile. My Devil Fruit made me more human-like."

Leo pulled his Celestial-Bronze hammer out of his pouch, "Then Tartarus is gonna suck for you, snow lady."

Leo smacked her over the head and finally, Monet crumbled to dust.

"W-what was that?" said Tashigi, "What happened to her?"

"She's not dead," Leo assured the Marine, "She'll be back…eventually."

Tashigi put a hand on her hip and huffed, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Before Leo could come up with a suitable lie, Zoro had scooped him under one arm, Tashigi under another.

"What the Hades?"

"Put me down, Roronoa!"

"Shut up!" Zoro barked at them, "We need to go!"

Leo glanced behind them at the wave of purple billowing towards them, "Holy Hephaestus. Lead on, Mr. Wild Animal."

O.N.E. P.I.E.C.E.

"Any change?"

Franky turned from the porthole and sighed, "Nah. Sunny's doing ok, but if we go out there, we're toast."

"It's a good thing I didn't try to bloom an eye outside, then," said Robin.

Franky crossed the galley to join her on the squishy red sofa tucked into the corner, "Now what?"

"We wait for either the gas to clear," said Robin, "Or Luffy to save the day."

Franky sank down into the sofa, letting his considerable weight difference tilt Robin onto his lap, "So more of the usual, then?"

Robin flashed him a coy smile, "I'm sure we can think of some way to pass the time."

Franky gave her a feral grin, "Woman, you're gonna be the death of me someday."

Robin got to her feet, "Someday, but not today. Now then, you keep your guitar in here, yes? Why don't you teach me how to play?"

"Oi, oi…"

P.E.R.C.Y. J.A.C.K.S.O.N.

It was a blisteringly hot day on the island of San'iaq. Heat rippled off the dusty concrete roads in shimmering waves, coating everything from the stout, stone buildings to the pale blue sky, to the locals milling about, in a sleepy haze.

Law might've been able to bear this heat, had his first mate, Bepo, not seen fit to remind him every five seconds of it.

"I'm a polar bear, boss!" Bepo whined, "I'll die if I don't find shade!"

The tick in Law's temple throbbed violently.

"Fine," he bit out, "Take the others and find us our provisions."

"I knew it!" Bepo cheered, "You hate this heat too! Thanks Boss!"

The Polar Bear sped off before Law could say anything else, disappearing in a cloud of dust.

"He's an interesting one."

Law's attention jerked to the only voice speaking his language. To his left, one vendor selling thick, leather-bound tomes was competing with another vendor selling pungent, green fruits to see who could declare their wares the loudest to the only shopper paying them any attention: a woman in a simple, grey robe.

"Your polar bear," the woman continued, "Yes, I'm talking to you, boy," she added sharply as Law took a step back, "And no, I'm not here for your head."

Law's eyes narrowed, "Why don't you face me then? Prove you're not a bounty hunter or a Marine."

The woman chuckled and finally, turned to face him, "You are so like your father, you know that?"

After many years spent at sea, most of those on the run from Doflamingo, Law had learned to never show emotion; it was a sign of weakness, and weakness got pirates killed.

But those stern, calculating grey eyes studying him as if he were a mildly interesting science experiment were enough to catch him off guard, to say the least.

"You know my father," he said calmly.

The woman unwrapped her silvery turban to reveal a head of glossy black hair and a face far too pale to belong to a local. She tossed him her turban.

"Here," said the woman, "You never know when you'll need the protection."

"I've already-,"
"Better protection than your silly fur hat, boy!" she said irritatedly, "I know you have better brains than that."

Law's hand drifted to the sword on his back, "How-,"

The woman was at him faster than he could blink.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Trafalgar," she assured the surgeon, "My name is Athena. It's high time you and I had a chat."

One might think that the day he met his mother would have drastically changed his life, but Law grew up surrounded by drastic changes. Learning he was half-god was certainly surprising, but Law had always been skilled at adapting to new surroundings; it's what had kept him alive for so long.

So several months ago, when he gave his heart to Caesar, Law had written it off as adapting.

Gods, everyone would smack his head for being so stupid when they found out that Vergo now had it.

"Get up, Law."

The pain in his chest was so intense that it melted his senses together in a blend of agony and shame. Through it all, Law managed to glare at the man he once called his comrade.

He was rewarded with a bone-snapping hit from Vergo's stick.

"Gah!"

"Is this the best you can do?" Vergo sneered.

Law growled. Pain or not, he would not be made such a fool. He pulled himself to his feet.

"Are you guys frustrated because your scheme is crashing down around you?" he panted defiantly, "This thing must be really important to you."

The S.A.D tank loomed ominously over them, stretching up into the dark recesses of the ceiling.

Vergo smirked and squeezed the object of Law's stupidity once more, "Watch your mouth, child."

Blinding pain laced through Law's chest, bending him over in agony at Vergo's feet. He had to try something, anything.

Room!

Vergo sent him flying with a haki-infused kick, knocking his heart out of his hands again. Law hit the rail with a sickening crunch and a howl of pain.

Counter Shock!
A small explosion smacked Vergo in the face, sending tendrils of smoke and electricity into the air.

"I have a message from Joker," Vergo said calmly as if the attack hadn't torn a gash in his shoulder, "He said what a waste."

"Vergo, you bastard!"

A tunnel of smoke barreled into Vergo, sending him flying back ten, twenty, thirty feet.

"Smoker!"

Law didn't get a chance to say anything to the Marine beyond that before he clashed with Vergo in a stunning display of physical strength.

"Law, pay attention!"

It was only thanks to her quick reflexes that Annabeth, who'd appeared out of thin air at Law's side, managed to avoid getting her head lobbed off by Law's sword.

"Easy!" she hissed, "The Marine bought us some time but I don't think it's going to last. Here!"

She shoved Law's heart at him.

"How did you manage that?"

Annabeth waved the hat in her other hand, "Old gift from mom plus the Marine's distraction to avoid Vergo's observation haki, just hurry up, will you?"

Warm relief spread through Law as he shoved his heart back into place. He was whole again. Now, he could fight properly. He eyed his new-found sister appreciatively.

"Not that I don't appreciate the help, but I was under the impression you didn't like me."

Annabeth rolled her stormy grey eyes, "Like and trust are different, Law, you know that. Trust is something no one should give out freely."

"But you like me?"

Annabeth unsheathed her sword, "Still haven't decided yet."

Meanwhile, Smoker and Vergo were trading heavy blows in mid-air.

Correction-Smoker was throwing everything he had at Vergo while the traitor stood there and smirked.

"Are you satisfied yet, Smoker-kun?" Vergo sneered. There was a moment of silence. Then, Vergo plowed a haki-infused fist into Smoker's gut, sending him smashing into the far-off railing.

"It doesn't matter if you believe in justice or not," Vergo continued, "If you're weak, your values mean nothing to anyone."

"He kind of has a point there," Law heard Annabeth mutter under her breath.

Each time Smoker got up again was more spectacular than the last. The devil-fruit user coated the room in plumes of billowing smoke so thick that the demigods couldn't see the fight in front of them.

"Gah!"

"It's no use," Annabeth realized as Vergo sent Smoker flying once more, "He's not going to win, is he?"

"No," Law agreed, "But now that I have my heart, I should be able to take Vergo down."

"If you can move Vergo over here," said Annabeth, gears racing, "I can get to Smoker and pull him to safety. You need to seriously distract him though, otherwise his observation haki is going to be a problem."

"Understood," said Law. The Op-Op Fruit user offered his sister his hand, "Don't die?"

Annabeth gave it a firm shake, "No promises."
With that, Annabeth vanished into thin air.

O.N.E. P.I.E.C.E.

"Percy?"

Chopper was a proud reindeer, but he knew when to admit that he was out of his league.

Take now, for instance. All he could do to save Mocha was spew facts in Percy's ear on exactly where the poison coiled around Mocha's organs, how the poison was affecting the young girl and what areas took priority in poison extrication.

The stream of toxic purple liquid continued to pour out of the incision on Mocha's chest in an arc, landing carefully in a metal basin that the marines were monitoring on Chopper's orders.

At the center of it all was Percy Jackson, working tirelessly with powers that after two years, Chopper was still puzzling over, to do what Chopper couldn't.

While Chopper knew that Percy needed full concentration, it was still unnerving to get no response from his friend.

The room gave a loud rumble.

"We need to move," Chopper decided, "Mocha is stable enough for transport."
"Are you sure, Tanuki-bro?" asked one of the marines.

Another loud quake punctuated the stale air.

"If we stay here, we'll all die along with Mocha," said Chopper, "Can you carry Mocha again?"

"You know it!"

"Percy," Chopper said more urgently as the marines picked up Mocha with the two Strawhats still on her chest, "Percy, you need to close. There's too much poison in the air to expose an open incision to it."

Chopper put a hoof on Percy's arm and the demigod gasped, the glow fading from his eyes. Percy looked around wildly, "Chopper? Where are we going? Why are we moving?"

Chopper frowned. Percy was pale, shaking and unable to look Chopper in the eyes.

"Just close Mocha; I'll explain on the way."