Boom, some more changes to the story line here! My note at the bottom has a bit more of an explanation as to what's going to be happening soon.

I was in the forest. Looking around, I could hear things, but I couldn't see. Shadowy figures running by, screams of anguish. I could feel the heat of the flames that were slowly but surely creeping in. Then I was moving, I was being pulled by someone. I had to look up to see the same shade of pastel hair in front of me. Dark curls bounced on her shoulder as I recognized who it was. I knew where we were, and I also knew I couldn't stop what was going to happen. I was barely 10, to young to process what happened, but old enough to remember it for the rest of my life. I could do nothing now but go through the motions of what happened. Reliving it all over again.

-It's only a dream, you can wake up-

Tugging on Mama's hand she just shushed me and ran harder. But I didn't see where I was going and tripped over something in the dark. Falling on the ground I yelled for her to go. Mama didn't listen and they got us. Tears streaming down my face as I screamed and pleaded for them to let us go. To let Mama and Matty go. Matty's only 6 years old, it was way too soon for him. They only laughed and dragged me by my hair. It didn't matter how much I struggled, it was never going to be enough. I wasn't strong enough to be of any help.

We landed on Main Street. Looking up I saw the gallows, and people were hanging from them. My wide pale eyes looked in horror, Mayor Grove's arms locked around me trying to shield me from it. Mama had Matty in her arms, sobbing, crying as she called for Papa. Looking around the white jackets she called for him, but he wasn't there. The others laughed at her. I kept my eyes on the gallows and I saw a familiar face. The blank look on his face was one I was used to seeing, but hadn't in the past four years. That dark hair was hard for me to miss, or the yellow eyes staring ahead.

"DECLAN!" My screams snapped Mama's attention to the gallows as well. More people were on the stand, some little boys and girls my age. Then Declan pulled the lever. They dropped to their deaths. One of the boys up there was in my class, he sat right next to me. Ali, he was my friend. I saw the light from within go out, and it left the cold in this heated place. Reaching out for him I felt myself being ripped away. The flames around me ashed on me and singed my clothing. They danced around me as I was dragged away from some unknown force.

-It's only a dream, you CAN wake up-

"MAMA!" I called out for her. Fighting against the person holding me in their arms. Crying out for my mother, my father, Declan. Begging them to turn around and save Matty. I didn't care if I made it out, I needed Matty to make it. How could I be a good big sister if he didn't make it and I did? I was going to fail at being his protector if he didn't survive this! I promised Mama that I would always look after him, always save him! I couldn't do that if I wasn't with him!

"You need to calm down Ana-chan." Looking up at the source of the voice I saw a man with blond hair looking down at me. The tears started to flow down my face, hiccups, trying to form words to him. "I have someone else looking for your mother and brother don't worry."

-It's only a dream, YOU CAN WAKE UP-

Clinging on to his flimsy shirt he wore I curled up into him more. Willing it all away, it was just a nightmare. I would wake up and Mama would have some warm milk for me, I knew it. The screams filled my ears as I opened my eyes again. Children laying, kneeling in front of burnt objects. Then it hit me. Those were their parents, they were calling out for their parents to help them. Others mourning the loss of siblings. Holding on to Ace tighter I felt the need to throw up.

Then suddenly the heat of the flames dissipated as I was sailing through the air. Reaching out for the man I was already seeing his back as he ran into the fire again. Screaming out I landed in the arms of someone else that I didn't bother to look at. Clutching me to them as the ship made its way around to the center of the town. I prayed, to whoever was listening that he got Mama and Matty out. As we turned the corner I saw Declan still at the gallows. He still had a blank stare on his face as he pulled the lever. I looked at the faces at the wrong time. Mama was looking at me while holding Matty's hand. Reaching out, I felt my throat go hoarse.

-IT'S ONLY A DREAM, YOU CAN WAKE UP-

"MAMA! MATTY!" Fighting against the iron tight hold I ignored any words of comfort as they turned me from the scene. Tears completely blocking my vision as I felt the sobs rack my body. No, Mama, Matty they had to be okay. This is all just a nightmare, that's all. I needed to wake up now. I pinched and pulled on my cheeks, the tears coming harder as I realized that it wasn't a dream.

This was happening and I had just seen the light go out in my mother's eyes.

I had just seen Declan kill Mama and Matty.

He pulled the lever that had ended their lives.

"Hide the child there's a warlord and an admiral here." Turning at the words I saw the ship he was talking about. On the hull of the ship was a man. A long trench coat covered his body, and a large sword was on his back. Right behind him was another man, he had a white coat over himself. I opened my mouth again, but the blond had jumped on board.

"Get us out of here!Someone, get her inside!" My body didn't fight her as they brought me below the deck and I sobbed into their arms. Calling out for Mama, and Matty, and Papa still. Why? Why had Declan done that? The world started to go fuzzy as I heard someone coming down the steps. There were some words exchanged by him and whoever else was here with me, the latter left the room and I couldn't take the silence. My world had just been filled with screams and yells of orders being thrown around, and now it came to a screeching halt.

He hadn't gotten to them in time.

"It's only a dream…why can't I wake up?"

I was taken into his arms as I screamed out the sorrow and pain. I had failed Mama and Papa, Matty hadn't been able to get out in time. Here I was crying on a ship leaving them behind and there was nothing that I could do. The shrills of me pleading him to turn around were muffled as my head was squished into his chest by one of his large hands. My smaller ones pounding on his chest didn't do anything to him, but I kept hitting away anyways. The overwhelming need to hit something was here, and I could feel static in the air as I kept on crying. Nothing he said mattered anymore, no words could console me as I threw everything I had into those punches that didn't affect him.

Waking up I took in a large gulp of air. My chest heaving up and down harshly as I sat up. Taking in the room around me, I relaxed a little bit. I leaned forward and cradled my head in my hands. I could feel the moist streaks on my face as I breathed deep breathes in and out. Trying to regulate myself as I came down from my adrenaline rush. The heaving turned into silent sobs as I failed at calming myself down. Getting out of the bed I crossed the room and got in the bathroom.

It was only a dream.

Turning the light on I squinted at the reflection in the mirror. Wild hair, and equally looking eyes stared back at me. Red puffy eyes were not a sight I wanted to see. Running some cold water, I splashed it on my face to cool down the heated flesh, it was somewhat better than before. My eyes were still red, and hurt but the tears had stopped. Leaning my arms on the counter I rested my head on them. I was tired, and now had a pounding head ache that had nothing to do with the alcohol form earlier. Resting my hands on the counter top and gripping it hard I let my head fall, taking in the quietness of the room. In the silence I heard the door open.

Shutting off the light I stepped out to see Law walking into the room. He was looking at the bed before he turned to take in my state. The blank face settled into a frown, the way his eyes looked at me made me turn away. His hand gently took mine and lead me back to the bed. Getting under the covers I felt hot, removing my shirt and shorts from earlier I skillfully tossed them in the hamper. Curling up facing the wall I ignored the dip in the bed.

"Ana." His velvet voice was right in my left ear and I curled up more trying to will the shaking away. Strong arms came around and wrapped themselves around me. Moving closer, his warmth enveloped me completely. The shaking increased, it wasn't because I was cold. I was more embarrassed that he had caught me like this. Placing my hands over my face I took deep breaths, but they weren't working. My form was still shaking and the embarrassment was getting even worse now. I just had to breath slowly, calmly but the short, fast breathes weren't slowing down.

"You look like shit."

Choking a small laugh from my sobs I turned so I could face him. Burying my face in his chest I gripped the blanket in between us. His arms tightened around me, and he started to hum. It wasn't something I had heard before, in fact it sounded completely foreign to my ears. There were dips and pauses that didn't make sense to me, but I wasn't even sure if they were intentional. The tears did fall though, as I tried to find a song from my memory that may fit the tune. As I tried, I could feel the tears pour more as I realized, I couldn't even remember what my mother's voice had sounded like. I could see her talking, smiling, even laughing however it was all silent. I would never be able to hear it again, and with it I would never hear my brother's voice teaming with excitement at the shoreline.

Mostly I cried because of my younger brother. Matty was all my mother and I had. My father was never really in our lives, only popping in a few times that I could ever remember. Declan was a good 10 years older than me, so he was off before I was 7. The last time that I had seen either of them was years ago, in the New World. Matty was my whole world at the age of 10 years old. I never let him out of my sight, I was always with him. And he died all because I was looking behind us, and tripped on a root. A fucking root of all things.

I could feel Law's chest rumble as his deep voice carried out the tune he mustered for me. My chest hurt, and I knew it was the stitches in my heart from the past tearing it apart. They always did this. I'd put myself back together to next morning and months later they would just rip apart without warning. Alec used to be the one to hold me on the island, and before that was Ace. I couldn't tell when the tears had stopped and it became dry sobbing, or when those had even stopped. But I could tell you Law never stopped humming. I heard it as I trailed off into a dreamless sleep forever and a half later.

I felt like shit when I woke up. The warmth around me didn't even matter. While I would bask in it for a while I didn't even care right now. My eyes felt so heavy, but I needed to open them. I needed to get up out of this bed and continue with my day, but as I tried to sit up, arms kept me pinned where I was. Protesting against the cage they made I let out a soft whine. Picking up my head I was inches away from Trafalgar Law's face. I tried my best to glare at him, but it didn't really work. Placing a hand on my head, he shoved it back to his chest. Cradling it there, while his other hand worked out some knots in my hair.

Turning onto his back, so I was on top of him, he got back to work. Facing the desk, and the small light that was on I frowned. It had to of been late morning, but here we were. Me laying on him, and him playing with my hair. It was certainly relaxing, but I needed to get up and do something, not wallow in self-pity. Patting his chest, he groaned as an answer, but as soon as I pick my head up a hand would come and place it back down. We did this a number of times, each time I'd fail since he would only let my raise it a few inches.

"Law, I can't just lay here and do nothing." I finally spoke towards the desk, seeing as how I couldn't face him.

"You had carbon monoxide poisoning last night. You're not going anywhere but here, or in the infirmary with me." I sighed and let my body sag on to his. Not that it made much of a difference I now weighed barely 120. As skinny as Law looked, I knew he was hard muscle I had it right under me right now. Letting my hands fist the soft fabric of his undershirt I got curious. The muscles were tensing and relaxing to my slightly wandering hands, as they swept across his chest.

"You slept with a shirt on last night." I stated to him, and his hands paused for a moment, then continued. I could just feel the smirk on his face, I didn't even have to look.

"Would you prefer it off?" I rolled my eyes at the stupid question, and lightly smacked his broad chest.

"It's just a first is all." I adjusted my legs so one was settled next to his on the bed, and the other draped across his hip. This position was much more comfortable, being able to wrap myself further into his warmth. Taking as much as I could in, it wasn't often I was this warm in bed so I was going to take advantage of it.

"Do you normally check my state of undress while I'm sleeping Ana-ya?" Yup the heat on my face was from the carbon monoxide.

"Nope, but I wouldn't be surprised if you did." I knew about my lack of clothing at the moment, but I couldn't care. The new red lace bra, and matching cheeky panties were among my new favorites. His chuckle vibrated his chest, and I bit my lip so I wouldn't smile. Nope, was not going to let this side of him get to me. While he could be cute and cuddly here, everywhere else Law was a dick. I closed my eyes as I felt his work out the last of the knots and run his finger through my hair a couple times. Then he wrapped his arms around my bare waist, pressing me closer to him. His face in my hair just on the top of my head.

"Sometimes, when I get up." I smacked his chest again and he laughed. Not chuckled, laughed. I smiled at that, like a little school girl and I was so embarrassed by it. "Although I like the new pajamas, I much prefer watching you walk around in my clothes."

I raised an eyebrow at that. Turning my head so it rested on his chest I looked him in his stormy eyes. They were so open and care free at the moment, making him look his age of 24. At times like this it was hard to see him as the fearsome Dark Doctor. Supernova Trafalgar Law, the Surgeon of Death. He looked more like a young man who didn't have any troubles. It was a sight I'd like to see more of, but it scared me in some ways. Even if he didn't look like it, he was a dangerous man, I just hadn't seen it yet. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to, to get names like that he would have to be a sadist for real not just my joking. Clearing the thoughts, I tried to conjure something to lighten my mood.

"Possessive much?" The joking tone in my voice rang out in the silence. The eyebrow raised at me told another story though, and I quickly turned my head back to the desk. Well, it somewhat lightened my mood, and made something inside me go all warm and fuzzy. Closing my eyes, I hated how easy it was to fall asleep on top of this bastard, but welcomed the peaceful dreams anyway.

The sub had surfaced at some point in time. I had seen the light come through the port hole, but wasn't allowed to leave. The bastard said something bout 18 hours of supervised rest. I asked how he could be supervising me when he was asleep himself. Not really having the chance to take in his face until that moment I saw bags under his eyes. They weren't the usual ones, these were darker and heavier. Rolling my eyes at him, I gently tapped his cheek scolding him for staying awake this long. His only response was to guide my head back onto his chest and shove his face in my hair. There was a weird calming atmosphere around us lately, and I wasn't sure I was feeling about it. I actually wanted him to be a sadistic bastard, I knew how to handle that with grace. This cuddly version of him was a complete 180 and I was struggling with it.

After a couple more hours of sleep, I was released and I didn't hesitate to jump up. Grabbing some clothes, I rushed into the bathroom. Turning the shower on I finally could use my new products. The passion fruit, aloe shampoo and conditioner were amazing, there was a cooling effect on my scalp that felt nice. I could feel the slightly rough locks turn into pure silk as they were properly conditioned with care instead of that all in one I'm sure Law abused. Lathering myself in the jasmine, vanilla body wash I felt so much better. While using Law's mint body wash was practical, I felt bad for using it so much. Maybe the next island I buy him some more, or something like rosewater scented shower melt. Smirking at the idea I turned the faucet off.

Stepping out I grabbed the two-toned towel and dried off my body so I could get dressed. Nude lace bra and thong set were already laid out on the counter, and I smirked at them. Grabbing some light blue acid washed shorts I yanked them on my body, and a red half shirt. Once I was dressed I began to brush my teeth, not liking the fact it was already past noon and I still hadn't done this. I ran my tongue along my teeth as I felt for any plaque left behind, we may have a doctor on board but I wasn't too sure how well he was with dentistry. Finishing up in the bathroom I opened the door and crossed the room to the hamper, putting my dirty clothes and towel in it. Thinking back, I hadn't done laundry this week, sighing I realized it was probably me who was going to do it.

Turning back around I opened my mouth to ask the captain if he wanted anything washed, but he wasn't there. He must have up and left when I jumped at the chance to get in the bathroom. Oh, well his loss. Letting the dirty clothes be, I made my way up to the deck. Some of the guys were already there, and so was Bepo. The latter was sleeping, and the former were drunk. To say I was surprised was a lie, there was no way I was. Sitting down next to Keith, the male smiled at me and started raving about how he thought I was dead.

"You didn't show up for breakfast this morning and neither did Captain!" His hands were in the air for a more dramatic effect.

"Yeah, we thought that the Captain had finally offed you!" Shachi was so drunk I wasn't sure he knew who he was talking to. I laughed at him anyway, yeah Law was offing me alright. I rolled my eyes at the dirty thoughts running inside of it, the stockings and heels came to mind but I shook them away. I was not going to sleep with Law. The little voice in the back of my head spoke, I wasn't sure if it was a statement or me trying to convince myself of something.

"Nah, he said that I had gotten carbon monoxide poisoning." After the comment the group went quiet, and it was freaking me out. "Guys?" After some more silence Penguin spoke up.

"Um, yeah. That sorta explains why the Captain busted in my room at almost 4 am this morning." A hand on his chin as he tried to remember what happened last night.

"He was rip shit over the level of it in the cleaning station area. When we double checked it, it was at an almost deadly level. Something Rick should have seen, but he was asleep." Keith offered up for my confused expression.

So, Law had actually heard my yells last night? The poisoning could explain why I had seen Declan's face. Hell, it would more than explain why I saw the other pairs of boots. But, if he was up and yelling at the crew then that also explains why he was coming back to the room so late. Aw shit. I owed Law a thank you, for saving my life. My mood went through a number of changes at this thought. I did not want to go find him and thank him, who knew how he was going to take it. I had seen Penguin do something similar a few weeks ago when maintenance didn't go completely smooth and Law had his head for a few hours...literally. It wasn't really on my to-do list. There had to be something I could do though. The idea came to me when I heard Caleb talking about upcoming physicals for the crew before we ported at the next island in a couple days.

Getting up I called out a goodbye to the guys, who were sad I wasn't day drinking. However the impending doom of giving me alcohol while the resident doctor/captain had forbid it was to great. No one wanted to be the one that had to explain to him why they had given a person who was recovering alcohol specially when Law had said there was to be none. Turning into the sub I tried my best to find a certain room. After a series of trials and fails I finally found it after about forty-five minutes of looking. I opened the door to the infirmary. I knew that I was going to regret this but, who cares I was taught to be grateful for those who saved my life. Looking around the desk for a couple moments I couldn't find a filing cabinet or anything of the sort. Where would Law keep their medical files? I could add somethings to it, and the next time he'd look he'd probably be happy about it. He didn't really like the fact that there were so many holes in my file, my fingers halted slightly as I willed away the images of flames.

"Is there a reason why you're rummaging through my desk?"

Fuck.

Turning around I leaned on the desk with a sheepish smile. Scratching the back of my head I tried to think of something to day. My mind was drawing a blank as I look at Law, I wasn't sure why I was so surprised at him being in here, but I certainly didn't have anything up my sleeve to use incase I got caught. My cheeks were heating up again from embarrassment and I couldn't take it. I tried racking my brain for any given reason of why I would be in here, but nothing came to me. I could lie about taking Ace's food, or even money from a government official, but not to my captain at the moment...some pirate I was. He was leaning against the door jamb with his arms crossed over his chest fingers drumming on each other as he waited for my response. The blank stare looking at me wasn't giving me anything as he continued to stare at my face. It was after a few more moments of silence that my mind started to work again and I could think again.

"I was looking for aloe, I burned my cheeks the other day and they're still tender." I said with the straightest face I would possibly pull. While it's true my cheeks were slightly tender still, I knew he wouldn't buy it. Raising an eyebrow at me he made his way to a cabinet by the exam table. Patting it softly as he passed I groaned, but none the less hopped up onto it.

"You should have come right after it happened, getting it treated right away." I rolled my eyes since he couldn't see me. He wasn't going to call me on my bullshit answer, and I wasn't going to sit here and stew over it.

"It was just annoying me today when I went outside, so I came now." I called out as he walked towards the medicine cabinet off to the side.

Watching him stretch his long limbs to get the green liquid in the back of the cabinet, I tried not to let my eyes roam him. A sliver of tan skin was revealed when he stretched and the sweatshirt went with him. Averting my eyes from his body completely I frowned at myself. I wasn't going to appraise his body for any reason, much less than the fact I just found it appealing. I couldn't afford it, I had to keep my eye on the prize in the end no matter what. I had been around attractive men all my life, I wasn't going to succumb to this one. I didn't exactly have a track record of being able to keep people safe, the last island a very isolated situation. I could feel myself getting lost in my own thoughts as Law started talking again.

"How long ago did Patty make it onto your island." Frowning even more I looked up and leaned on my hands, studying the blank ceiling. Trying to find something interesting on the white canvas but finding nothing.

"It was months after I had decided to call it home. Not even a year when that damn ship showed up in the harbor." I narrowed my eyes on some beakers in the distance. "Something about the perfect location for a base in that side of the Grand Line. Peaceful waters compared to the New World, and he was right about that." Law, who had been getting some rags stopped and looked at me.

"You've been in the New World?" I didn't register the change in his tone, so I kept going.

"Yeah, we had just crossed into it when the ship went down and we thought we lost Ace. Then Pops came out of nowhere with him, saying that he was his son now. I had actually jumped on the ship and yelled that he was my brother, so he was coming back with me." I smiled slightly at the memory. "We fought for a bit like siblings do, then Pops decided that I was to be his favorite daughter. I spent some time at sea with them, until they decided that I wasn't quite ready for life on the sea." Hm, I should probably look up the name of that island, lived there for four years and didn't know that name of it. The coolness pressed onto my cheeks caught my attention from memory lane. I really needed to stop visiting it so much lately.

"Keep this pressed here for a few moments." Doing as instructed I saw Law sit in his seat, backwards and wheel into the desk. Opening the last drawer and pulling out a file. Oh, that's where he kept them. I tucked the piece of information away for another time when he wasn't around and I could get back to doing something nice for him.

"Now," His voice finally caught my ears, a dangerous tone lingered in his deep voice. The sharp look in his eyes meant business too. Dropping the rags, I looked at him with hardened eyes. "I'm going to ask you some questions, and you will answer me fully and completely this time Anastasia." His tone was definitive, like any normal captain demanding their order be fulfilled.

"About what?" The edge in my tone was placed there purposely, see this wasn't the Law I liked.

The other version was better to deal with right now, I was suddenly wishing I had stayed in bed. Or not come down to this fricken place thinking I was going to be able to just add some notes to my won file for him. This was something I thought I could deal with on my own if I ever got back out into the pirating world. I knew most captains would like to know more about big name players out in the Gran Line. There wasn't a single person on the sea who hadn't at least heard of Pops or Ace at this point. I had aknowledge to the crew and him on multiple occasions that I had been there. I had just admitted to Law that I had sailed into the New World, I knew things that could either make or break most crews. How naïve I was thinking it would be easily to sway my captain into looking for his answers elsewhere. My thoughts banished when he rolled up right in front of me.

"About White Beard-ya and Fire Fist-ya. Starting with their abilities." I could feel the pressure in the room drop and nearly see the static that was now bouncing between us across this tension.

Ah...this wasn't going to end well.

Here we are, another one down, and I'm going to pull down the forward chapters later this week or early next week. I've reread the story a few times, and tried to see it from the outside prospective which has lead me to reworking a lot of stuff. I didn't like how things didn't match up with the long run of One Piece, nor that things seemed out of place to me. I had questions and I was the one who wrote the story, over 10 years ago mind you but I just want to try an correct it. The more well known things like character won't change, just some roles and their ages. I'm trying to stick to canon as much as I can, but still give Ana the spotlight I had wanted for her when I started this adventure. Sorry for such long pauses between updates and the actually story continuing, please stick with me for just a while more so we can finish this strong !