This wasn't a hangover.

He absolutely refused to believe this was a hangover.

After-all he just didn't get hangovers, only a mild headache at worst that he tended to shrug off. He's always thought people who 'suffered' from hangovers were just complainers and should suck it up and get on with it.

But this...

This was...hell. He had to be dying or something.

The door slammed open, sounding like a gunshot to his sensitive brain

'Good Morning! '

He clutched his head and glared with bleary eyes at the suspciously cheerful Nami who'd just appeared in his doorway.

'Can you please shut up?'

She raised her eyebrows and strode over, plonking a tray of what looked like soup down next to him.

'This is an old hangover cure my foster mother used to make. Or maybe it was a cold cure I forget. Either way it's good for you so eat up.'

The very thought of food made him naseous and whatever was in the bowl didn't look paticularly appetising so he shook his head (then regretted it as the movement made it feel like his brain was banging against the insides of his skull). Nami's face sudenly darkened rather ominiously and he pre-emptively winced.

'I'd like you to know I just spent the last two hours in the kitchen making this. I didn't even let Sanji help me despite the fact he seemed really desperate to do it himself.'

Had he not been feeling so crap Zoro would have snickered at the mental image of Sanji hovering around Nami as she systematically destroyed his kitchen, torn between protecting his beloved kitchen and not wanting to upset his 'Nami-san'. Then the realisation hit him that she'd actually been in the kitchen for two hours trying to make something for him. Even if it looked like she'd failed horribly.

Aw damnit, he was going to have to eat it wasn't he?

'Thanks.'

He picked up the spoon and fished around experimentally in the sludge, wondering what the lumps were supposed to be. Pulling out a spoonful he looked up into Nami's expectant face and shoved it in his mouth quickly before he had time to change his mind.

'It's good right?'

He swallowed grimly and forcibly repressed the urge to heave.

'Yeah. It's great.'

He couldn't quite decide whether the smile on her face made up for the taste or not. Hoping she wasn't going to sit and make sure he finished the bowl, he faked swallowing a few more spoonfuls (making sure that nearly all of it went back in the bowl) and then put it down. At her quizzical look he placed a hand on his stomach,

'Still feeling sick, can't keep much down. Don't want to eat too much.'

They sat in companionable silence for a moment before Nami observed,

'You still reek of alcohol by the way, we should dump you in the ocean for awhile to get rid of the stench.'

He honestly wondered why he was ever nice to this woman sometimes, all she did was berate and torment him. And get herself into situations where he had to save her and usually got himself wounded in the process. Actually he was pretty damn sure if you removed Nami from the equation his life would be a whole, whole lot easier.

But alot less interesting.

'Anyway I'll leave you to get some rest, you look awful.'

Grunting a responce he turned his back to her and closed his eyes. After a moment he felt her tug the covers furthur over his shoulders.

'I'm not a child you know,' he told her without opening his eyes.

She huffed audibly at his comment

'Well you act like it sometimes.'

'Do not.'

Even as he said it he was aware it sounded very petulant and...well... childish. But he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of admitting it.

The hammock swayed as Nami sat down next to him, so close he could feel the rasp of her cotton shirt against his bare back.

'Thought you were leaving.'

'Changed my mind. Not a crime is it?'

Despite the overpowering headache and the rolling nausea in his stomach he couldn't help a small grin.

'Well just be quiet and let me get some rest then.'

For once she actually listened to him and settled down silently next to him, draping her arms loosely about his waist. It felt...nice. Comforting and oddly natural.

'Have a nice nap, you drunken idiot.'

He heard her murmur quietly and as he slipped down into sleep he thought he felt the soft pressure of her lips against his for the briefest moment.