A/N: A Law x Oc story that has been plaguing me for sometime now, badgering me to write and upload it. It should hopefully be completed in ten chapters, fifteen max. The story is rated M for mature content, such as language, sex and other naughty things. I promise this is no Mary-Sue. The story mainly revolves around Law, which by the way I really hope I got a good grasp on his character since he could be a tricky one to portray, so if anyone has and suggestions, comments or criticisms please feel free to inform and correct me in a review. Hope you enjoy :)

I don't own One Piece

The infirmary had always been his safe haven for when sinister thoughts ran wild as they often did, itching for limbs to slice and dice, mix and match as he pleased. Latex and rubbing alcohol filled the young surgeon's nostrils, bringing him a sense of comfort as he stared at the empty operating table with a frown. How could he satisfy his twisted need to reconstruct a human being when he lacked a body to work on? People have been in a good state of health nowadays and Trafalgar Law couldn't help his feeling of disappointment.

Law began the lengthy process of decontaminating his tools, a process which he considered 'bonding time' with the instruments that aided him in countless surgeries. Law had always been very in tune with his tools and operating space, detecting even the slightest changes or differences in his territory, such as his table being moved too many inches to the left or whether his tools have been touched. In this particular case, he notices an unusual amount of silence. It was rather distracting.

Law listened carefully to the silence, trying to decipher the foreign language. It was by standing completely still in concentration did he discover the lack of faint, miniscule vibrations that usually coursed throughout his submarine. This fact led to the realization that the usual, practically inaudible hum of life from his vessel was no longer present and rose great concern in Law.

His ship had a malfunction, a sickness that can only be cured by a mechanic; a qualification he himself and the rest of his crew lack.

He quickly left the comfort of his infirmary and headed straight for the control room, which is usually under the ex-pirate captain, Jean Bart's supervision.

"What's the diagnosis?" Law sighs.

"Unexpected engine failure. We can't fix it but we can get a replacement when we hit land." The large man explains.

"Very well then. See if you can bring us to surface so we can put the sails in place."

"Yes, Captain."

Hands in his pockets, Law exited the room without another word. Sails were slow and tedious, tacking on an extra day or two to their estimated sixteen-hour journey but hiccups like this were to be expected one way or another. The submarine let out a loud moan of protest as she used what was left of her engine strength to bring the crew to the ocean's surface.

Law stepped out to the deck, pleased to see that his crewmates have already gone to work on retrieving the sails but unfortunately their cooperation with each other was less than desirable.

"Dammit Shachi, you're gonna end up putting our logo upside down again!"

"I know what I'm doing Penguin so shut your trap!"

The two crewmates played tug of war with the sails until a certain white bear decided enough was enough.

"Just give me the sails you two! Captain wants these up right away and you're wasting time!" Bepo growls, grabbing a fist full of sail to yank out of Shachi and Penguin's hands but when he does, the long, dreadful sound of torn fabric immediately puts an end to the argument.

"Congratulations," Law speaks, his calm tone having the opposite effect on his crewmembers who stiffen in pure horror. "It appears you have sealed our fate and damned us all."

With no engines or sails, the submarine is just a sitting duck out in the unforgiving ocean and it was only a matter of time before provisions were depleted, resulting in a slow death of starvation. The clumsy crewmates run about the deck as the situation finally sinks in, striking panic. The three throw themselves at their captain's feet, looking up at him with desperation.

"What are we going to do, Captain?" Bepo whines.

For the first time ever, Law hadn't the slightest idea what the next course of action should be. The strategic surgeon always had a secondary plan for every possible scenario that could occur on his ship but he had never taken account for his crew's stupidity.

Law shakes the paws that clutched the bottom of his spotted pants with a heavy sigh. "I don't know Bepo, but considering that this is your mess, I suggest you start working on a solution."

With that being said, Law turns on his heel, leaving the three of them to decide on how to reverse this situation.

Law sat at the desk in his cabin, arms folded to rest his head as his mind slowly slips into the brink of insanity. Several weeks have gone by, two in which he hasn't had a bite to eat and his mind of medical expertise envisions the step by step breakdown of his body, which he estimates to be at the stage of getting nourishment from protein, deteriorating what muscle mass he had on his lean form. It drove the doctor mad, being well aware of the physiological consequences of starvation yet there was nothing he could do about it. If left in his own thoughts any longer, Law was pretty sure he would succumb to lunacy before death.

Fortunately enough, the urgent rapping on his door pulled him away from his thoughts, delaying the mania just a little while longer.

"Captain! We're saved! It's a miracle!"

Law's head snapped up and alert, the excitement and happiness in Shachi and Penguin's voices foreign as he had grown accustomed to the groaning and sheer misery of his crewmembers aboard the malfunctioned vessel. Law quickly stood to his feet, fighting away the faint dizziness as he opened the door and allowed the two men to lead him to the source of their salvation.

Law followed them outside the deck and his lips quickly fell into a frown, as this was not the miracle he had been hoping for. Next to his submarine was a traditional pirate ship whose freakish crewmembers were in the process of tethering his ship to their own. Some sported horns, while others had green skin but almost all of them had some form of reptilian features. Law studied the men, his surgical instinct indicating that their strange appearance was all due to heavy body modifications. Law couldn't help his swell of pride knowing he had much better taste in redesigning human beings than the surgeon who decided to create these monstrosities.

Law went back to focusing on his displeasure of the situation. They were being rescued and he did not like it one bit. To be rescued is to be in debt and his reputation was far too notorious to allow him to accept assistance even from a fellow pirate. His attention turned to Bepo who appeared to be having a distanced conversation with one of the members on board the mystery ship.

"What is the meaning of this?" Law asked in a dark tone.

"A pirate ship that crossed paths with us. The captain was generous enough to lend us a helping hand by escorting us to the nearest island and even sharing her supplies!" Bepo answered all too excitedly.

Law raised an eyebrow in slight amusement but his frown remained. "Her?"

"Why, hello there!" a feminine voice shouted from afar.

Law looked up toward the ship, which had several feet more than his own vessel, catching the woman who he assumed to be captain yet she held no characteristics that resembled her henchmen. Her chin rested in one hand, her elbow supported by her ships ledge while her other hand waved lazily at them.

"You're lucky that teddy bear of yours is so adorable because I would have disregarded you otherwise." Although her voice was raised so her words could reach across to them, it held a soft and mature smoothness to it.

"Although I appreciate your consideration, we are perfectly capable on our own."

Bepo gasps loudly. "Captain, your crazy! We're in no shape to deny help!"

The woman frowns at Law. "I'd have to disagree due to the fact your crewmates are ransacking my kitchen right now for food. So please, don't insult me."

Law was not happy with this notion but smiled that dark smile of his nonetheless.

"Well if that's the case, then I will just have to accept your offer and trust that my crew did not allow their desperation to cloud their better judgment."

"Hopefully you can trust your crew to leave you some food. Now come on board and make yourselves at home." She says with a casualness that made Law wonder how she even reached this far as a pirate with such a trusting attitude in the New World. His thoughts briefly fall on a certain rubber man.

Although his honor told him to stay on his ship, close to his beloved infirmary and tools, Law's stomach growled, erasing any thoughts of that being an option. Her offer was indeed tempting but was she trustworthy? Law would just have to keep on his toes as he always did while he uses up whatever supplies she had to offer. With his mind set, he hesitantly boards the unfamiliar vessel with Bepo.

The mystery captain is nowhere to be found which didn't really concern Law. His mind was too preoccupied with the thought of finally ingesting something for the first time in two weeks, his stomach giving him a sharp hunger pang of anticipation. The faint clatter of utensils could be heard, indicating that they are not too far away from the kitchen and the two Heart Pirates followed the noises, leading them behind large, burgundy double doors.

Law entered to see the satisfied faces of his crew members as they sat back in their chairs, boiler suits unzipped to bring some relief to their protruding bellies filled with food. He was pleased to see that they have set a generous amount aside, taking their captain into consideration.

He opted for a dish with diversity in nutrients to replenish his protein, carbs, amino acids and so on and although he ate with patience and leisure, he fought the urge to just shovel it all in. Flavors can become so much more overwhelming when the tongue hasn't tasted anything but its own saliva for two weeks.

"I see you found the kitchen." A soft voice states. Law turns to see the lady captain leaning against the doorframe with her arms folded.

"As a matter of fact, I have." He answers with a casual smile.

She didn't appear to be bothered by his polite form of sarcasm. "I'm going to brew a pot of coffee. Would you and your crew like some?"

Law glanced over at his crew, who nodded eagerly at the offer. He turns back to the unnamed captain.

"It would be most appreciated."

Her smile is genuine as she picked herself from the doorframe and walked over to the kitchen counter to gather the tools necessary. While she busied herself with boiling some water, Law took the time to analyze her from behind and although the calm and collected doctor knew how to suppress signs of surprise or shock, his mind is screaming what…the…fuck.

Law casually scanned the faces of his crewmates, amazed at how her appearance didn't seem to faze them the slightest bit. Perhaps they got over the initial shock when negotiating the extent of her assistance or perhaps they were just being very, very polite.

The long tail swayed gently in time with her movements, the black scales holding almost a deep midnight blue under the right lighting. At the tip were two fins, which Law concluded their purpose was to steer when she was in the air, considering they greatly resembled the equally black wings that she kept folded tightly to her back. Although these features held no signs of being artificially attached, Law knew better than to believe that something of this caliber could possibly exist naturally in nature.

"Zoan fruit, I assume?" he asks behind a bored, somewhat unfazed tone, which resembled nothing to the thoughts buzzing through his head. Whatever this creature was, she was a medical wonder and Law couldn't help but fantasize about her on his operating table, studying her strange anatomy with his trusty scalpel.

"Mythical-Zoan, to be precise." She says as she strains the water through a filter containing the coffee grounds. Law releases a brief chuckle, which catches her attention, causing her to look over her shoulder for an explanation to what he may possibly find so humorous about that fact.

"I apologize, it's just that I would expect something more…extravagant…from a Mythical-Zoan, such as a phoenix or a grand daibutsu."

"And a dragon is not an extravagant creature?" Her tone is more amused rather than offended, despite the slight jab to her ability, which she takes much pride in. Although she sets some cups and the coffee pot in the center of the tables for the Heart Pirates to help themselves, she personally prepares and serves a cup for Law.

"If it makes a difference in your opinion, this is just a hybrid form that I've grown accustomed to walking around in. Maybe you can catch a glimpse of what I really look like if your lucky. Perhaps then you can form a solid opinion." She says, winking a ruby red eye before preparing her own cup and seating herself on the counter top. Law sent his trademark smirk her way, taking her suggestion into consideration.

Law sipped at the hot beverage, savoring the strong, robust flavor as the liquid slid down his throat, sending a wave of satisfaction to warm him from the inside out. It's been much too long without his favorite hot drink that almost always accompanied him when he reviewed the medical textbooks in his study.

He felt her eyes upon him, watching with a smile as he enjoyed the beverage that he will never take for granted again.

"It's decaffeinated, considering the dark circles under your eyes. You need to sleep."

Law rested his chin in his hand, smiling up at her with composed fascination. He noted her dress code was different compared to the women he's seen in the New World, who usually opt for wandering around half naked in revealing clothes. The only considerable amount of skin that was shown were her creamy thighs, which had garters lined down the front to hold up her sheer black stockings, accompanied by black knee-high boots. She wore black, high-waist shorts with the front of a lightweight, slouchy sweater tucked in messily, also the same color.

The single color scheme made her look sleek and mysterious, perhaps similar to a panther if one just removed the wings and tail. Law's mind pondered the thought, idly wondering if given the opportunity, he would slice off her unique appendages to store and save for a future, twisted experiment on human anatomy.

"Your concern for someone whom you just met is quite adorable."

"Feels like I've known you forever, since your name has been quite popular nowadays, Trafalgar Law." She smiled before taking a sip from her cup.

"Funny, since I have never seen your face on poster anywhere. So exactly whom do I owe my gratitude?"

"Ember."

"Ember," he repeats, tasting the flavor of her name. "Who would have thought, a shichibukai such as myself, receiving assistance from a novice in the pirating world." Surely Law would have never thought in a million years. This will just have to be something he will take to the grave

"We all have to start somewhere," she states. "And you certainly don't seem so gracious, lacing your polite tone with sarcasm."

"Usually I am much worse," he says. "But I am just merely making fun. Think of it it as a peculiar way of me expressing my fondness for you already."

Ember releases a short laugh. "That's what mothers say when the boys start to pick on their daughters. Just be grateful that I have endless amounts of patience"

"As do I," Law replies smoothly as a dark smile curls at the corner of lips. "I have a feeling something wonderful can blossom from this arrangement we have."

"Is that sincerity or sarcasm? I'm finding it difficult to tell."

Law remained silent, his smile widening slightly at the curious creature before him. The gears of his twisted mind began to slowly stir, shrugging off the rust that has formed over the long months of having an empty infirmary as they now slowly grind, generating new, dark ideas. He closed his eyes, smiling around the rim of his cup as he took a sip of the delicious liquid, leaving Ember to determine which of the two he's referring to on her own.