Title: Fallen
Pairing: Zoro Chopper nakamaship
Theme: #3- Blue
Rating: T. THA ANGST. IT BURNS US PRECIOUS. At least, it burns you cause I wrote it and is therefore immune. :P
Warning: As above.
Disclaimer(s): I don't own One Piece. I don't own Zoro. I don't Own Chopper, but that's because my little brother does own a plush reindeer. I suggested he name it Chopper and he enthusiastically agreed.

Chopper emitted a low moan of frustration as the spark spluttered, gagged, and died.

He struck the rock against Zoro's white blade again, but with no result.

It was no use. The fuel was too wet.

He looked over at the shivering, pale human huddled against the wall. Chopper did not feel the cold. His fur was warm and trapped his body heat against his skin. Zoro's clothes were wet and cold, so Chopper had tried to strip them off as quickly as possible then build a fire. No such luck.

They had been exploring on a winter island and had been overlooking the vast expanse from a perch halfway up the mountain side when the ledge underneath gave way and sent them tumbling down. In their attempt to climb back up to the other side, Zoro had fallen through a patch of thin ice and Chopper had only been able to pull him out because Zoro's thrashing caused the water to move enough so he could shift into Horn Point and hook the swordsman's haramaki without giving himself sea poisoning.

With every passing second, the swordsman grew weaker and weaker. And Chopper... Chopper was useless.

He gritted his teeth and struck the rock again. A faint spark flared, caught on the wet cloth, them petered into nothing.

Chopper looked back at the shivering swordsman. His eyes were glassy and he had stopped hissing out swear words. Silence.

"Oh, no. Zoro! Zoro! Say something!" He smacked the swordsman, once, twice, fiercely until finally the older pirate's eyes cracked open.

"Tryina sleep. Leave me 'lone."

"No, Zoro, you can't go to sleep," Chopper cried desperately, shaking him desperately, "Zoro, listen to me. Listen to me! Wake up!"

"Cold. Stupid cook let the fire go out," the swordsman murmured.

"No, Zoro, we're lost. Stay awake. Stay awake. Please. Please wake up. Wake up. Wake up! Zoro! Zoro!"

No response from the swordsman's still form.

"Please," the reindeer begged as he shifted to Heavy Point and lay on top of the swordsman in a last, desperate effort to warm up the swordsman's flesh, flesh cold and rigid as a fish out of water. "Please wake up."