I don't own One Piece it belongs to Oda

A/N it's my first fanfic in english i will be glad to read your reviews to improve myself:-)

FIRST CHAPTER EDITED thanks to my awesome beta xXCrimsonBlueXx who is dealing with all my grammar issues :-)

Nico Robin sat alone inside the crow nest on the Thousand Sunny. It was her night on watch and if anyone saw her, she seemed to be quietly reading, glancing at the window from time to time.

But upon closer look, a blush was creeping up her cheeks, and a few drops of sweat were beading on her forehead.

A step closer in her direction would reveal that her eyes, looking down at the book, were glazed over.

On top of that, when she tried to shift her position to stay awake, a soft whimper escaped her lips.

Something was definitely wrong.

But let's go back a couple hours

...

"Morning Robin" Nami cheerfully exclaimed, stretching on her bed.

With no response from her nakama, she glanced aside, to reveal the raven-haired archeologist was still sound asleep.

How curious, thought the redhead, getting up and nearing her friend, she's always the first to wake up. She poked Robin gently.

Robin startled at the touch, opening her eyes. For a few seconds, she seemed lost, her usual blank face twisted in discomfort. But almost instantly, her mask was back in place. Nami shook her head, unsure she'd seen something in the first place.

"Good morning, Nami-chan" said the older woman calmly, slipping off the bed and walking toward her chest to pick through some clothes.

"Are you well, Robin?" the navigator asked, slipping her legs into a mini skirt.

"Of course, Nami-chan," answered the archeologist calmly, "If you excuse me, I'm going to the bathroom."

"Okay… I'll see you in the kitchen then." Nami smiled, opening the door and heading up to the deck.

Once the door closed behind her friend, Robin slumped down on her bed, letting her head drop into her hands.

Actually, she didn't feel well at all.

Since a couple of days, she'd been suffering from slight headaches and nausea. Until today, she'd managed not to draw the attention of her nakama to her, but it looked like that wouldn't work anymore.

She got up to go to the bathroom, but was rocked by dizziness and thumped back down onto the bed, forcing down the nausea. She was panting heavily, holding down the aching that threatened to overwhelm her, her forehead shining with a thin sheet of perspiration. But despite her self-control, she found herself running to the bathroom and emptying the contents of her stomach.

When the discomfort eventually began to dissipate, she made her way to the mirror with shaky legs. She started upon seeing her face; large, dark rings around her eyes, white-greenish skin, bangs stuck to her forehead. She wasn't the most radiant picture of wellness.

She splashed some water, the shock regaining her senses, and after getting dressed and lightly made up, to hide evidence of her unease, she forced herself to walk steadily toward the exit.

…

Back in the present

She'd spent the day on a deckchair sunbathing with Nami, avoiding the concerned look of her friend and evading questions about her well-being.

But now she was in the crow nest, fighting another wave of nausea. Her vision was blurry, and she kept reading the same sentence over and over, unable to focus on the meaning of the words.

Suddenly, she heard a pair of footsteps on the deck and someone climbing up the ladder. With considerable effort of will, she reigned in her dizziness, and closing her book she got up to meet the swordsman who'd come up for the second watch, hoping the light provided by the single candle wouldn't divulge her weakness.

"Oi, Robin" Zoro muttered, making his way towards the window and sitting down. He clutched his three swords, closing his eyes. "It's my turn, you can go back to bed or whatever," he added, knowing pertinently that the archeologist was often up late at night.

"Arigatou, Zoro" Robin whispered, praying that her voice didn't waver, as she neared the exit.

Zoro opened one eye, perhaps hearing something off in the tone of his nakama, and he tried to pierce the darkness to have a better view of the archeologist face.

"Tch"…That onna…"Robin..."

Robin, not willing to raise the suspicion of the green haired swordsman, and feeling the last crumb of her self-control evaporate, walked quickly toward the exit and began to climb down the ladder.

"Shit" thought Zoro, rising to catch up with the raven-haired woman.

Meanwhile, Robin's nausea returned forcefully and she felt drops of sweat rolling down her face. Her vision darkened and she bit her lip to force herself to continue the descent.

One more step… one more step… one more step….

She raised her head and saw Zoro in the doorway, a look of concern plastered on his face. She saw his lips begin to form her name, but at a terrible pain pierced her brain and without thinking she grabbed her head between her hands, letting out a moan of pain.

She never felt the sensation of falling, nor did she feel the pain of impact, when she was suddenly overwhelmed by darkness.