Complications AU

Part One

Killian Jones strode into his office, gray suit and navy blue shirt, fingers curled around his suitcase while his free hand adjusted his tie, "May!"

A blonde came rushing up to him, taking the suitcase and replacing it with his usual morning coffee, "Welcome back, Mr. Jones. How was your trip to Mexico?"

Mexico. He's always wanted to go there, and after months of grieving Milah's death, blaming and punishing himself, his brother told him to get over himself and get away for a while. So he chose Mexico as his getaway spot. He spent three weeks there, absorbing the authentic music, the to-die-for food, and just the rich culture in general.

"Absolutely fantastic." He smiled and took the cup while walking over to his desk and taking a seat in the black leather chair, "Did you file out the reports as I said so?"

"Yes, Mr. Jones." Her eyes flickered to the shinning gold band around his middle finger with a bulging ruby atop, "New ring?"

He will always remember the woman that sold it to him. She was around sixty or so years old, long ebony hair reaching to her hips. Her name was was Alma, meaning soul in Spanish. Her words would be forever carved into his heart.
" I can recognize a broken man. You've been damaged badly. My advice to you? Don't let your sorrow get in the way of life. Live. "

He nodded, "I've never owned anything gold, but this caught my attention. Can you believe it was only fifty bucks? Guadalajara has everything." He scoffed and flipped his laptop open.

"I'll go fetch some forms that need to be signed." She said with a smile before making her way into a smaller office that belonged to her, not as bigger as the boss', but good enough.

Killian checked his email for anything his business partner sent, nothing was there. As he scrolled through once more to make sure, he felt his head obnoxiously begging to pound, sharp pulses against his skull.
He rubbed his temples with his thumb and forefinger trying to ease away some of the pain.

May returned and stared in shock once she saw him, "Are you alright, Mr. Jones?"

"Yes. Why?" He sighed and focused on the keyboard.

"Your eyes. They look weird."

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at his reflection on the screen, the whites of his eyes yellowed like stains on paper. "Get my driver to take me to the nearest clinic. Now."

May nodded hastily and began to dial on her cell.

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Allison leaned against the wall with a blue folder in hand, checking her wrists watch every few minutes. She had arrived at Princeton early that day because she honestly had nothing to do. She found a case for her supervisor and now she was just sitting around waiting for him in the clinic center. At last she saw Greg walk through the entrance door, backpack slung over his shoulder, brown wooden cane in hand, a dark blue t-shirt and baggy jeans adjusted to his body. The look topped off with a gray blazer.

She walked up to him, "Doctor House-"

"Boy! Your breasts look nice today." He looked down at her and over the area the low v-neck so proudly exposed.

Ignoring his comment, she went on and handed him the patient file, "I think you might find this interesting."

He hung his cane on the edge of the front counter and opened the folder, scanning his eyes over the material, "Twenty-nine year old male who's jaundiced and has headaches." He nodded, "Admit him."

"What, that's it?" Her brow shot up, "I thought you'd put up more of a fight."

"You obviously want to get into his pants, why not help you?" House gave a sarcastic smile, taking his cane back in his hand and walking past her.