It's my sequel to "Jak, M.D."! Jak, Keira, and Daxter are being thrusted into the world of medicine. Keira is now one of House's elite doctors. And Jak is storming the streets as an EMT, while Daxter gets the not-so-glamorous job of being House's personal spy. This is going to be an ongoing fanfic, with ongoing mysteries and drama. So this fic has no intention of stopping anytime soon! I'll usually be starting each chapter with "background" information on what happened to the patient before they landed themselves in House's care. This is a two part case. So chapter 1 is only part 1, and the patient is a bit of a surprise guest, but he'll be making more appearences in chapter 2.

For those that haven't read "Jak, M.D.", here's a little background information on House's team and the rest of the gang. If you have read "Jak, M.D." already, you can skip this part and go to the story.

Dr. Lisa Cuddy: Hospital Director and Dean of Medicine

Dr. Gregory House: head of the department of diagnostic medicine.

Dr. Allison Cameron: Immunologist and she works under House.

Dr. Robert Chase: Intensivist, also works under House.

Dr. Eric Foreman: Neurologist, another member of House's team

Keira: Hematologist/Intensivist, works under House as well.

Jak: works with the Emergency Medical Transport Team, and is House's case manager

Daxter: House's personal spy for medical purposes

Stacy: Haven City Teaching Hospital's lawyer. Recently divorced from her husband, she is now currently staying with House.

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---- "And Razor wins the race, once more!" An announcer shouted excitedly as the car roared across the line.

He took a hand and smoothed the hair on his head. Razor eased back in his seat and pulled out a cigarette and lighter. He lit the cigarette and took a few puffs from it. All that he did was smile smugly as he took off his seat belt and stepped out of the car. Razor seemed to lose his balence. In a moment of haze, he felt himself stumble, and he grabbed onto his car to prevent himself from falling. "M---medic..." He collapsed to the ground and his voice trailed off.

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---- Ambulence sirens sceramed through the streets of Haven City. Citizens fled out of the way to allow the ambulence through. This was Jak's job, and he was the one at the wheel. It may seem strange for Jak to be working for a hospital, but Jak found a fond love for his new job as an EMT. Imagine being able to speed through the streets of Haven City as fast as you wanted to, and never have to worry about being pulled over. And at the same time he was saving a life. To Jak, this was a job that was filled with rewards.

Jak rounded a corner and brought the ambulence to a hasty stop at the side of Haven City Teaching Hospital that led to the ER wing. As other doctors towed the patient out on a stretcher, Jak jogged up to one of the doctors that was on board with the patient. "So, what's the story with this one?"

The doctor handed Jak the file they had compiled, "I think that this is a case that Dr. House may find interesting. Male, age thirty-one, he's also a very popular combat racer. I think his name is Razor. " The doctor looked down at the file. "Yup, that's him. Really strange symptoms: sudden fainting spell, nausea, etc. Kinda weird, huh?"

"Sure is, I'll take this to House." Jak took the file and briskly walked into the hospital. He waved a hello to the nurses, as he always did, and continued walking towards the elevador. That is until he caught a glimpse of House boarding the elevador, you couldn't mistake the cane if you tried. Jak broke into an all out run and slipped into the elevador just in time before the door closed.

"Damn," House said with an annoyed tone as he noted the file Jak was carrying. "the door just couldn't close fast enough."

Jak tried to ignore his comment and decided he'd recite the symptoms to House, "Thirty-one year old male. Sudden fainting spell, nausea, and vomiting----"

House cut in, "Woo...exciting." House rolled his eyes as he stepped off the elevador and onto the fourth floor. "Must be thrilling. I'm not interested."

Jak insisted on pursuing House, "I wasn't done yet. He also hasn't had any symptoms until he called 911 twenty-five minutes ago." Jak knew that that would catch House's attention."

And it did. "Asymptomatic until now. Hmm...now that's just the slightest bit interesting. Give me that." Jak handed the file to House and he turned and left.

House limped his way, leaning his weight on the cane as usual, to the conference room. House looked at the door and noted that they had finally put the lettering on the door, it read: "Conference Room: Department of Diagnostic Medicine". When House stepped inside, the team was busy with their morning "rituals", you could call them.

Cameron was, once again, sorting House's mail, which he refused to do himself. Chase was, as usual, gnawing on a pencil as he tried to figure the crossword puzzle out. Foreman was daydreaming...again. And the newest addition to the team, Keira, was helping Cameron by sorting House's e-mail.

"Good morning," House yelled, which caught everyone's attention. "to all of my bitches." The team stared blankly at House, not exactly sure on what to say. "Now, now, don't be jealous of the newest bitch. The three of you will always be my favorite bitches. That's why...Foreman! You get to do my clinic duty today."

Foreman glared at House, "Do your own clinic duty." It seemed as though it was planned, but Cuddy appeared at the door. She poked her head in and said...

"House, I want you down in the clinic, now." Cuddy ordered.

"Can't." House held up the file. "I have a case."

Cuddy sighed, "Well, then. After you do the diffarential diagnosis, go to the clinic."

House impatiently shifted his weight. "Is anyone in the clinic on the verge of death?"

Cuddy shot him a confused glance, "N-no. I don't think so."

"Great, because my patient is. Clinic can wait."

Cuddy hissed, "Whatever. Just be in my office in fifteen minutes." Cuddy left in a hurry. House was always great at ruining a good day and raining on everyone else's parade.

The team just stared at House once more. It's not like any of this surprised them, but it was always interesting to watch. And in an odd sense, it was funny, as long as they weren't on the recieving end. House turned to the infamous white board and began to scribble the symptoms on the board: Asymptomatic until now. Sudden fainting spell, nausea, and vomiting. "Okay, diffarential diagnosis. Starting with...Keira."

"That's simple. Aplastic Anemia." Keira responded matter-of-factly.

"Now...Chase." House pointed his cane at Chase, prompting him to speak. House reached into his pocket and pulled out a pill bottle. He took one pill out and swallowed it.

"I agree with Keira." Chase responded. "All of the symptoms point to that, just one odd thing is that it happened so suddenly."

"Exactly." House said. "Keira, go take a blood sample and test it. Chase and Cameron, go do a blood culture. Foreman, go do my clinic hours."

Keira, Chase, and Cameron filed out of the door, while Foreman hung back for a second. "Ok, House." He said in an annoyed tone. "While i'm doing your clinic hours, what are you going to do?"

"I going to skip down the yellow brick road and sing while I'm on my way to see the wonderful wizard of Haven City Teaching Hospital." House sarcastically remarked. "No, wait, I'm going to see Cuddy. Scratch that. I'm on my way to see the wicked witch."

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Chase, Keira, and Cameron all walked down the hall together. Cameron turned to Keira and asked, "So, what do you think about working with House so far?"

Keira laughed a little, "It's...weird. It's gonna take me some time to get used to dealing with him."

Chase gave her a pat on the shoulder. "Trust us. We came into this job with just as much enthusiam and optimism as you at one point. You'll get used to House and his wicked ways eventually. Your doing good, though."

Keira hesitated for a minute, "Could I ask what happened to his leg?"

Cameron and Chase looked at each other. Cameron scratched the back of her neck, "I have an idea. After we do these tests we'll go to lunch and talk about it. Bring Jak and Daxter, too. Maybe it would be best if they heard too. Just so you can understand a bit better."

"Alright." Keira said with a smile. But she wasn't sure on what she was getting herself into. But part of her knew that it would be best if she left it alone. But curiosity was too much to resist.

(I wasn't going to bother with describing them taking the blood. You'll get to see more of Razor in chapter 2. You'll also get to see more Jak and Daxter in chapter 2)

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House gave a slight knock on Cuddy's door, and she waved him in. House was taken aback by what she had done to her office. It was obvious that she had done some remodeling. The room was neater and she had replaced her old desk with a bigger one that was furnished with cherry wood. She had several exotic hanging plants and mini palmetto trees scattered about the room. She got new filing cabinets and the light bulbs had been changed so the lighting wasn't so dim. Her glass doors were also cleaned and streak free.

Cuddy noticed the fact that he was staring, "Like the remodeling. I think that it gives the room a fresher feel."

House nodded slightly, "So what is it that you want, Cuddy?"

Cuddy took a deep breath and relaxed, "I need to interveine with your methods of doing things, House. So, I'm giving an intervention."

"Damn it!" House yelled. "I don't have a Vicoden addiction! So, I don't need an intervention. What gives you that idea anyway?" House pulled out his pill bottle and popped another pill. "Oh right, it's because you see me popping pills all the time."

Cuddy shook her head, "Not that kind of intervention. I just need you to do your job."

House gave her a confused look, "I am doing my job. I complete all of my cases and I save people's lives. I think I'm doing my job."

"The clinic is apart of your job, too. If you don't start showing up for clinic duty, and I mean you, not one of your team, I'll----" Cuddy stopped to think for a moment. She had to think of a good threat. "Remove you from the payroll."

"I have tenure." House retorted.

'He's right, damn. Why can't I get him to do his job?' Cuddy thought to herself. "House, this is all that I'm going to say, ok? I just need you to do the other half of your job. That's all that I ask. If you don't start showing up in that clinic, i'll start taking you off of your cases. Plain and simple. You have six years of clinic time to make up, better get started." Cuddy handed him a file for the clinic and she waved her hand at him to leave.

As House left her office with a smug smile, all that he could think to himself was, "Technically, I'm in the clinic right now." House laughed. He pulled an id out of his pocket, the name read: "Dr. Eric Foreman". House knew that he never wore or carried his id with him, so he chose to permanately gave it to Foreman, who was right now, posing as Dr. Gregory House.

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Down in the cafeteria, Chase, Cameron, Keira, and Daxter were getting ready to get some lunch. The special today was a turkey hoagie or a meatball sub. But they were all impatiently waiting for Jak. They took a seat at the nearest available table and relaxed for a moment. "Where is Jak?" Daxter whined. "I'm sooo hungry."

"Will you shut up, Daxter. You're not making the situation any better. Plus, Jak is getting the test results back from the lab for us." Keira lectured to Daxter.

After waiting for about ten more minutes and ten more minutes of Daxter's insistant complaining, Jak finally arrived with the test results in tow. "Sorry for making you guys wait so long." Jak apologized. "There was a lot of backup at the lab. But I did get the results."

Jak handed the results to Keira. Keira looked them over, "Hmm...low white and red count. Looks like I was right." Keira announced proudly. "It is Aplastic Anemia. But still it's so weird that it just showed up so suddenly. Aplastic doesn't do that. That's the only thing that makes me doubt the diagnosis."

"You are right. It just makes me think...are we even right?" Cameron wondered. "We should keep him under observation for a while. Just in case something changes."

"Good idea." Chase agreed. "But Keira, you were wondering about House right? I suppose we'll let you in on what happened..."

---beep. beep.---

Jak grabbed his pager. "Sorry, that's me. Looks like I have an emergency to attend to. I'll have to catch up with you guys later." They all said bye to Jak and Jak abruptly left. That was the one downside of being an EMT, he was always in demand and had to leave whenever duty called. And it was calling right now.

"Anyway..." Chase started.

---ring. ring.---

Slowly, one by one, Cameron, Chase, and Keira's phones rang. Keira flipped open her phone, "Looks like we have and emergency, too." Keira sighed. "Looks like this will have to wait. Let's go." The team left without having started the story, and without having eaten.

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Down on the third floor of HCTH, Drs. Cameron, Chase, and Keira raced to their patients room. Keira slid the door open and flung herself into the room. She looked to the nurse, "What is it?"

The nurse looked warily at Keira, "I'm sorry. Just a bit shaken is all. I just could have sworn that this patient had aplastic anemia."

While their patient, Razor, seemed to be deep in REM sleep. Keira gave the nurse a confused look. "Yeah, we're treating him for aplastic, why?"

"Look at this." The nurse had revealed the bottoms of Razor's legs, about around the ankles. Cameron, Chase, and Keira looked at each other and then decided to take a quick look. "What the---" Keira said in shock. Cameron and Chase's mouths hung open. Razor's ankles were swollen to about three times the normal size and were a pure blood red with spotting of purple.

"This isn't aplastic, is it?" Cameron asked as she took a closer look.

"Not a chance." Keira said with certainty.

Chase took a quick look at the vital moniters. "His BP is dropping rapidly. We need a shot of epi' and a new diagnosis."

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Well, that the end of part one of two for the first chapter of "Keira, M.D." Daxter gets to perform his first real spy job for House. Which will take him into the dirty secrets of the combat racing society. Keira is working hard with the team to save a life, while House may be getting a bit too caught up with Stacy...again. But this isn't the first time this has happened and Cuddy will reveal to the team a little not-so-well-known fact about House. It's more excitement and drama in part 2! So please review and tell me how I've done.

Need something cleared up about all of the medical terminology? Here is a quick guide to the medical terms used in this chapter.

1. Asymptomatic: to be without symptoms

2. Aplastic Anemia: A bone marrow disease that is deadly and prone to bleeding, internal and external. Symptoms include: low red cell, white cell, and platelet count and bleeding.

3. BP: acronymn for Blood Pressure.