AN: Thank you for this chance this is my new story called Cure for the Heart I hope you like it. I hope it honors the release of the new LOK Graphic Novel.

Disclaimer: I do not own LOK wish I did life is so unfair.

Warning: Omegaverse Korra x Asami maybe some complications.

No Good Deed Part 1

Picking at the holes in my jeans, I couldn't stand sitting in the backseat staring at the rear-view mirror I popped my gum in my mouth in annoyance as stern glances were sent my way at the distracting noise. It had been three weeks since my last surgery and already the tops of my hands started to itch from the lack of operating, making me yearn to go back to the days in Nigeria where the battle for life and death reigned constantly. Sure I knew there was always work to do in Russia especially when it came to the mafia. Instead I was stuck I was stuck here in the boring idleness of it all, the cars hissed pass us reminding me what a busy street looked like. Rapidly bouncing my foot up and down, my attention focused on the stiff of a man that seemed to drive me as his eyes followed me wherever I moved. Digging in my mind for the facts that I needed, it was according to my agent this fly was he someone of importance. Under normal circumstances I would have thought him to be cute, but this situation wasn't one of those "normal circumstances." For the most part he was an ass barking orders as if it were me that needed his help, making me curse my agent for not coming along on this little car cruise himself. To top it all of all my stone-faced driver wasn't much of a talker either.

Then on cue my eyes bounced from the driver to my guest again, I avoided the stare down by rolling my own blues. I was getting sick of the cat and mouse game our visuals were playing as I finally spoke out, "Ugh this is taking forever when are we going to be there?"

"This is Republic City it could take awhile, I know your not use to traffic, pedestrians, and stop-lights." Resting a booted foot on the mini-bar he smacked my boot making me pull back. "Whoa! Relax, it's not like these are Armani seats Mayo."

"Actually yes they are and the name is Mako, I can't believe Bolin got mixed up with your kind." Rolling my eyes, I swear he acted as if he knew who I was personally and the thought of it clung like heat to my skin. Normally I was one to keep a low profile still things got around about "people like me." People like me it was a grand laugh the way people took things for granted and how quickly they were to look down on others even as those others helped them. Republic City still hadn't changed, the people lived knowing the peace of to sleep and safety inside their self-indulgant cocoons. Of course anyone would feel safe when they knew there was a hospital nearby. If only people like this man in front of me knew, if only they knew there weren't areas that were safe to sleep or there were no hospitals to go to much less built. Everyone held sympathy for these wasteland areas, labeling them as third world countries, but sympathy never put food in families mouths or hospitals within their area. That was where "people like me," came in.

There were two kind of Doctors within this world of medicine; there were Doctors who settled down into a local Clinic or Trauma Unit where they idly sat back and lived day to day. Then there were people like me...the thrill-seekers, many doctors know us as Freelance Surgeons and the emotion of hostility came with the mention of our names. I was a Freelancer and most of all I was a Thrill-seeker. I didn't do Politics, groups, or human interactions. Hospital politics, it was an annoyance more than helpful act a bunch of squabbling for power that didn't exist. On the outside to common people doctors of these institutions were seen as the greatness of humanity; training their minds for years sitting in boring lectures and skipping house parties to study. Tedious study, time and focus all so they could help the sick around them. It was the common assumption in cities like this that doctors were meant to help their patients reach a quality of life worth living. If I had a nickel for every time I heard that story...

Glaring at the comment that Mako gave me, I stopped my internal life analysis to comment, "What do you mean by "people like me?"

"I'm sure your career is self-explainitory to your question."

"Listen here you skid-mark, remember I didn't ask to come here you asked for me to come here."

"Then you can go back, no contract has been signed not that we would offer you one."

"Screw you...

"Sorry I'm engaged."

"I'm praying for her poor soul." Sitting back with a huff there was nothing for me to say as I was forced to sit back as traffic finally pushed up. Once again it was politics and greed, that's what being a doctor came down to. Any big Medical Institution or University, that was all doctors like Mako had all he was was another horse in the race. An endless races of doctors upon doctors retaining places for themselves in hopes to become director. It was under this code of law that hospitals turned snake pits where undercutting and backstabbing seemed to go hand and hand along with breakfast.

Still there was hope even amongst the crap that carried on as people. I could change things I was a surgeon. Sure there no permanent homes or hospitals for me to do my practice in, the only permanent thing I could rely on was my license and my desire to help. From that desire you find people such as Bolin, as it turned out that for the right amount of money that low-ranking agents would take anything with a pulse including freelancer surgeons like me. Eyes and hears were around and that included places like Russia where my last operation took place. From that the corporate machine took Bolin and me by the balls. Accepting the job under false pretenses that Bolin conjured up it left me here in Republic City; with the thought of ringing Bolins neck.

"So, you want to tell me where Bolin has me going?"

"You didn't read the file did you...tch...typical freelancer."

"So I'll have you know I don't do much reading because... I don't know... I'm too busy saving lives! That's what med-school teaches you know the action of saving lives." I watched as he adjusted his tie, mirror glaring at me smugly. "Just what med-school did you...go to?"

"What's it to you, not like you're a doctor."

"Actually I am, I'm third to the Chairman of the Surgical Department." It was painfully obvious that this guy needed a tune up when it came to his attitude. "So you're like the guy that gets the other guys donuts so the other guy can give to the big boss?"

"Ye...What no I don't."

"Sure then why are you picking me up then? Seems like lackey work if you ask me," I sung along.

"What do you know you're just a thrill-junkie."

"I'm not junkie I'm a freelancer surgeon and I'm here to do surgery that's all. Not help you regain what ever vanity you've lost."

"Actually we don't need your help, I know all of this is a mistake. I just hope my baby brother can return you to the depths of hell you came from," sneered Mako."Wow great staff work on your part, I wonder is this how everyone feels when you greet them mayo?"

"IT'S MAKO!" The car swerved as my phone rung not caring I spotted Bolin's dumb smile on the screen. Answering I felt the angry jerk as the driver drove us through the streets, today was going to be a long one.

My heels clicked on the halls as the small group followed behind me; making sure my rounds were perfect this was highlight of the day. My white lab coat followed behind me as I smiled to all of the patients within the hall, this was the most important part of the day. Although we as doctors smiled it was all for the sake of the patients little did they know war brewed between doctors and heads alike. This was Republic University Medical Center. It was the Hospital of all of Republic City here we've treated more cancer patients than any other medical facility and preformed with a high life rates. Specializing in Internal Medicine and Surgical Medicine we had the latest technology and fastest resources that no facility could match.

Turning the corner I spotted another group as they made there arounds, personally I didn't see what the big deal was when it came to the Surgical Department. As a doctor I knew surgeries saved lives, still the type of quality a patient would live depended on Internal Medicine as well. Still needless to say the Surgical Department got all of the glory still things would change and with the Head Chair of the Surgical Department resigning surely things would take a turn. As my group stopped I did so along with the others, as I spotted the thorn of RUMC side. She held her hands behind her back as she looked on to her patients with little to no sincerity; when she looked at them just a fake mask was all that resided this was Kuvira Steels top surgeon within Republic City University Hospital. As she walked with her followers trailing closely behind they looked more in fear than respect. "What's she doing on Internal Medicines floor?" As one of the girls looked to me as she leaned closely within my hearing distance before speaking as they approached as I heard another one of my team speak up.

"It turns out that Kuvira is here due to a successful "TME" on one her patients."

"She did a Total Mesorectal Excision, I thought she only works with "VIP" patients," I asked. Everyone who was anyone knew that the Surgical department only operated with their best when reputation was involved as well as a lot of money.

"Yes, she does and this patient she was seen down here due to her friend and her being admitted at the same time. So, Kuvira's here t-"

"If it isn't Asami Sato, I hope you can be at our pre-surgery meeting the director will require both leaders of Internal and Surgical Medicine to be there. Like always I won't leave too much work for Internal to do, not that your little band will be tasked with much to do." Stuffing my hands in my lab coat pockets it was shameful to even think that this person called herself a doctor. Kuvira was a brilliant surgeon and she had a ninety-seven success rate when it came to surgery she was no doubt the shining star of this RUMC. She was a ace in the hole to win chair of the surgical department, but if anyone knew the true intent of Kuvira they would run for the hills. She wanted both departments and that meant she wanted Pawns that I wasn't going to be. "It's so sad that you switched over to Internal medicine Dr. Sato who knows if things would've ended up differently if you'd seized the opportunity."

"Really you think you have everything planned out don't you? Well, you better find your pay check they should be rolling around here somewhere come on everyone."

"That's funny because your fiancé is bringing the key to our victory you can tell Kya that." Turning back I looked at the pompous look on Kuvira before she turned giving up her search. I knew shouting would disturb the patients and still appearances were everything that I knew well, but still my anger boiled.

Finally getting to the building, the tall glassed building connected to the smaller rectangular building seemed like two different buildings although they were connected together. Getting off the phone I spotted Bolin as I waited for the car to come to a complete stop, as it did the pain in my ass Mako spoke."Ok you're here now get out of my car." Rushing out not needing to be told twice I met with Bolin. As he gave me a hug as I gave him one back of equal strength. "Alright seems like someone's been working out." Flexing my muscles they tensed as my body gave off its pride and joy. "Nah...just been up to a little trouble here or there so what do you got for me?" Giving a hearty laugh it was for that reason why I took on Bolin he wasn't afraid to go outside the norm when it came to people and he was good when it came to conversation and negotiation. Overall he was a joy to be around. "Hold your horses, I gotta make my introductions to big bro here." I watched as Mako and Bolin gave each other a manly hug now seeing the family resemblance it was disturbing. How in the hell could this jackass be Bolin's older brother?

"Wow it's good to see you again, finally got rid of that cowlick hairstyle."

"Yea, but regardless I still got the swagger."

"Oh, please I'm going to throw up, besides you're going to have to relax all that swagger with your fiancee," I commented. Mako pointed his attention to me pointing over with his thumb accusingly at my direction. "Now I know Kuvira gave me a task, but where in the hell did you get this from?"

"I have a name it's Korra Waters and if you could read well it was on the sign that you held up when I got off my flight. Bolin you sure this ass is your brother?"

"Yeah he is, now you two let's relax and take a deep breath. Korra you're right you're here for a few jobs right now, I just spoke to the director and he would like to see you," commented Bolin.

"Fine do they know my price?"

"No not yet I figure I would spring that on them after you performed; let's get inside the Chair of Surgery would like to see you."

"The Chair of Surgery," my interest brightened up at the mention of surgery, that was until something else called more than my interest. "Yeah it would be a good time to discuss all tha-"

"You go I'm hungry I'm going to the cafeteria, I'm sure it's around here." Turning around ignoring Bolin's protest, I left the brothers in the dust as my mind didn't want to hear anymore mindless chatter. Scrolling around the place it looked divided and cold tucking that atmosphere into my pocket I decided it was not that it was my problem. To many it looked like a regular hospital, but it reeked of something else. Not putting my finger on it everything was too soon to tell as my observation was replaced by the smells of cooked food. With ease I found what I needed getting into line as I already knew what I wanted. Craving a burger, it had been awhile. Although I wouldn't trade my experience for anything in the world it was nice to have a meal that wasn't readable by menu or barely put together. Still it was a humbling experience being with people and something about it made me homesick. "E-Excuse me the line…"

"Huh...Oh…" My heart sped up in a white lab coat with tray in hand she had a thigh length black skirt and a red turtleneck, her straight but wavy hair was tied in a low-nape she wore just enough makeup to look classy yet sexy at the same time. She was a doctor the lab coat told me that for sure she looked young I just hoped that she was around my age, although twenty-four for me was the youngest that anyone had seen when it came to being a doctor. She was different making my insight on what went around over here slightly blurred. There was no tension from this woman. Normally when it came to me and other doctors tension seemed so intense that it was enough to take the breath out of an anaconda. "I-I'm sorry I was inside my head I guess I didn't notice the line moving I'm sorry."

"N-No you were fine I just was wondering if anything was wrong. Sorry it's kinda habit."

"I know the feeling, sometimes caring seems like the easiest thing to do." I paid for my meal as I turned back to look at the name tag posted on gorgeous beauties left chest. "I'll see you around Dr. Sato...sorry if I'm rude it's just been a long time since I had me one of these."

"No go ahead do you thing, the foods pretty good here." Guilt came to me instantly as I heard the clicking sounds of heels as she walked away. "Wait…" I watched as the beauty gave me her attention again, something about her made me want to mumble out stupid things. With my experience when it came to relationships with people things always ended up cashing and burning. Either I was too hot headed or too weird for them and being a freelancer surgeon who traveled to war-torn places wasn't exactly a great first date. Nothing stable came into my life nor did I keep anything stable, the only thing I knew was surgery. It was the only thing I couldn't fail, the only thing that got me and I got it.

Noticing the alluring Doctor was waiting on me, I smiled hoping my mouth wouldn't give away and say anything stupid. "I'm sorry I didn't get your name, I mean your whole name. I'm Korra...Korra Waters…"

"I'm Asami, Asami Sato."

"Wow your the famous Asami Sato." Blushing it I felt like the biggest idiot in the world here in front of me was Asami Sato anyone who was anyone knew who the Sato family was. Then suddenly the unread file I neglected, seemed clear. "Asami Sato, would your mother and father happen to be Yasuko and Hiroshi Sato?"

"Y-Yes…" As she pushed her glasses to the bridge of her nose I found the action to be cute, I had to talk to her she was the doctor of the most famous pair of surgeons within Republic City. It was if they were two gods getting together and making the perfect creation. "I'm sorry, maybe I should go?" Suddenly I found myself focusing on her uncomfortable features."No don't go, have lunch with me!" Once again cursing my loud voice the cafeteria diners looked back to me in annoyance. I blushed biting my lip in embarrassment as if I couldn't make myself anymore of an ass then I needed to. The instantaneous smile came on her face and if I had to guess that was good right? Great, I got a smile so now what?

"Sure, the window a good place for you?"

"S-Sure…" As she led the way I obeyed and followed finding a seat I dug in I just hoped I didn't seem like a slob to her, but I loved food. "So are you visiting someone?"

"Yea you can say something like that, but really it's more of a job opportunity. Not sure if I'm going to take it," I stated.

"Wait what we could use a good nurse like you," commented Asami. Laughing I guess she didn't really get the memo about me coming over here. As she caught the rest of her noodles in her mouth she took a napkin her wiping her mouth her brows furrowed stating that she was confused by my laughter until she finally got it. "I'm sorry if I offended you in any way, it's just that you're very young and I just assumed…"

"No, your fine really you are it was my fault for not saying Doctor Korra Waters. I think I may have insulted you by coming in here saying I wouldn't take a job here. I mean this place is awesome it's just that…"

"Just what…"

"Well I just wanna know what's going on with the awkward tension in this place." Using her chopsticks she poked at her food nervously as she twisted her mouth into an earnest smile it was as if she were under lock and key not to tell me. "Relax it's not like I'm from the Health Department or anything," I teased. "So you noticed that too?"

"How could I not? It's like Team Edward and Team Jacob in here," I commented teasing the Twilight plot line. As she laughed it was something of a miracle to see her smile seeing as I got the feeling that all Asami tended to do was less of that. It was strange these at how these ten minutes felt, but somehow I felt lucky to be around her. "Since you want to make jokes at the hospitals expense I'll have you know your wrong. Besides if it were something it's of little importance I assure you it's nothing."

"Why do I get the feeling when you say nothing it means alot of something?"

"I see your not going to give this up."

"What can I say I'm a stubborn one."

"If you just have to know there's some waves between Internal and Surgical Medical Departments that's all."

"That's just stupid…"

"Huh…"

"It's stupid..."

"What do you mean," Asami questioned with her brows placed in annoyance." I'm just saying as a surgeon myself there's no way I would be in this political crap. Nor would I get into some petty bird show between two Departments. I'm here to help people not serve in petty politics. Thats what alot of you snobby rich doctors forget that all of this much bigger than your ego."

"Y-You're a freelancer…"I watched as annoyance casted on her face in full force. I couldn't understand why personally I found her look to be unsettling it made me feel guilty but I answered her question. "Yes, I'm here to interview with your father...unless the interviews with you."

"Korrra!" Just then the sound of Bolins voice could be heard as he ran over to our table. My insides dropped as I noticed Mako came to tag along as well glaring at me intently before focusing to Asami. As Asami stood Mako took the opportunity to show his affection. Mystery solved on who the unlucky woman is and I thought that he had something to do? Sighing at the endless possibility of this jackass being around was more than annoying than I thought.

"If it isn't second head of the Internal Medicine Department Asami Sato. Seems like your getting aquatinted with our next big achiever and new addition to our surgical staff Korra Waters," teased Mako. Internal medicine, I thought that she was a surgeon! Wanting to growl at how smug Mako sounded I wanted to land him a punch or two as well. Already I was annoyed from the trip over here as well as the secondary fact remained that these two pin heads interrupted my lunch. "I didn't accept anything yet."

Watching Asami her annoyance somewhat cleared up then as soon as she could speak her beeper came to life. Sliding by the shocked Mako with tray in hand before looking over to speak, "Seems like you can't count your chickens before they hatch Mako, if you will excuse me." Watching Asami dump the last of her food into the trash; she placed her hands in her lab coat before walking down the hall. "Don't you have something you should be doing," I commented to Mako. I watched as he bloated up like a puffer fish before storming away to another hallway leaving me and Bolin to talk as he sat in Asami's place. "Korra what was that about? Do I need to remind you that you can't screw this up?"

"Nothing and I know what's at stake here, but just what the hell do you have me getting into! I swear it's like the cold war in here, you know I don't do Hospital politics," I whispered out of respect for the the patients that ate within the dining hall.

"Korra this is the best hospital in the country and this is the only place you can do surgeries; at least until the agency gets more calls for you," explained Bolin.

"Whatever the case I'm not here to play medical politics, I'm here to do surgeries and get paid. So do they know the starting price that I charge."

"Yes, but before they sign you up, they want you to do another one sorta like a...runner up operation."

"Finally! Now question are we charging for the runner up operation?"

"Does a duck fart under water, wait don't answer that until I Google it." Rolling my eyes at the humor I pressed on," Who's the first patient." I watched as Bolin took the files from out of his briefcase looking over them, I quickly absorbed the information. "His name is Yao Yang-ram it sa-"

"He's been cured her for a stomach tumor three years ago," I finished. "Yeah, how did you finish that so fast?" Noting that I needed his past and present records. "Hmmm interesting..."

"What do you mean?"

"Bolin are these all the records they gave you?" With Bolin taking one me look in his briefcase he nodded before confirming my suspicion." Yeah what's up Korra."

"Nothing I'm going to need to see a scan of the patient is there a room I can use." As Bolin took out his phone he read his text as he looked over to me a smile on his face."Yeah…Mako texted me he told me they recommended this room for you to use."

Getting up and following Bolin, to an empty office. I watched as he took out a white lab-coat, a pair of scrubs, along with an ID tag from his bag. I raised an eyebrow in suspicion looking at the ID they made it a point to let others know that I was temporary not that it mattered. Slipping both on it felt good to be back in a lab-coat, finally making it to the room Bolin looked from the doorway it was time to part ways. "Ok this is where we spilt I'll be back after you're done seeing as your negotiation skills are as useless as a baby bird in flight." Flicking him off he held his heart as if it were hurt smiling it felt good to be working with him again. "So is it just going to be me or…"

"No someone should be coming for you in a minute, see you around?"

"Sure…" With him closing the doors I saw a small file opening as I took out a pen marking down the file with notes. From what I could see it was true what Bolin said about the patient being first bout Cancer survivor. What the hell? Between the pages a x-ray scan came up glancing up a the newly found scan something was triggered. What a minute! something isn't right here! Turning on my booted heel, I set up the scan on the board file comparing it with the file Bolin gave me. Why isn't this matching something isn't right!

Twisting my head to the opening of the door it revealed a woman she had a green blouse as her hair was tied up in a neat bun as white pearls hung from her neck she was in black high heels; The lab coat and her standing in the front of the group was proof she was the one in charge. Getting a strange vibe from her I didn't like it. As she stopped to me she looked at me up and down with her hands behind her back as she stared at me as if I were some kind of horse that needed to be put down. "Hmmm...ripped jeans combat boots and baseball t-shirts...seems like you didn't get the memo about proper doctor's attire in medical school ." Who in the world named this woman king of the hill?

"It's Korra or doctors Waters."

"You'll get the title of doctor when you've earned it and more importantly when I say so. However even if others saw you as a doctor a junkie such as you would ever earn the honor."

"Excuse me I didn't know I was under the jurisdiction of making a fashion statement when it came to saving people's lives. Who did you swindle get that Pearl necklace?" Everyone looked in shock seeing as I spoke up I didn't know what went around here all I knew was this woman saw herself as the "big cheese." As she smiled I gave her a childish smile back seeing as she wanted to play games, she needed to know that I was not one of her flunkies or anyone's for that matter. "I guess you don't see how we do things here. Batar." As she nodded to one of two of her flunkies they took down the scans and the files before walking over to her side. Annoyed by this I wanted to punch her square in her nose. "What are you doing!"

"Once again you fail to get the memo junkie, as of now Director Sato wants you to hang back until we can find a proper surgery for you."

"This guy is mine!"

"That's where to got it wrong freelancer this man is a VIP patient, your skills are far too underdeveloped and RCU will not drag it's name in the mud for a junkie." As the one named Batar looked into the files she gave an impressed look I knew she was using me.

"What the hell! You drag me all the way over here and hand me this file so you can tell me not to operate!" At this point I was furious and it didn't mix well with the suspicion that came up when it came to those CAT scans. "Now unless you have something you want to share, if you will excuse me part-timer. Also the name is Kuvira Steels. Doctor Steels head of the surgercal department." Just like that the group dismissed themselves, leaving me in a pissy annoyed mess, I stormed out within the hallway only to find the group lost within the maze of the Hospital. "Damn it!"

"Whoa where's the fire?" Turning around I looked to a taller woman she was in her early forties and her dark gray hair seemed to fit her as she shared the same complexion as me it wasn't hard to tell that we has the same background. With kind eyes she looked at me as I sneered like a rabid animal I wasn't in the mood to make small conversation. "Asami was right you are an aggressive one." Turning my head to the sound of her name I slightly relaxed, but still I was tense. "I don't have time for this!"

"Your not going to win all your battles with one hit knock outs."

"What the hell do you even know about me."

"I know that you're only been here for an hour and you've lost every single battle. You may not like office politics, but if you don't want stunts like what you just went through to happen start learning to how to fight and win wars."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"If you want your patient back there's a pre-surgery meeting in the projector hall. It's down the hall to the left on the East side of the hospital."

"What territory is this?" As she opened her arms it was as if she were going a big welcome to the world or at least a big welcome to the world of Republic University Hospital politics. "You're in internal medicines area, the funny part is Kuvira arranged for you to meet in this office. Seems like you don't meet her standards either that or someone is watching you."

"Tch...this whole crap about side's is annoying! You seem to forget what I'm here for."

"What's that?"

"I'm here for a thrill I could give less of a hell when it comes to sides. I'm here to get paid and do as many operations as I can. So save your crap for someone that cares." There was a fire in my belly and nothing could put it out as my feet carried me to my target. No one was going to stop me.

AN: Let me know if you like it!