I do not own Hawaii Five-0 or any characters. No copyright infringement intended.

Note: This story will move at a slow but steady pace. My most wonderful Beta's are working over-time keeping the bunnies on track. Please thank CinderH for a massive READ of the whole story from start to nearly finish. AND JazzieG who said a little something as I got started mid-way through on the draft that kicked the bunny in its furry STUPID BUTT about what would have been a major gaffe - which CinderH was saved from having to experience. *hangs head in shame*

Chapter 1

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The clinic had once been a large rambling two-story house. Doctor Adrian Parker had purchased it and the five acres of property it sat on as a half-whim and half-germ of an exciting idea. He and his wife, Martha, had moved to the islands from blustery Chicago. He, to continue his work as a reputable surgeon at a large hospital and Martha, to raise their young, active six-year old son. Young Alan came to them very late in life and they lovingly denied him nothing.

But soon after arriving and settling down, it took only one impressive Hawaiian tropical storm to teach Adrian Parker valuable lessons. In the flurry of the aftermath, as he treated every type of injury imaginable and then, every type of person from every walk of life … Adrian felt he needed to do more. It was a starkly emotional epiphany for him as the poorest of poor called out for help. While it certainly was nothing new - for many fine doctors graciously volunteered their skills and time - Adrian Parker became wholly driven to do more.

With only the most essential of medical supplies in a large backpack strapped to his back, Adrian was in a remote area treating the recovering and still injured local residents when he stumbled across the nearly dilapidated property. Over two weeks after the devastating event, he had been going home to home, tent to tent, or simply kneeling by distraught people in the ruined streets when he saw it.

The two-story house was on a low-rise and he snuck in through the unlocked door, amazed that the storm hadn't completely demolished the old place. But the roof was sound and the frame rock-solid, without fault. Inside, he saw in his minds-eye what he could do and so on impulse, he purchased and then renovated the grand old building.

Parker came from a long family of wealthy investor's and doctors and with Martha by his side, he took the challenge on with a distinct pride. It allowed him to exercise a true desire to help people who didn't know him more than as 'Doc Parker'. Six months later while he jockeyed time between his full-time hospital job and his new project, the Medical Mission Free Clinic was born.

Nearly twenty-five years later, Martha had passed and Adrian had retired. His son, also now a surgeon, had been deeded the Medical Mission Free Clinic and was the acting President. However, Doctor Alan Parker had been born with a silver spoon and an odd personality. In short, he was distinctly different from his parents and, especially from his father. People would notice but not be able to put their finger precisely on what or why.

Skilled and quite intelligent, Alan was technically a fine surgeon. Yet different; remarkably different.

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After visiting his father, Doctor Alan Parker didn't feel like working that day. So, he simply didn't. Instead, he sat for hours in a local coffee shop mindlessly watching the patrons come and go. He was remote and unfriendly and no one offered him a good day or even a passing smile.

He sat there alone frowning in disgust as his father's ancient weedy voice grated nastily in his memory. Year after year he could repeat the words by heart, syllable by aggravating syllable.

"Apply yourself, Alan. You could be such a great doctor. Your natural skills rival my own yet you laze about and ride on coat tails. I don't understand what makes you tick or what you want out of life."

The talk would move to inquiries of Doctor Jasper Mitchell's well-being and affairs. His father's pet clinic had developed the odd instances of favoritism over the years and this time, the elder Parker had latched onto the young Mitchell. This was all building to yet another nit-like comparison which raised Alan's hackles and rankled his mood.

However, much more recent words from that very morning preyed on his mind, forcing him into a weighty preoccupation about the health of his own future. One he'd been manipulating quite happily for years. Now it could be jeopardized by what he'd been told.

After being almost rudely summoned, he had just visited his father the prior afternoon at the manse. Though Alan lived in the former gardeners cottage on the property, it was often a chore for him to travel the white pebbled drive and approach the front door with such leaden feet.

Certain aspects of the long-lived family business were quite privately entrepreneurial to the jovial patriarch of the clan, Doctor Adrian Parker; the local clinic for example which had been a true labor of love. Born of a desire to give back to the humble community and to truly uphold the Hippocratic Oath, it certainly meant more to Adrian than to his bored son. But one day, it would truly all be his and Adrian wished vainly for that divine understanding to settle in Alan's heart.

In reality, Alan could not care less for the rundown insignificant shack of a place, except that it offered a fine cover for other illicit habits he'd learned could yield his own entrepreneurial achievements. Since having free reign of the clinic as a child, he had learned every nook and cranny. But instead of love, he had adopted an utter disdain for it and for its patients. A feeling that had only grown through the years.

More cutthroat businessman than surgeon, he harbored odd needs and tested other plans. His only perceived curse was that wonderful day of reckoning which was taking a painstakingly long time to be celebrated as made evident by their clans' penchant for living. In fact, Adrian's father - Alan's grandfather - had carried on to nearly one hundred and one; a feat that Alan's own father seemed quite able to duplicate.

Their private entourage of nurses kept the senior Parker comfortable and quite hale despite emphysema and other common ills that a ninety-two year old might endure. Though fully bedridden, Doctor Adrian Parker was sharp as a tack and still reveling in hearing about the clinic's operations and finances. Something that irked Alan to no end since he defined it as a meddlesome inconvenience and ongoing barricade to finalizing his private plans. The man had no business remaining as actively involved as he did. His old body might be failing but Adrian Parker handled multiple conference calls a day, even Skyping if necessary to remain involved where he could across his empire.

He knew every minute change on the stock market, as well as the weather which might impact shipping lanes during hurricane season. He remained involved in not only local politics, but also the larger portions of his business, yet still yearned to hear about his private pet project: the clinic. He even had the odd feeler out for news about former patients, current patients and what the general opinion of the place still was; and he was becoming less and less pleased over time.

Adrian had entrusted the clinic to his son six years earlier, convinced he'd done the right thing as Alan slowly built his own medical practice. But that trust was being severely violated on a daily basis.

Adrian was made to understand that the Clinic was becoming rundown and developing a poor reputation. The acreage set aside as a community garden was overgrown and untended.

Because of these rumors, each meeting with his father had become a test and Alan was failing. For him, the morning visit was made all the worse for he had been forced to describe in detail the esteemed work practices of one, Doctor Alphonse Ramirez. Alan was mortified to learn that his father virtually fawned over Ramirez's expertise, fine reputation and standing in the community. None of which seemed to have suffered from his well-publicized trial and subsequent penance. His father's words had antagonized him and he'd bristled almost in a rage against the blind praise.

Attempting to be reasonable though growing more alarmed by the moment, Alan had paced the brightly colored master bedroom. Out of habit, he had counted the irritating ornate blocks from bed post to window and then back again.

Twenty-three.

Pausing in a mild temper - eighteen - for a nurse to check the oxygen tank, Alan then resumed counting on the return trip. Twenty-three.

"He's nothing more than a criminal, Father. One that we have been saddled with by court order." The next insult had been his father's glee in even setting Alan straight on that finer point.

"Saddled with? No. Not at all." The senior Parker laughed through a hoarse, rattling cough that left his cheeks pink and his lips nearly blue. His reaction made Alan cease his pacing to stare warily at the man.

"I arranged for this, boy. I coordinated in advance with the courts. I wanted him here and then I made it happen. He's a fine man and his reputation will not only elevate our clinic, it would serve you well to learn from him."

"Learn from him? Learn!" Angry and feeling jilted by his own father's planned secrecy, Alan had spat the words out in a fury. He had banished the nurses from the room for the first time he could recall to round on his father. Alone. Being compared or needing to listen about Jasper Mitchell was one thing, but this was entirely beyond comprehension.

"Learn?' Alan was snarling as he leaned menacingly over the foot of the large vintage sleigh bed which was wholly out-of-place on a tropical island. But it was yet another family treasure dating back for as far as he could remember. "You forget yourself, old man."

The transformation had been sudden. Alan didn't even realize what he'd done as his father shrank back into his elevated monogramed pillows from the palpable hatred. After that, Alan had barely managed to remain civil before being excused by his ill-at-ease father.

Alan's plans would soon be dashed if his father learned the truth about the monies destined for the clinic. Year after year, thousands of dollars were siphoned away and used for Alan's personal business dealings. None of which were legal. Few dollars actually were spent on the unlucky white elephant and what was invested, only benefited Alan again.

His father was bedridden and he, Alan Parker, was the only individual entrusted with the clinic's future. It was easy to lie to Adrian about the budget, where monies were spent, and then to cook the books through skilled accounting expertise. As far as he knew, his father hadn't seen the clinic in nearly seven long years and Alan planned to keep it that way. If Alan had been a hint smarter though, he would have at least suspected the wily old man and his desire to know so much more. The fact that he had orchestrated the arrival of Doctor Alphonse Ramirez should have provided a valuable clue.

After his own father, managing Doctor Jasper Mitchell was bad enough but Alan could do that, too and he had perfected it to a science. They were peers and Jazz didn't question much because he was so involved with his beloved patients. Alan left him alone to cater to the community and that singular focus protected him by default. Jazz's dedication also kept the locals calm and appeased; it was or at least had been, a nearly perfect situation.

What Alan feared now was the much too astute and larger than life personality of Alphonse Ramirez and not necessarily how he had gotten to the clinic. This new older man in his life questioned everything and demanded perfection regardless of the reason behind a court-ordered term of penance. It was Doctor Ramirez's very nature to be involved, take charge and offer direction. People respected him and they responded to him almost too willingly. In fact, he was slowly but surely whipping the clinic into shape and would undoubtedly uncover the long-hidden truth behind its inner crumbling walls. A move which was precisely his own father's personal objective.

This skilled physician, who he hadn't known his father was clearly infatuated with on a few levels, was going to eventually spell out his doom. But whom he should have really feared, was Adrian who had finally grown more worried and suspicious as Alan's demeanor changed over time.

Instead, after that most annoying father-son conference, Doctor Alan Parker dwelled on his anger. He decided not to work at the clinic that day. Jasper would be there and that was good enough.

Checking the late morning time, Alan eyed the blue sky and bright sunshine from the windows of the coffee shop. A new donor had quite unexpectedly come into the clinic just three days earlier. Her blood type was a perfect match and other than the second degree burn on her arm, she was essentially in a state of fine health.

With a warm smile and though it was a risk, Alan had taken immediate advantage of the opportunity. Her patient questionnaire was partially completed as with most of their poorer clients. Living alone and working part-time at a fast food restaurant, Kylie Yeun would not be missed. In fact, she was already waiting for him at his other office. His real office. The one that gave him a true purpose and sense of importance.

She was there. Waiting so very kindly under lock and key for her procedures to take place.

He had planned to handle the operation later in the afternoon but there was no reason why he couldn't move the surgery up as long as his associates were equally available to assist him in the tricky procedures. In fact, due to the procedures' complexity, another walk-through to ensure nothing went wrong would benefit all of them.

Agreeing to the changes in his mind, Alan was whistling a happy tune as he strode to his car. From there, he would make his initial phone calls from its air-conditioned privacy.

~ to be continued ~