A/N: Inspiration: Veronica Mars, John Tucker Must Die, Devil Wears Prada, my imagination, and, of course, House md. Leo is inspired by Weevel from VM, just to let you know. And this also has no reflection on the way I feel about my own mother. I love her to death.

My best friend and confidant, Leo Perez, came in right after my mother left. I told her how sorry I was, and that I would be honored if I could attend the wedding. She ate it all up… then invited Chase, Foreman, House, and of course, Cuddy, who came to talk to House while she was inviting us.

"Hey, Alley-Cat." He said as I grabbed his arm and linked it with mine, walking towards the cafeteria. "How many favors for you have I done for you?"

"I keep a log in my diary, I'll check for you later." We walk past the other "ducklings" and they looked at me like I had lost my mind. My arm was linked with a bald Latino with a leather jacket and a motorcycle helmet in his hand. I waved and continued my way into the cafeteria. "But trust me; you're going to enjoy it as much as I am."

"What makes you think I'll do this?" Leo asked.

"Please, you hate my mother more than anything, and she hates you right back. Why the hell not?"

"Who was that guy you were eating lunch with?" The first thing I heard when I walk back into the office.

"My friend," I sat down. "Why?" I linked my hands above my head and stretched, relieve the pain in my back. The pain I got whenever my mother was around. The pain from sitting up straight, shoulders back, headlights out.

"We're learning so much about you today!" House said in mock glee. "So, tell me, is this friend of yours a past lover, or what?" He flipped a chair around and sat on it backwards, facing me.

"Leo?" I laughed. "No, just a friend. One of the best."

"You two looked pretty cozy in the cafeteria."

"What is with the sudden interest in my love life?" I plopped myself down in the closest chair and started putting my hair into a pony tail, only succeeding in snapping myself in the wrist with my hair tie.

"House is just upset you don't fancy him anymore." Chase said, sitting next to me.

"Yeah, he's feeling unloved." Foreman added.

"I've got a bottle of hand lotion in my locker, he can use that."

"I'm right here and can hear everything you're saying." House said in a sing-song voice.

"Are you guys really going to her wedding?" I asked, completely ignoring House and changing the subject at the same time. "Because you don't have to. I mean, you just met her, and I don't want you to feel obligated to go or anything."

"Are you kidding me?" House held up a magazine. One that I stayed away from at all costs. "And mis the wedding of the year? The editor AND owner of Vouge magazine is getting married, and we're invited." He put his feet on the table and flipped through the magazine. "Plus, free food and booze."

"Wait, you're mother owns Vouge Magazine?" Chase was amazed as I nodded my head. "How come you never told us?"

"After my father died, my mother became obsessed with the damn thing. Sometimes she wouldn't even come home. She lost intrest in my sister and I; it seemed like we didn't even exsist. So I lost intrest in her."

We sat in silence until the results were in.

A/N: So, I know it's short. I just wanted to get it out because I have a problem with not updating. But I plan on finishing this. I plan on finishing all but one of my stories on here. That would be the Prison Break one because I don't see it going anywhere. It was pretty much a crack fic. But my Harry Potter one, this one, and the other few I'll be posting soon will be finished. Not sure when, but they will be.