Title: My Friend

Author: Jenn11

Rating: K

A/N: Takes place just after In Vino Veritas. I hate Dr. Peck, and this is my way of getting rid of her…

"Dr. Peck."

Hearing her name called, she stopped and looked around. A young man with dark eyes and hair gave a half smile. "Do I know you?" she asked.

"No. We haven't met. I'm Tucker Bryant – one of Hank's patients. I heard we had a new doctor in the area," Tucker replied. "As a hemophiliac I like to make sure I know the local doctors…"

"Of course, very smart. With hemophilia, we can't take any chances. It's nice to meet you. Let me give you my card so you can call me… if you ever can't get a hold of Hank," she tacked on.

"Sure," Tucker said, taking the card. "See you around."

She nodded and left the restaurant.

Libby joined Tucker. "We need to get rid of her," he said.

"Already on it," Libby said, hitting the 'send' on the text blast she'd just finished.

He gave her a kiss on the cheek and pulled his phone out to make some phone calls.

A few days later Dr. Peck was leaving an hour long meeting with her newest client – Libby. A hypochondriac. She'd enjoyed the way Libby's eyes had lit up when she'd said she want to do some 'aggressive diagnostics'. Libby was worth a fortune. Which was good, since she seemed to be losing all her other clients.

The next day the blonde doctor stormed up to the group sitting around Boris' pool, and glared at Divya. "You've done this! I don't know how, but I know it was you. You've hated me from day one."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Divya said, honestly confused.

"What's going on?" Hank asked, as he and Tucker walked up.

"She's made almost all my new patients drop me!"

"I've done no such thing," Divya said.

Tucker smiled. "I did it. Did I forget to tell you that Hank isn't just my doctor, he also my friend? You're not wanted, or needed, in the Hamptons. I'm not letting you take Hank's business."

"You?" she asked in disbelief.

"I grew up in this world. I just made a few phone calls and sent a few text messages. Being Tucker Bryant has its problems, but it also has its advantages." Given the disinheritance mess with his father, Tucker had been very much in the mood to enjoy the advantages lately.

"We'll see. I still have a few clients," she said and left.

Hank turned to his young friend. "Tucker?"

"You're always helping me, Hank. I wanted to do something to help you," Tucker explained. "And I didn't like her. You see people. She sees dollar signs. You should ask Libby how she acted around her… Like she'd just found an ATM. You're my friend, Hank. I wasn't going to let her hurt you when it was so easy to stop her."

"Thank you, Tucker."

Just after Dr. Peck arrived home a call came in. "Hello, Libby," she greeted. "I'm on my way over so we can begin those diagnostics we talked about. We want to make sure we find out exactly what is going on with your health."

"Don't bother. I already have a diagnosis. I'm a cyberchondriac. Hank told me that like a year ago. Unlike you, he was honest with me, and didn't try to string me along and play to my illness just to get money from me. By the way, my boyfriend says 'hi'. I think you know him – Tucker. I'm proud to say I helped with getting rid of your clients. I'm also a friend of Hank's. Bye."

Dr. Peck was in shock. How could a couple teens – children – have ruined her chance to build a practice in the Hamptons?