Stolen from hannahrorlove

[deelaundry]

Certain people on my f-list to whom I owe things will kill me for being distracted but this sounds like too much fun:

Name three fics that you think I will never, ever, ever write. In return, I will attempt to write a snippet of one of them.

Snippets (all PG-13ish) written for:

• Self-insertion: House falls for the new doctor at PPTH, Wilson get jealous. 
• Foreman is a go-go dancer.
• What's all this then? House secretly has an adorable niece!
• Wilson kills House. (WARNING:  CHARACTER DEATH)
• Cameron offers House the same microwave-pizza-sex deal that she had with Chase, and House takes her up on it.
• The Super Six wake up and find that they've all grown wings. Big, fluffy angel wings.
• Foreman is transgendered; his other name is NOT Erica, it's Latifah.
• House is a furry.
• House/Julie Whitner-cripple!smut.

There is also a Matt/Ben AU snippet.

Comments

[petrichor-fizz.livejournal.com]

1) What's all this then? House secretly has an adorable niece!
2) Chase/Cameron/House PWP.
3) House/Cuddy fluff. Wilson makes a cameo appearance as an utter bastard.

[deelaundry.livejournal.com]

Of all the things Chase ever imagined seeing at a petting zoo, House was so far off the list it wasn't even funny. Chase wondered for a moment if maybe it was a doppleganger, but the combination of scowl, cane, and ugly sneakers just could not be duplicated.

When House spotted him, Chase hastily closed his gaping mouth.

"What are you doing here?" House demanded. "Trolling for dates?"

"My neighbor and her kids invited me along, and I figured why not." Chase gestured subtly with his head at the gorgeous woman-next-door, who was helping her children feed the goats.

House nodded his head. "Nice. Now get lost."

Raising an eyebrow, Chase frowned at him. House was blunt, but not normally that blunt.

"I said get lost," House said, brandishing his cane.

Chase was just about to step away when a little girl of ten or so ran up to them, her pigtails flopping in the breeze.

"Uncle Greg!" she cried. "I washed my hands and everything, so pony rides are next!"

At House's left side, she hugged him, and Chase was astonished to see House's hand stroke lightly on her hair.

"You promised! You promised!" she said, hugging tighter and bouncing at the same time, face turned up toward House's.

House smiled, and Chase thrust a knuckle against his mouth to keep from gasping. This was so strange.

"I did promise, moppet, and I will deliver. Pony time." The little girl grinned broadly and then ran off toward the horse barn.

"You have a niece?" Chase blurted as House moved to follow her. "But you're an only child."

House rolled his eyes and began walking. "Ex-wife's brother's kid," he let drift back over his shoulder.

[petrichor-fizz.livejournal.com]

Ay-ay-ay. The skillfulness of the execution was no match for the sheer awfulness of the premise, I'm afraid (thanks muchly, though).

[deelaundry.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, I tried. Thanks!

[petrichor-fizz.livejournal.com]

Nothing wrong with what YOU did, my dear. I think that particular plotline is just irredeemable.