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

[deelaundry.livejournal.com]

"Please stop teasing me, Dr. House," the brown-haired woman said, staring down at her lunch through silver-rimmed glasses. "It's - well, I was going to say 'not nice,' but from what I understand you don't care about nice."

House sat back in his chair and studied her for a moment. No makeup, not even concealer for the wrinkles starting to form at the corners of her eyes. Her eyebrows must have been waxed at some point, but she'd let it go too long and now fine hairs were sprouting over the bridge of her nose again. She also had the least styled haircut House had ever seen on a woman - barely more shape than House's own hair. On other women, these qualities would've turned House off from the first second. On this woman...

"I'm not teasing you, Landry," House said matter-of-factly. "I think you're interesting."

She looked up briefly, pale blue eyes flashing, but returned her gaze to her sandwich. "I'm a research pathologist. Nobody finds me interesting."

"I do," House said, and leaned forward.

There wasn't actually a shadow across the table, but there might as well have been. "House."

House ignored Wilson completely and tugged at Landry's plate. She pulled it back immediately, and House struggled not to smile. "What are you doing Saturday, Landry?"

"Working." She was eating her chips before her sandwich. Smart move with House around, but he didn't think she knew that yet.

Wilson huffed a little with impatience. "House."

"You're not working Saturday night, are you?" House bit his lower lip to contain his smile and bobbed and weaved his head, looking for eye contact with those pretty blue eyes.

With a small sigh, she finally looked right at him. "Your friend wants to talk to you."

"He'll wait. He always waits. I, on the other hand, can't stand waiting. Say you'll go out with me Saturday."

[nonconformity93.livejournal.com]

I want you to try to win more at life. I want to see if it's possible. I doubt it is.

[deelaundry.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

[nonconformity93.livejournal.com]

oh, and I'm stealing this. Think it would be fun to try.