So my main problem with House/Foreman is that I can never figure out why they would be together. I mean, I get why House would want to do Foreman, because, well, just
look at the guy. And I'm pretty sure House has been crushing on Foreman since the Pilot episode when Foreman shoved a piece of bacteria-infected sandwich into his mouth just to prove House wrong. (At least, that's when I started crushing on Foreman.) But I can never really justify Foreman wanting to do House. Okay, yeah, he likes House's brains and all (and now I just had a mental image of zombie!Foreman going "braaaaaaains". Zombie!Foreman would definitely do House), but that can only get you so far. Foreman cares about appearances, he always dresses slick, none of that shirt un-tucked stuff that House goes for (and in my mind, Foreman's car is the sexiest thing in ppth's parking lot). He's also not as messed up inside as Wilson is that he'd be weak to House's brand of slobbishness.
That's really the problem I have with with this one fic that will probably never getting finished at this rate. Beause in it, House is all "YUM" and Foreman's like "I'm way too sexy for this douchebag" or whatever the Foreman-equivalent of that is, which is probably an eyebrow raise.
But anyway, that's why I always find it easier to just handwave that stuff and go straight to the porn.
( cut for House/Foreman sexing in medias res )Yeah....
Also, you know what would be really funny? House fic written in emoticons.
No, wait, I'm serious!
Like, okay, how about:
House: :(
Wilson: :?
House:
:(Wilson: :$
House: :)
(In case you couldn't tell up there, Wilson just bought House lunch.)
Or...
House: B)
Wilson: :(
House: :?
Wilson: :o :o :o :'( :o :o
House: ... :/
(Wilson lecturing House about being reckless on his motorcycle.)
Or, for some drama, how about House and Wilson finding out the results of House's liver function test?
Wilson: :S
House: :?
Wilson: :o(+)
House: DX
Wilson: D:
....I just wrote emoticon death-fic. D:
(Okay, so possibly this is amusing only to me.)
Oh and before I forget, for my own records mainly, here's my
cliche bingo card.