Title: Real Smooth
Rating: PG-13 (for bad language)
Pairing: Foreman/Chase
Word Count: 495
Warnings: Spoilers for Hunting.
Summary: Set within the episode, right after Foreman finds something out about Chase and Cameron.
Disclaimer: They're not my characters. Fox/David Shore/whoever else owns them, not me.
Author's Notes: This started out as something completely different and then I didn't like where it was going and now it's...how it is.

This was how it was supposed to be. He had made a point of bringing up their future together, or lack thereof. He wanted to make it clear that their relationship wasn’t a Relationship. They were friends with benefits, fuckbuddies, whatever. That was the extent of it; no strings, just sex.

So why was Foreman sitting here by himself in the lounge? Sure, he had put on a brave face and tried to look amused at the prospect of Chase banging Cameron, but the very idea made his throat catch and his eyes burn. Goddamn it, Eric, he thought to himself, Since when do you have feelings for Chase? Foreman needed to get out of this room and go somewhere else. He didn’t want anyone to come in here and find him in this state. Yeah, that’s right, Eric Foreman is sitting here all alone trying not to cry about some guy he’s been fucking. Real smooth.

Foreman made his way to the door and tried to psyche himself up into looking at least remotely normal. He reached out for the knob, but it opened for him. Startled, Foreman stepped back and found himself face-to-face with Chase. “Ha, geez, you scared me. I wasn’t expecting you—“

“I was hoping you were in here,” Chase cut him off, “I wanted to talk to you about earlier today.”

Foreman hoped he had a neutral expression on his face, “Oh? About what?”

“Um,” Chase closed the door and motioned for Foreman to join him on the couch, “About the thing with Cameron and me.” He took note of the way Foreman’s eyebrows shot up and then settled down to their normal placement in an obvious effort on Foreman’s part to look nonchalant. “I just wanted to let you know that what happened between Cameron and I, it wasn’t—it didn’t mean anything. It was kind of a one-off sort of thing.”

Foreman’s insides may or may not have turned to mush, but he made a concerted effort to look stoic, “That’s fine. It’s not really any of my business what you do with your free time, Chase.”

“Eric—“

“Chase,” Foreman emphasized the other man’s last name and gave him a look, “Of course, inter-office relationships can make things difficult, but I don’t think you have to explain anything to me.” Foreman got up to leave.

Chase leaned back on the couch and ran a hand through his hair. He sighed, “I know you better than you think.”

Foreman’s hand paused on the door knob, but he didn’t turn around. He couldn’t decide how to answer this, if at all, but settled on, “Do you?”

Chase had quietly made his way across the room until he was directly behind Foreman. “Yes, I do.” Not realizing how close Chase was behind him, Foreman turned and brushed Chase’s lips with his own. With their lips still almost touching Chase whispered, “You have an awful pokerface,” before kissing Foreman deeply.

Title: Dreams Ripped Asunder By Life's Cruel Stabbing Reality
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Word Count: 190
Warnings: Spoilers for Euphorias 1 and 2.
Summary: Cameron finds something out about Foreman's personality.
Disclaimer: They're not my characters. Fox/David Shore/whoever else owns them, not me.
Author's Notes: Um...this is my first fic (and it's not really that much of one) so please be gentle. ^_^ I was just thinking about what would really get that kind of a reaction out of Foreman.

“Did you always want to be a doctor?”

Startled by Cameron suddenly breaking the silence in the lab, Foreman almost dropped the slide smeared with the patient’s possibly AIDS infected blood. “Um, what?”

Cameron tried not to laugh at the look on Foreman’s face as he fumbled with the slide, “When you were a little kid, did you want to be anything besides a doctor?”

Foreman cocked his eyebrow, “Why do you ask?”

She shrugged while leaning forward to look into a microscope. Slightly muffled, she said, “Before you got here, Chase mentioned that he wanted to be an astronaut when he was a kid and I was just curious if you--” Cameron turned away from the microscope and her mouth fell open as she saw Foreman doubled over in laughter. This was the hardest she had ever seen him laugh without having something neurologically wrong with him. Wide-eyed, she asked, “What’s so funny?”

“I just…the image of…Chase…in space,” he managed to get out through bursts of laughter.

Cameron gave Foreman a quizzical look as she went back to her microscope. Maybe Mr. Cool-and-Collected wasn’t so stoic after all.