A/N: I really love Taylor Swift. This song, called Our Song, (obviously by Swift) made me think of the Chase-Cam ship, when they were in Arizona (so…right after Cameron realizes she actually has feelings for Chase). I'm not quite sure where the lines of a fic are drawn, but I tried real hard to twist the song to their relationship. Please don't sure me.

By: Hadley

Disclaimer: I don't own House or any of Taylor Swift's songs. And if I did, they wouldn't be on TV or the radio. So be glad I don't own them.

Cameron:

I was riding by him with my hair flying in the front seat of his car.

He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel and the other on my heart.

I look around, put my med-journal down, and he says "Allie, is something wrong?"

I say "Nothing, I was just thinking how we don't have a song." And he says

Both (Chorus):

Our song is the janitor's closet, sneaking out during a routine sleep test.

When we're in the conference room, and you talk real slow, 'cuz it's early and House don't know.

Our song is the way you smile, night after night spent at your house,

And when I get home before I say 'Amen' asking God if he could play it again.

Chase:

I was walkin' up out of the conference room after everything that day

Had gone all wrong, patient's gone, records lost and thrown away.

Got to the locker room, well on my way to a drunken state-of-mind

I almost didn't notice all the roses and the note that said…

Both (Chorus):

Our song is the janitor's closet, sneaking out during a routine sleep test.

When we're in the conference room, and you talk real slow, 'cuz it's early and House don't know.

Our song is the way you smile, night after night spent at your house,

And when I get home before I say 'Amen' asking God if he could play it again.

Chase:

I searched all over my I-pod, even snuck out House's to listen,

Waited for something to come along that was as good as our song.

Both (Chorus):

'Cuz our song is the janitor's closet, sneaking out during a routine sleep test.

When we're in the conference room, and you talk real slow, 'cuz it's early and House don't know.

Our song is the way you smile, night after night spent at your house,

And when I get home before I say 'Amen' asking God if he could play it again.

Cameron:

I was riding' by him with my hair flying in the front seat of his car.

I grabbed a pencil and an old case file and I wrote down our song.