A/N: I've only been watching this series since the beginning of this season but I'm thoroughly fascinated by it all. I've been reading House and Cameron fics for the past week straight. I'm the worst writer in the world when it comes to dialogue so please forgive me for that. I also have a very odd style of writing. I like 3rd person plus 1st person so it all turns out weird and very abstract. If you don't like the style of writing then please let me know in a my rush to post this yesterday I didn't do a very good editing job. Plus, I forgot to italicize the lyrics. I would also like to add that I hate song fics but I've had these lyrics floating in my head for some time so I thought that I would use them.

He had turned on the radio this morning. He cursed while waiting for the elevator. The song kept replaying over and over in his head. Why did it always happen that way?

She's gone to heaven so I've got to be good

So I can see my baby when I'll leave this world.

He quietly sung under his breath. Maybe he could get rid of it faster.

We were out on a date in my daddy's car

We hadn't driven very far.

'Bing.' The elevator had arrived and he hobbled on.

A car was stalled, the engine was dead

I couldn't stop

So I swerved to the right.

Two floors up, Cameron got on. She didn't notice him. She had her nose buried in a file. The latest case. Some sick boy. They would find a cure.

The screamin' tires

The bustin glass

The painful scream that I heard last.

He kept singing. Even quieter now that she was there. It wasn't working. Maybe she could distract him. Be his amusement for the elevator ride.

"Cameron, what are you reading?" he spoke up. She blinked. She'd been automatic pilot. Hadn't even noticed him or where she was.

"House," it took her a second to acknowledge him. "It's the results on the new patient."

"I have a song stuck in my head," he jumped around subjects.

"Okay," she drew out the word. "Did you want me to perform a lobotomy? Would that help?" She smirked. She wasn't being rude. She had to play his game of quick quips.

"I was thinking of something else." He said in the tone that he got when he knew the answer and you didn't. He was leaning forward on his cane and his eyes had something akin to a twinkle. But you couldn't use that word to describe Gregory House. She stood only a few feet from him. He could be dangerous sometimes.