I changed one line just a bit because I got a review from someone who was about to watch Dead Poets Society and that one line totally spoiled it for them. To them and anyone else, I am extremely sorry, sometimes I just don't think about spoilers! It is now changed and spoiler free, promises!

"If you're not going to be interesting I wish you would stop coming to bother me!" House yelled after Wilson. Wilson didn't turn, he only grinned and kept walking. House watched him disappear around the corner and then entered the conference room that was attached to his office. As he sidled up to the coffee machine he gave a soft sigh and poured himself a cup of coffee. It was good coffee too, none of that gross hospital coffee in his office, no way. He held the red coffee cup in front of his face and smiled.

"I love you, red coffee cup. You hold my coffee so I can drink it." He mumbled playfully to the coffee cup before he took a deep drink. As he brought the cup back down something caught his attention. Something…someone was sniffling in his office. He turned slowly to look over his shoulder. Dr. Cameron was sitting in his chair with her head in her hands…sniffling. He couldn't take sniffling. As much as he hated to admit it, even to himself, sniffling broke his heart. It also got his furniture wet. He debated with himself for about two seconds between running and hiding or confronting curiosity when he started walking towards his office. He entered through the glass doors unnoticed, stood silently observing for a few seconds and then opened his mouth.

"You're getting my chair wet." He said. Cameron snapped her head up, startled by his voice and guilty about sitting in his chair. She sniffled. His heart broke. "Are you alright?" She studied him for a split second and then giggled softly as she wiped away a tear.

"I'm fine." She saw his skeptical look and she smiled. "Its really not what you think. Its silly." A pause. He waited. "I…I didn't have anything to do and, well, you weren't here so I turned on the TV and…" She stopped. He waited again.

"And?" He finally asked. She blushed slightly.

"Dead Poets Society happened to be on, and I was just…it was so sad…" House started laughing, actually laughing. Cameron blushed more and gave a little shrug. "I said it was silly." House ended his laughter with a short chuckle and shook his head at the floor.

"Was it the first time you'd seen it?" House asked suddenly. If she said yes he'd be amazed. It was one of the best movies ever, in his own opinion, and one of his personal favorites. Of course, if it were up to him no one would ever know that. Cameron looked embarrassed again.

"No, this is probably the twentieth time I've seen it." And she giggled again. He wished she'd go back to sniffling. A question occurred to him then. He asked everyone he ever met this question and everyone always thought he was insane. If she thought he was crazy then it was no great loss to him, and that was only if she didn't think he was crazy already. He hesitated only slightly.

"You know the kid in the movie, Neil Perry…You don't think that…"

"He looks just like Wilson?" She finished. House was stunned, even Wilson thought he was nuts for thinking that.

"Exactly. Wilson hates that I think that. In fact, everyone I ask thinks I'm off my rocker for thinking it."

"I've thought that ever since I met him." She confessed. "It's so uncanny."

"Exactly!" House realized that he was getting a bit too excited. "Ahem…well, as long as you're not ruining my furniture anymore I guess I can leave." He turned to walk back out the door when he heard her voice again.

"I'm sorry about using your TV." She said softly. He turned only slightly and smiled to himself. Aw heck, why not?

"You're welcome to use it whenever you want." He said. Her heart skipped a beat then, surprised at the privilege he had given her. He walked out the door and she sat back in his chair and sighed. "Just don't tell anyone that I like Dead Poets Society!" He yelled back at her. She laughed.