Hi, and thanks for reading (or intending to read, at any rate) my first House fan fiction. I know this chapter is short, but I'll post the rest in much larger chunks. These characters are not mine, but obviously this makes little difference to me. I hope you have as much fun reading as I did writing!

The Last Waltz

When he found out she hadn't seen it, he was properly horrified. They were in the conference room: she, Foreman and Chase were seated around the table while House stood at the whiteboard. House was writing 'tachycardia' when the subject came up, but he stopped at 'tachy' to stare at Cameron. "What did you say?" he asked his voice incredulous.

"I haven't seen it," Cameron repeated.

Everyone stared at her. Chase and Foreman looked amused. House looked horrified.

"You haven't seen The Last Waltz?"

She shook her head.

"You haven't seen The Last Waltz."

She considered shaking her head again, but she was worried that House was stuck like a broken record on her answer. "Can you finish writing the symptom?" She asked instead. It was really starting to bother her; not that she'd tell him that half-written words made her clench almost as much as unanswered pagers.

House's wasn't deterred. His right eyebrow ascended to his hairline as he regarded his team. "Mr. Hip Hop and Mr. Didgeridoo here have both seen the greatest movie ever made, and you haven't. Why? Have you no appreciation for beautiful music?"

Foreman and Chase were too entertained to glare at House for the new politically incorrect nicknames, so Cameron glared for them. "Can we just get back to the differential?"

"Did your parents not love you? Or did you grow up Amish?" House paused to stare at her, and Cameron got the sinking feeling that he was picturing her in a bonnet. "Please tell me you had no VCR as a child."

"We had a VCR." Well, they did until she had stuck a waffle in it when she was five. They hadn't gotten a new one for several years, and she still couldn't look at syrup without flushing with residual shame. "I… what's so great about it anyway?"

House turned to her male counterparts. "What's so great about it anyway…" He repeated faintly.

"We really have an echo problem in here today." Foreman remarked dryly. Chase just flashed her a sympathetic smile over his Styrofoam coffee cup.

House snapped his attention back to Cameron. "What are you doing Thursday night?"

She was thrown by the change in topic. "Thursday night?"

"It comes after Wednesday night."

"Uh- nothing. I don't have anything after work."

"Good. You're coming to my place at eight."

It felt like everything in the room froze. "I am?"

Her boss's blue eyes kept her pinned. "Well, do you want to spend the rest of your life wandering in a black fog of ignorance? Nothing I can do about it if you do. But if you want to be enlightened, then I've got a spot on my couch and a bottle of beer just for you."

She had to bite her tongue to keep from dumbly repeating him yet again. From the corner of her eye she saw Chase staring with his mouth open and Foreman leaning back in his chair. They looked for the world as if they were engrossed in a soap opera. She felt herself loosing her composure, so she clung to the rush of pleasure she felt and smiled at House. "Sure. I'd hate to get a vitamin D deficiency from hanging out in a black fog all day."

House failed to suppress a tiny grin at her words. "Great. If you want popcorn, bring it yourself." He turned back to the white board and finished writing 'tachycardia'.

Cameron let out a long breath, finally able to relax. Thursday night. Three days. After everything they'd been through – years of cases, her quitting and subsequent rehiring, their ill-fated date, House's recent brush with death and then health before relapsing to his previous pained lifestyle – after all that, a spot on his couch and a bottle of beer sounded like paradise.

"Just so you know," House said as he scrawled 'dizziness' and 'memory loss' on the board, "you're going to have to tell Wilson and Cuddy that Threesome Thursday is off this week." Chase choked on his coffee as House added, "Wilson will be so disappointed. He loves being the cream in our Oreo cookie."

Cameron rolled her eyes. As long as House was there, paradise would have a crude sense of humor.