AN: Hi everyone. This is sort of a compilation of one-shots about Derek's love song for Addison. I've been entirely obsessed with the song since they aired that episode, but I've only gotten around to writing this now. The stories are in chronological order, but they won't all match up to make one complete story. There are only five chapters, and it's clearly Addek. The prompts are taken from different lines in the song. :)

Hope you guys like it. And once again- I own nothing.

PS: If you're not familiar with all of the lyrics:

Our eyes met over the cadaver, and I knew I had to have her.
Had his mitral valve grown too thick?
Is that what made our cadaver so sick?
Addison Montgomery, he met her in the summer.
She was cutting up a very dead body.
And in her eyes I saw my life,
I knew that she would be my wife,
And she would breathe the life back into me
from everyday until eternity.
Or until I'd be as dead as that body.

- Grey's Anatomy 5x15

Prompt: Our eyes met over the cadaver, and I knew I had to have her.

Derek Shepherd grinned broadly as he walked alongside his best friend Mark, both of them extremely excited. They had talked about cadavers pretty much since they got their acceptance letter to the summer program, knowing that being able to study one was a big part of medical school. It didn't hurt, too, that they were doing it ahead of everyone else they were graduating with.

They were on their way to check the list for Anatomy—the list that told them who they were grouped with for laboratory, and the people they were going to spend every group activity with for the rest of their stay at Columbia Med.

"This is it, Mark," Derek said, adjusting the big book in his arms as they exited the auditorium.

Mark nodded, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "I doubt we'll be in the same group though," he said. "There's like a one in ten chance of us being grouped together."

Derek laughed. "Yeah, well. We'll need to socialize anyway. And network. We need to network."

"That's right. More girls," he agreed, knowing there was a bigger chance of them being introduced to a wider array of hot, fiery and determined girls if they were in different groups rather than them socializing in the same circles.

Derek rolled his eyes. "That's more girls to screw for you. We've been here, what, two weeks? And you're already screwing some girl."

But Mark wasn't paying attention as his head was turned, checking out a girl who had passed them by in the hallway. His attention only went back to Derek when he jokingly hit his chest with the back of his hand.

"Hey, watch it," Mark said warningly, merely shrugging at Derek's disapproving look. "I can't help it. Med school is the best place to find women who are driven and confident. Give it another month, and they're all too tired of studying, and you got yourself a roomful of women needing a good screw to release all the tension."

Derek laughed heartily, but rolled his eyes just the same. Mark was a manwhore, and he wondered how he had become best friends with him. But he had a good heart, and apparently, a good penis too, and he was just glad he had Mark with him, fulfilling their dreams.

They reached the bulletin boards, but there was a big crowd gathered around it that he knew he wouldn't be able to squeeze through.

"Wanna wait it out?" he asked Mark.

Mark nodded before he found a pretty blonde at the very back, deciding he wanted to chat her up. He winked at Derek before going up to the blonde, leaving Derek alone.

Derek hugged his book closer and then walked to the corner, his eyes scanning the crowd for a familiar face. When he found none, he settled by leaning on the wall and watching the crowd slowly disperse.

He didn't know how long he was standing in the corner before Naomi, a girl he had sat beside with in Physiology, flashed him a smile and walked over to him. He returned the smile and lifted himself from his leaning position on the wall.

"Hey, Derek," she greeted.

"Hey Naomi," he greeted back. "Got your groupmates all listed down, I see," he stated, eyeing the paper Naomi was holding.

Naomi shrugged. "Wouldn't hurt. I had to take down my room mate's groupies too," she explained. "And lucky for you, you're actually in the same group together."

Derek raised a brow. "Really?"

She nodded. "Addison Montgomery. You're in the morning session," she informed. "Befriend her, okay!"

Derek flashed her a big smile and nodded. "You know I will. What about you? Know anyone in your group?"

Naomi scowled. "No one but that guy who hit on me at the welcoming party."

Derek furrowed his brow, urging her to continue.

She sighed. "Sam Bennett. But I suppose it's a good thing I'm in the afternoon session. I can go and get drunk after each session, nurse the hangover in the morning, and report to lab in the afternoons."

He chuckled, gesturing to see the paper Naomi had scribbled on. She handed it to him and he perused it.

"Oh, you're in the same group as my friend," he explained, pointing to Mark who was still talking to the blonde.

Naomi raised a brow, gesturing in Mark's direction. "Oh, him?" she asked, her voice only slightly disdainfully.

Derek had to laugh at Naomi's reaction. "You seem to have issues with him."

Naomi shook her head, returning her attention back Derek. "He's dating my other roommate. Andrea Price." She paused, turning her head and sizing Mark up with her eyes. "Dr. Price's daughter," she explained in a hushed voice.

Leave it to Mark to screw someone, putting him in a dangerous position. Dr. Price was their Anatomy Professor. Derek chuckled. "Does he know?"

She shrugged. "I doubt it. You can tell him," she smiled. "But I have to go. I need to finish my paper for Biochemistry."

Derek nodded, smiling at Naomi. "All right. Thanks, Nae."

She patted his arm and smiled back. "You're welcome. Take it easy," she said, before she walked away, stuffing the paper into her pocket.

Mark was still busy talking to the blonde, so he made his way up to the bulletin board. No one else was looking through it, and he stepped up directly in front of the master list.

He scanned it. Shepherd. Shepherd. Shepherd, he thought, looking for his name. Shepherd. Bingo.

It read:

Group 4:
Calloway, Georgina Marie
Farnon, Joseph John
Montgomery, Addison Adrianne Forbes
Patterson, Alyssa Cristine
Shepherd, Derek Christopher Maloney

He didn't know anybody. But Naomi had said her roommate was in his group- Addison Montgomery. He'd never met her, but he was bound to because they were going to be in the same group for the rest of their stay at Columbia. The prospect neither excited nor repelled him. The grouping was really nothing to him, at least for now.

Mark had come up behind him, slapping his shoulder as he came closer. "Found your group?"

He nodded. "I don't know anybody."

Mark laughed. "That's a good thing. Blank slate, no preconceived notions. A whole new ballgame."

That was one way to look at it. He just shrugged. Nothing was going to dampen his excitement.

Mark took his time to peruse the list, and grinned when he saw his name.

"See, I'm right there," he pointed. "Group 7. Bennett, Samuel Matthew. Jones, Naomi Jane, Markus, Markus Mark-" he scrunched up his nose and scowled. "What an ugly name. Who names their kid Markus Mark Markus?"

Derek shook his head and rolled his eyes. "It's an ugly name. But we're not his parents," he said, but he couldn't help laughing out the last bit.

"Man, am I glad I'm not him," Mark stated, turning his eyes back to the list. "Sloan, Mark Ilias," he grinned as he mentioned his name, "and Walter, Melissa Angela."

"There are two girls in your group, Mark," Derek pointed out. "And three men. Tough competition."

A low chuckle erupted from his throat. "I'm sure these two girls have friends they can introduce me to."

"They're not gonna want to introduce you to them. You're groupies with Naomi Jones, and she's roommates with Andrea."

Mark quirked his brow up in confusion. "So?"

"Andrea Price is Dr. Price's daughter," he explained.

A look of recognition spread on his face. "Oh," he muttered, allowing the information to digest. "Oh, well..."

Derek laughed. "Be careful next time, Mark," he warned, knowing it was his duty to keep him in line.

Through their friendship, it was since proven that Derek was the obedient, responsible type, and Mark was the happy-go-lucky, screw-everything-with-a-vagina type. It was Derek's job to remind him. They were both equally smart, and equally competitive, too. And if Derek said so himself- equally good looking. Just that Mark was a little more forward with his charm than he was.

Mark could only offer him a sly grin before he led Derek away from the bulletin boards.

The following Monday found Derek grabbing a pair of gloves and his lab gown in a hurry. He was running late, waking up at 8:30 for a 9am class. He stuffed his dissecting kit and mask into his backpack, grabbing his atlas from his study table and running like crazy to the laboratory.

He ignored Mark muttering something about him being too loud so early in the morning, rolling his eyes because he knew Mark had the afternoon session. He rushed through the hallway, almost hitting a janitor who was mopping up a spot in the floor before he apologized profusely, albeit hurriedly, while he kept going his way.

When he reached the laboratory, he was literally out of breath and had to hold on to the wall to even out his breathing. He checked his watch and saw that it was 9:10. In medical school, or in the field of medicine in general, 10 minutes could be the deciding factor between life and death, and he mentally kicked himself for having too much fun the night before.

Once he had composed himself enough, he adjusted his scrub top and entered the laboratory. Thankfully, no one had noticed him slip in. They were all getting ready, putting on their gowns in preparation for the activity.

He looked around the room, for the first time noticing the tables that he presumed carried the cadavers. There were blue pieces of cloth draped over the bodies, and he tried to contain the excitement already starting to bubble in his gut.

Slowly, he made his way to the fourth table, knowing it was his group because there were only four of them gathered around the cadaver. But before he could reach his table, their professor, who was eyeing him the entire time, took the microphone as he stood on the platform.

"Mr. Shepherd, so nice of you to join us," he said into the microphone, making all heads turn to him.

He blushed profusely, looking at his feet as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "I'm sorry, Dr. Price. I sort of overslept."

Dr. Price raised a brow at him, scribbling something on the attendance sheet then clearing his throat. "Oversleeping in the real world could cost you your job, Mr. Shepherd. Take this is as a learning experience."

Derek nodded meekly before going to his group's table. He ignored the sympathetic looks people threw his way, and kept his eyes firmly on the ground as he changed into the proper attire.

From the platform, Dr. Price shook his head for a moment before he proceeded to discuss the activity for the day.

He had been discussing a good twenty minutes before Derek finally recovered from the momentary bruise on his ego and started to listen.

"Sagittal plane, dorsal and ventral," he heard Dr. Price say, gesturing to the model in front of the class. "Since we are studying the human anatomy organ-based, we'll start with a longitudinal incision from the thorax to the navel. Make crosswise incisions approximately five inches apart to end up with this," he explained, drawing the desired incisions on the board.

"When you've opened it up, clear up the fascia and note of the following: greater omentum, the lungs, and the stomach. We'll go more in-depth in the next couple of meetings.

"Now remember, these are still human beings. So treat them with respect. Is that clear?"

A series of nods went through the laboratory, and Dr. Price walked to the edge of the platform.

"You may begin."

Derek turned to the table and smiled at his group mates. They were all looking through their laboratory manuals, studying them before starting.

"I'm Derek," he announced, and all of them, bar one, looked at him. They all had blank expressions on their faces.

But his smile didn't falter. "Sorry I was late."

A girl with honey curls and blue eyes met his gaze and smiled politely. "Georgina," she offered, her dimples pressing deeper as she spoke.

"Nice to meet you," Derek said, flashing her a dreamy smile.

Georgina nodded mutely, acutely aware that Derek was incredibly good-looking.

"Joseph," the guy beside Georgina said, reaching to shake Derek's hand. Derek took it, shaking it firmly. "You can call me Joe."

"Nice to meet you Joe."

A stubby girl with brown hair and a mole on her cheek, who noticed that Derek was cuter than most guys in the program, offered him a big grin. "I'm Alyssa," she said, introducing herself.

"Hi Alyssa. I'm Derek," he answered, returning the smile.

There was an awkward pause between all of them, no one knowing how to carry the conversation on. Derek turned his attention to redhead beside Alyssa, thoroughly preoccupied with the atlas before her.

Her red hair was in a ponytail, and her brow was knit slightly as she studied the diagrams. Alyssa nudged her with her elbow, and she looked up to meet Alyssa's signaling gaze.

"Oh, what?" the redhead said, confused.

Alyssa pointed to Derek with her lips while he cleared his throat. He was standing across all four of his group mates, the cadaver between them a telltale sign of his tardiness that morning.

The redhead turned her head and met Derek's gaze, her blue eyes meeting his in an instant.

Derek's breath hitched. She was beautiful. She was beautiful, and he felt like that was still an understatement.

They stared at each other for two seconds before Derek noticed how her look turned from curious to odd. She was waiting.

"Oh, um. Hi," he managed, only missing the stuttering the slightest bit. "I'm Derek," he said, extending his hand across the cadaver.

She eyed it warily before nodding. "Addison," she replied, shaking his hand for a brief second before turning her attention back to her book.

Addison. This was Naomi's roommate. She had told him to make friends with her. But Naomi failed to mention that said roommate was gorgeous, her red hair a beautiful contrast to her blue eyes.

Derek smiled to himself. He was giddy. And nervous. And excited. Addison Montgomery was perfect.

He remained staring at her as she perused her atlas one last time before exhaling, seemingly ready to start.

"Are you guys ready?" Addison asked, slipping her latex gloves on.

A chorus of yes echoed across the table and she smiled. Georgina, who was now at the head of the table, reached for the blue cloth on top of the cadaver and pulled at it gently. It revealed a dead white man on the table, very naked and just, well, very dead.

Derek eyed the corpse suspiciously before he pulled his mask on and slipped the latex gloves into his hands.

Alyssa recoiled almost instantly, and Joe looked like he was about to faint. Georgina made a sign of the cross and looked heavenward. Addison pouted before grabbing her scalpel.

Derek had to chuckle. Addison looked just as fierce as her red hair implied, and she seemed incredibly determined.

"Does anyone want to make the first incision?" he heard her ask, offering the scalpel up to all of them.

Everyone shook their heads. The first incision, on their first lab day, was daunting. Nobody was willing to make a mistake, and only Addison seemed confident enough to do it.

Addison flashed him a look, raising a brow as if to ask if he wanted to do it. He raised his hands up and grinned.

"All yours," Derek said, the mask hiding the way he smiled.

Addison nodded and prepared to slice up the cadaver. She positioned the scalpel's blade on the mediastinum and pressed on it lightly. Immediately, a clear fluid started to leak out, and out of the corner of his eyes, Derek saw Georgina take a step back.

Addison then continued trailing the scalpel all the way to just below the navel, ignoring the stunned expression of her group mates' faces. The horrible smell of chemicals didn't deter her, and she continued to cut until the required length was achieved.

When she had extracted the scalpel, she took a step back and admired her work, smiling to herself. Her touch was light and efficient. She knew right there she'd make a great surgeon.

Derek recognized the sparkle in her eye and had to remind himself that there was only so much staring deemed socially acceptable. Shaking his head to get him to concentrate, he held his hand out to Addison to borrow her scalpel.

She handed it to him.

"Clean cut," Derek commented, complimenting her on her work. Addison only blushed.

He examined the cut and was proven right. The delicate cut was clean and perfect, a sure sign that she was a great student. Derek immediately felt the need to impress her.

Positioning the scalpel above the left breast, he just as delicately cut a crosswise incision on the cadaver, ignoring the strong stench of formalin that assaulted his nose even behind the mask.

Addison watched him and noticed how he turned slightly green at the smell of the chemical. When he stood up straighter, Addison raised a brow at him.

"Nice cut," she commented dryly.

They stared at each other for five seconds, trying to read the other's eyes. There were in no way considered friends, not yet anyway, but Derek felt an immediate connection with her. The moment was only broken by the sound of Alyssa's footsteps echoing as they pounded on the floor when she ran to the nearest trashcan to puke out all her breakfast.

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A week later, Derek still couldn't get over his curiosity. Addison was a mystery. She was well confined to her own group of friends, who, he realized, included Naomi Jones, Andrea Price, and another girl named Rebecca. They were inseparable, but she was different. She seemed, for instance, more headstrong than the rest of her friends, and looked like she came from a wealthy family.

She was a Forbes-Montgomery, the former being a dead giveaway of the wealth. She was out of his league, but he was determined. He needed to get to know her, to first be her friend, and then hopefully be something more.

It was stupid, considering he's never even had a conversation with her. All week, he had been keenly aware of where Addison was seated, the way she tucked her loose locks behind her ear, the way she eagerly took down notes in each and every class. He was always so close to her that she was always within earshot, and he'd hear her dry humor, her witty retorts, her caustic remarks delivered in a voice that could only be called Addison's. She was wonderful, and he wanted her.

There was something in her eyes, something that made his heart beat a little faster and his ears burn. He didn't know about other people, but he liked the feeling. He liked it and he wanted it back- everyday for the rest of his life if possible.

During their next Anatomy laboratory, Derek made sure to set his alarm so he could be at the lab early. He wanted to see her, maybe chat her up. He hoped she was the kind of student who was always early for her classes, brushing up on her notes so she'd be prepared for succeeding lectures. And he was right.

He was leaning on the door as they were still locked, mindlessly flipping through the atlas when she arrived. Her hair was pulled back again, and she seemed to be smoothing out her scrub top, or maybe removing a stain. He couldn't be sure from that far.

It was 8:15, and nobody else was in the hallways except them, granted it was too early to be in school on a Monday. Derek smiled to himself, seizing the opportunity to let her know he existed.

When she neared him, Derek stood up straighter and cleared his throat, earning her attention.

"Hey," he greeted warmly. "Addison, right?"

She nodded, still clutching her top with disdain. "Yeah. Hi, Derek."

There was a goofy smile on his face when he realized she remembered him. But before he could comment on that, her attention was back to the top, and he could hear her groan in frustration.

"Something wrong?" he asked, walking and stopping about half a foot from her.

Addison's eyes met his, and it took a Herculean effort not to get lost in it.

"I spilled some coffee on me this morning," she explained, gesturing to the brown stain on her light blue scrubs. "I can't get it off."

Derek examined the stain and pulled his backpack to the front, fishing out a pack of wet wipes. "Can I help you with that?" he offered, holding the wet wipes up for her to see.

Addison looked suspiciously at the wipes before she sighed. "Please," she said, allowing him to pull out a wipe and start running it over the stain.

Addison was aware that they were mere inches apart. She could feel his hand gently trying to erase the stain, even slipping slightly under her scrub to try erasing it at a more efficient angle. She tried to hide the blush that crept up to her cheeks upon realizing how they must have looked.

Derek, on the other hand, was concentrating on the task at hand, though he couldn't help but grin at the way Addison stiffened slightly under his touch. But she relaxed eventually, and that made Derek feel hopeful.

After a while, the stain still wouldn't come off, and Derek took a step back and straightened up. He flashed her an apologetic look.

Addison groaned, exasperated. "This is hopeless," she cried. She was always neat and impeccably put together. The stain bothered her to no end, and she knew she'd think about the whole thing even through the lab period. There wasn't much time to go back to her flat because she lived off campus and still needed to take the shuttle to her building.

Derek sensed her frustration and looked at her sympathetically. He had an extra pair of scrubs in his locker, but they were only there for emergencies. They were a horrendous color of salmon pink- something his mother bought for him before he moved. For that reason, they were strictly for emergencies because he didn't dare be seen wearing something so hideous.

But Addison looked she really wanted to change, so he pursed his lips, debating if he should offer the scrubs. And before he could think things through, his mouth was already forming the words.

"I have an extra pair of scrubs in my locker," he offered. "They're an ugly pink, and they'll probably clash with your hair. But if you really need it... I mean... You can just get the top. I think that'll look okay."

She looked up at him and saw that he was sincere, that he really wanted to help. Besides, he looked cute when he was nervous. So she thought about it and figured it would be better than anything, so she nodded.

"If it's no trouble," she started, smiling shyly. "I'd appreciate that."

Derek flashed her a big smile, shook his head and then lead her to his locker. He put in his combination, pulled the scrub top and handed it to her.

"It's pretty big..."

Addison scrunched her nose. "I can do with this," she smiled, before she disappeared into the ladies room adjacent to his locker.

Two minutes later, she emerged, the pink scrub top on her, the sleeves folded and the bottom knotted behind her. To Derek, she looked extremely sexy, pulling off the oversized, hideously colored scrub top effortlessly. He stood there, his mouth agape, appreciating Addison's gentle curves.

Addison shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny. "That bad?" she asked.

He shook his head immediately, making his way to her. "You look great," he said honestly.

She blushed, making her almost drown in the salmon scrubs, before Derek cocked his head to the side to signal for them to walk back.

"Thank you for you this, Derek" she said, gesturing to the scrubs. "I was close to panicking."

"You're welcome. It's not everyday someone as independent as you needs any help."

She furrowed her brow and looked at him as they continued walking. "Oh?"

Derek shrugged, thinking it was good a conversation as any. "You always know what to do, and you're always so composed," he explained, thinking about the way Alyssa had thrown up the week prior, "and, well, you don't seem like the kind of girl who needs help much."

She contemplated this before nodding in agreement. "I try to be self-sufficient."

"You're doing a very good job at it."

"Thanks," she said, a genuine smile gracing her lips.

When they got back to the laboratory, she kissed him hastily on the cheek in thanks before hastily walking to their cadaver table.

Derek blushed profusely, took another moment, and then followed her to the table, where classes were just about to start.

Addison Montgomery was a charmer. And as he sighted the cadaver on the table, he muttered something about the man dying right after seeing Addison, because she was such a vision. Like, maybe his mitral valve got too thick with the excitement? Maybe.

Thanks for reading, guys. This is a pretty long shot. The other chapters won't be as long, but they're all awesome Addek goodness. Let me know what you think? Thank you! :D