A/N: So I was watching my friend's sisters with her one night, and we were forced to watch Hannah Montana. Basically, I mocked it the entire time because it's so weird and random, but whatever. There was one part that was actually interesting, because I discovered a song that I wanted to use for a ficlet. So just forget that it's from a Disney Channel children's show, okay?

If we were a movie

You'd be the right guy

And I'd be the best friend

That you'd fall in love with

In the end

We'd be laughing

Watching the sunset

Fade to black,

Show the names,

Play the happy song…

"If this is Mark, I am not picking you up from whatever bar you went to, if this is Liz, I'll talk to you tomorrow but not now because you'll be fine for another hour, and if this is anyone else, why the hell are you calling me at four AM?"

"It's Derek."

"Oh. What do you want at four AM?"

"I have a problem."

"At four AM?"

"Addie. Focus, please."

"Fine." She sighed, sitting up in her bed and putting on her glasses.

"You know Carole, that intern under Doctor Collins?"

"Yeah, sure. What about her?" Addison vaguely put a face to the name, picturing the petite girl with mousy blonde hair.

"She asked me to dinner today, for tomorrow night. Well, I guess by now she asked me yesterday, for tonight."

"So?"

"So should I go?"

"You're asking me why?"

"Because you're my best friend."

"Right. But Derek, I don't have a ton of valuable insight for you at four in the morning, when I went to sleep two hours ago."

"Just tell me what you think, and I'll let you sleep."

"Fine. I…" She thought about it. Derek and Carole, sitting in some restaurant, then walking around the hospital together, being all couple-y and happy, and it horrified her, but she wanted Derek to be happy. "I…I think you should go. Carole's nice, she…asked you, so you should go. It's the right thing to do."

"Okay. Thanks, Addie. Do you want a ride to work?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I'll see you in an hour."

"Bye."

XXXXXXXX

When she walked into the hospital an hour and a half later, she walked past the nurses' station, ready to report to her resident. Standing there was Carole, looking over a chart.

"Good morning, Addison!" She smiled cheerily, her voice seeming much more high pitched and annoying than it had yesterday.

"Hi, Carole." She said curtly, throwing a snide glare in her direction before continuing down the hall.

Why did I do that? She didn't do anything to me…

She shook off what she knew was the reason and kept going.

There are more important things to worry about…

XXXXXXXX

"Hey! Where are we going- Derek! Why are we in a closet?"

"Because you're a psycho!"

"What?"

"You attacked my girlfriend today."

"I didn't attack her-"

"Yes, you did! You started screaming at her in the hallway for no reason!"

"I was screaming at her because she gave a patient false hope. She said that they would definitely pull through a surgery when we both know there's a chance that they could die…"

"And that's what a resident is for, Addison. Interns can't yell at other interns like that. We both know that's not the only reason you yelled at her. Why do you hate her?"

"Because she's so damn cheerful! There are There are dying people all over the place! How is she always so happy?"

He just stared at her for a minute, and she glared back until a smile slowly crept over his face and he was outright laughing at her.

"This is not funny! She's insane!"

"No, you kind of are, right about now." He said, through his laughter.

A second later, her laughs started as well, and they were both collapsed on the floor, splayed out as they recovered and found air to breathe.

Derek turned to look at her next to him.

"I broke up with Carole yesterday."

"You what?" she jerked up, glaring venomously at him.

"I broke up with her before this even happened. I just wanted to see what you would do when I asked you why you freaked out on her."

"I can't believe you! You are so… obnoxious, annoying, conniving, arrogant, and…I'm running out of adjectives at the moment, but whatever else there is, you are."

"How about dreamy?"

"No. You are definitely the most un-dreamy person in the entire state of New York."

"You think that now."

"Shut up."

They fell back on the floor, and he looked at her again.

"But seriously, why did you hate her?"

Addison paused, looking back at him, and thought, this is it. If I'm going to do this, I might as well be honest.

"Because she had you."

"She never had me, Addie."

"But you-"

"I was never committed, and that's what I told her. I told her that I couldn't lie to her anymore."

"What?"

"I've belonged to you since the day we met."

And then, for the first time in her life, Addison was speechless.