A/N: A series of G/E drabbles written for a list of prompts I found. 750 prompts, to be exact, and I intend to write just that many. (ten per chapter.) Some will be fluffy, some sad, some smutty, some George-centered, some Elliot-centered, some pre-slash, some canon, some AU. There will be something for everyone! Please review. :)

001. Air
George listened to the wind, over-analyzing it, since that's who he was. Elliot would laugh, but he didn't care.

Air was a lot like life, really. Sometimes it was warm and sweet. Sometimes it was cold and bitter, stinging, hurting as you tried to breathe. Sometimes it radiated happiness, other times sadness and pain.

It was spring now: the air smelled of cut grass, and wind chimes were ringing softly. It matched his mood perfectly. Elliot would be home soon, and then he'd finally get to meet Elliot's kids. They had an amazing fun night planned.

Definitely a warm day.

002. Earth
"Do I look like the kind of person who enjoys camping?"

"Yes?"

"No."

"Come oon, George, please?" Elliot pouted. "The kids are looking forward to it. Please?"

George sighed, but didn't give in. "No. Last time I went camping, I was a kid, and it ended in disaster."

"What, did you step in poison ivy?" Elliot asked, snorting.

"That would've been like a picnic," George said. "I did get poison ivy, but I also got stung by bees, and my father okayed berries that were actually poisonous, and I ended up in the ER."

"Oh," Elliot said. "Never mind, then."

003. Fire
"Elliot, what happened?" George demanded, looking at the stove.

"Damn thing's allergic to me," Elliot said.

"Great," George said, rolling his eyes. "Where's the fire extinguisher?"

Elliot remained silent.

"Elliot!" George exclaimed. "You have four kids in this apartment and no fire extinguisher?"

Elliot looked sheepish. "I'll buy one tomorrow. Sorry, it just slipped my mind."

George sighed, embracing him. "It's okay, but please be more careful. I worry about you."

Elliot hugged him, then asked, "Anyway, can we put this out now?"

George nodded, filling a glass with water. He poured it on the stove, extinguishing the small fire.

004. Water
The shower was hot, steamy. George sighed in pleasure, leaning back.

Elliot entered the shower and started stroking George's cock. "O-oh," George gasped, blushing heavily.

Elliot pinned George to the wall, holding his arms above his head, and started biting his neck. George had to bite his lip to keep quiet.

He was quickly at the edge, panting and groaning, arousal heightened beyond the point of no return. The strokes increased in speed and roughness, and he started to whine loudly.

"Elliot! Oh, god…" George cried, muscles tensing. He arched his back-

And then George's cell phone rang, ruining everything.

005. Spirit
"Do you think there's anything after this?" Elliot asked, looking around the church, anywhere but the casket at the front.

"I get asked that often. I never know what to say," George said, walking closer. "I'm just a psychiatrist: that's all. I don't know. I don't have the answers."

"But, do you…?" Elliot trailed off.

"Do I believe in anything?" George finished. He sat next to Elliot. "I don't know. Sometimes I do… sometimes I don't."

"You're not helping, Doc," Elliot whispered tearfully, finally gazing at Olivia's casket.

"I know. I'm sorry," George murmured, holding Elliot close as he cried.

006. Alone
There was loneliness, and then there was loneliness: the kind that crushed your heart and soul.

George swallowed, looking around the empty apartment. He should have expected this, really. This was what he had agreed to when he'd gotten involved with a married man. It went against everything he believed in: Elliot's wife and kids deserved better.

George knew he was just a home-wrecker, but… he couldn't help it. Elliot was everything he wanted- and more. They were far from perfect, but the good outweighed the bad.

"I'm so selfish," he thought. "This is what I get."

The truth hurt.

007. Babble
New message from: Elliot.

"Huh," George thought, opening his cell phone.

"Okay, so, Doc, what would you say if I said I was bi? And I liked you? Like…"

George rolled his eyes. Elliot's voice was slurred and erratic; he couldn't have been drunker without being unconscious.

"I- I don't know why, but-" Elliot trailed off. "Call me back?"

George snorted. "Sure, I'll call you back. As soon as you learn not to drunk dial," he grumbled. He hit the erase button and left the room. By morning, he and Elliot had both forgotten the message.

Or so it seemed.

008. Blood
Years later, any mention of the Brodus case still makes George cringe.

So many mistakes, which he had been too foolish to see. So many people denied justice because of his folly.

So much pain. So much blood.

He remembers the fingers tightening around his throat, head slammed against the wall. He remembers the blood gushing from his head and seeing Brodus's malicious face above him, certain that would be the last thing he ever saw.

He also remembers Elliot yelling and fighting Brodus away, and wondering, "Does he care?"

That's only one of the many unanswered questions he has.

009. Candles
George set a half-dozen or so candles on the desk and lit them. He inhaled slowly, relishing the scent of lavender, and then set a bottle of massage oil on the bed and dimmed the lights.

Elliot had had a stressful day at work, and George knew this would de-stress him.

George walked downstairs, then guided Elliot to the bed and gently removed his shirt and pants. He rubbed the massage oil into Elliot's back, feeling the tension draining from the muscles.

"Thank you," Elliot murmured, sighing. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"It was worth it," George whispered.

010. Cat
Everything had been going smoothly in their relationship, but of course, it couldn't be perfect.

It turned out that George's cat and Elliot's dog hated each other. Kipper the black lab and Pumpkin the fat cat fighting ended with many vicious bite marks and two bruised egos.

Both animals were okay, but their owners were nervous and couldn't decide what to do.

The question was answered for them when Pumpkin grabbed one of her toy mice and hesitantly sat it in front of Kipper. The dog responded by giving his favorite bone to her. The two had reached an agreement.