Disclaimer: Alright, you do NOT own MY marching band, we TOTALLY PWN your ass! *sheepish smile* But SVU is all yours, it's okay. You're not totally lame. :)

Alright, so I had marching band practice (coughs *nerd* but I love it) and I was talking to my friend, Logan, who plays the trumpet, who is GORGEOUS and he has the color of Elliot's hair and eyes and everything! He's also built like him! Only his hair is all shaggy so...but he's still sooo cute! And well...he helped me think of this! Just a little something for you guys to say goodbye to summer! Love you, Walnuts! SEVERAL CHAPTERS TO THIS ONE!

"You can join football next year. Marching band will be fun! Ha. Fun, my ass." 17 year old Elliot Stabler mocked his mother as he took his full trumpet case and lire and walked down to the practice field. It was either that or the tuba. For his first day of band camp. He USED to be linebacker for his old football team, but SOMEONE had ordered him with the help of his forceful father to join the band. Or as his football friends would call them: The Nerd Clan.

He looked over at the medium large crowd of other students. Well, I guess they weren't too bad. I mean, they weren't the geekwads he imagined in his mind.

He ran his fingers through his shaggy hair and grumbled. "Welcome to the candy land of band dorks." he chuckled.

"Alright, guys. Everyone get in line! We'll organize by instruments!" He quickly scrambled in the second to last line, finally straightening it out and ending up standing right next to a pretty brunette holding a clarinet. He turned and grinned at her short, curly hairdo and black framed glasses.

He didn't notice he was staring, until she turned with a demonic smirk and snarked, "Take a picture. It'll last longer." Elliot chuckled as her smirk turned into a white smile. "That's a little old, don't you think?"

The girl raised a familiar eyebrow at him. "Did it hurt you a little?" He shrugged and then clutched his heart. "You broke my heart, baby." She immediately stopped giggling and her smile disappeared. "Don't call me that." His smile fell away too as he adjusted his sunglasses. "Sorry. I don't know your name, anyway."

She couldn't help the small smile that surpassed when he leaned down his sunglasses and she saw his big blue eyes.

"It's Olivia. But everyone calls me Liv." She put her clarinet out instead of her hand and he shook that. "I'm Elliot. You can call me...El." She nodded and they both shut their mouths when the constructer called the section leaders of the instruments. "All clarinets surround Emily over here!" Mr. Collins pointed to another brunette senior and Olivia grinned. "That's me. Bye, El."

He smirked as she trotted away, and he couldn't help but take a quick look at her ass in her light blue shorts.

Ugh. Two straight hours of praticing their first song, "I'll Never Fall in Love Again" by Elvis Costello. Marching. Chips to set places to march to. Sets to show where to march to. Well, at least his mother got him prepared. A paper bag lunch and a jug of water. Thank God for Mom.

He slugged down his water as he caught his breath. "Hey, El. You tired too?" Olivia's voice sounded behind him. He smiled and turned, only to drop his bottle when he saw the sight before him. Her glasses were off, and she was wiping sweat off her forehead. He thought she was hot before, but seeing her glowing with sweat, her glasses off, her curled hair put in a ponytail, her bare neck.

Not to mention her dry full lips that were just begging for water...and his lips. She sighed and knocked him out of her trance. "Can I have some of your water?" He nodded and gave her his jug. Olivia swallowed and he saw her throat move. Jesus, was this woman made for sex or what? He'd never felt like this before.

And it didn't help much when she threw the water on her face, dripping down her face, her neck, down her shirt.

He swore to God he was going to pass out right there.

"Come on, let's go eat lunch." He smiled and nodded as they walked into the band hall. She pulled out of her bag her lunch. He followed her to a corner as they slid down the wall and took out their food. "Ew, carrots." Olivia gasped. "What the hell? I love carrots!" He grinned and gave them to her. "You mind?" He thought she was talking about the bag of orange veg.

"No. Go ahead." Olivia coughed and casually pulled off her tanktop. Elliot's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. Lord in heaven, please give him the strength to not jump her. Thank god for undershirts. She put it in her bag and cracked her neck. She took a bite out of a carrot as she took out her sandwich.

He took out his too. She looked at her pastrami. He looked at his tuna. They looked at eachother and traded quickly. Chuckling to themselves, they quietly listened when the instructor walked into the crowd. "Thank you everyone for joining me to the first day of band camp! You guys were wonderful. Same time tommorrow."

They both finished their lunches, threw the trash away and gathered their instruments. "So is this the first time you're playing a trumpet? I've never seen you in band before." He shrugged. "Well, I'm just joining band, but this isn't my first time with Costello over here." She raised an eyebrow. "Weird. I named my clarinet Marta."

They walked out of the school and sat by the curb, hip to hip. He suddenly tried to humor her when he saw her sad smile, and took her glasses and put them on him. "How do I look?" he said in the best Urkel impression he could speak.

"Like-a total dork." He scoffed. "I look better than you, Nerd Queen." She stole them back with a humorous scowl. "That's Ms. Nerd Queen to you." She then took his sunglasses. "Look, I'm big, bad, Elliot. Macho, macho maaan..." He raised his eyebrow to her similar to her. "Wow. Just wow. But I gotta admit. You do look cute in my sunglasses."

Her eyes widened over the shades and she turned red and thrust them at him. "Here."

He tilted up her chin and gave her a stunning grin. She bit her lip as he leaned in. God, she wished he would just hurry up and kiss her already! They were about two inches away from eachother's lips. "Yoo hoo! Jelly-Elly!" He shut his eyes tight and grunted. "Damn it." Olivia furrowed her brow and snorted. "Your mom calls you Jelly-Elly?"

He sighed. "That's...not my mom." She turned her head with a confused expression, but her eyes only narrowed when they saw the big boobed blonde waving from a Convertible, surrounded by a bunch of other cheerleaders. "That's your girlfriend, isn't it?" Elliot looked at her sad expression. "No, Liv you-" She put on her glasses and stood up and walked away towards her bicycle.

He grumbled. Why did he choose to stick with his cheerleader girl, Kathy?

Well, did that make you hot for more? Err...hungry? I don't know. Last summer fic for the season!