(A/N: Hi guys (waves). Sorry for not writing. I haven't been feeling well lately and I lost my motivation for a while but I'm back and I feel a lot better. When I was starting to get back into writing I started to write drabbles for my favorite pairings. This one got out of hand and morphed into this. Hope you like and Teenage Angst Chapter 9 will be up soon. It's Fair time for our two favorite teenagers. Please read and review.)

Fight

Elliot punched the locker and sneered. As usual he and the doctor got into a fight. It was frustrating that he was one of the only people who could get under his skin.

He rested his head against the locker and sighed. He heard the locker room door open and close.

Looking in the direction of the door, he saw George.

"Come by for round two?"

"No, I don't want to fight or argue," George said, shaking his head.

"I have a question, Elliot?" Elliot glared at him.

George's mouth twitched up. "Do you really think I'm that worthless?"

The taller man looked away but then looked back at him angrily. "You know what doc, yes I do."

George looked at him and his eyebrow lifted slightly.

Elliot walked up to him. "I hate it when you do that because it makes me think you have no emotions."

George looked up at him. "That is never my intention. I have to stay detached sometimes, no matter what."

Elliot looked thoughtful and then he pushed George. The doctor rolled his eyes.

"Come on doc, get angry. I know you can," Elliot said, pushing him a bit harder.

"Stop it, Elliot."

"No. Come on, prove that you can exit that detached mode."

Elliot shoved him and the doctor stumbled back.

"Stop," George said, softly.

Elliot gave him one more shove and looked amused. George stumbled back and then lunged at Elliot.

Elliot was surprised to feel a fist hit him in the mouth. He stepped back at the force of the blow.

He looked at George who was glaring at him and holding his left hand.

Elliot tasted the blood from his busted lip. He walked towards George and the doctor instinctively backed up.

Elliot grabbed his wrist as George's back hit the wall. George's eyes widened as his wrist were pinned to the wall.

George looked up at Elliot, who seemed to tower over him.

He had no time to react as lips were pushed roughly against his.

He could taste blood as Elliot's tongue pushed into his mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned, letting himself melt into Elliot.

Elliot let go of the shorter man's arms and he felt them wrap around his neck.

He pulled back and looked at George. The doctor glared at him but the look softened.

Elliot gave a half smile and leaned down for another kiss.