Hello! This is a chelley Christmas fic set in my Pieces universe. It's brand new this year (2015) but I hope to add to this story for years to come. It's written in the same style as Pieces so every chapter is a complete story, but all the chapters connect to form a bigger story. So even though it's only going to be four chapters long until Christmas Eve of next year, hopefully it won't feel half finished.

Look for updates to this story every year on Christmas Eve.

I'd like to thank everyone who gave me prompts for this fic. This story would not exist without you! I have all the prompts I need for this years update, but if you want to help with next years, please comment with some more prompts down below! I'd greatly appreciate it!

Thank you for reading my little intro! No matter what you celebrate I wish you a happy holiday! Enjoy!

Wheatley was deathly afraid of snow.

The first time he saw it he plunged into a fit of hysterics, totally convinced that She had found a way to make it rain conversion gel and kill everyone on earth. Thankfully Chell was there in a matter of seconds to calm him down and tell him that, no, it wasn't Her at all, it wasn't gel, it was snow. Frozen water.

That sent him into another for of hysterics for a completely different reason.

"Why does water have to fall from the sky all the time?" Wheatley cried at the ceiling, "I thought rain was bad enough, but no! Now there's a new form of sky water and it comes in a solid form! It doesn't just fall and wash away, oh no, it stays around for days! Weeks! Blocking the road and hiding the ground until it piles up so tall you can't even open the front door! We're going to be trapped! We're going to starve! The snow's got a mind of its own and its trying to kill us!"

Chell had been sitting on the couch across the room reading and listening to Wheatley rant for about half an hour now. Usually she allowed him to get these sort of things out of his system without her interference, but now he was outright yelling at the ceiling and she was beginning to wonder what the neighbors would think if they heard him. She gently closed her book before looking up at him with a small smile.

"Wheatley."

Her voice was soft but it was enough to snap his gaze down from the ceiling.

"What?" His voice sounded strained from talking at the ceiling all afternoon, and he looked like a tired child that needed a nap.

"Calm down." Chell said gently. "It just started snowing this morning. We've only gotten a few inches."

"Still!" He cried, "Its scary! Look at it!" He pointed a bony finger at a nearby window where the snow could be seen steadily drifting to the ground. Chell wanted to point out that it probably wasn't as dangerous as he thought if she could see the town's children out playing in it, but Wheatley didn't give her the chance. "It takes over everything it touches! It buries it! It's water that buries you alive!"

"It can't hurt you here in the house." She assured him.

"You said that about the rain too, but that one day you left the window open and it got inside the house and-" A gust of wind swept around the house, howling at a horribly high pitch and causing Wheatley to howl too as it did so.

Once the sound stopped he looked up at her with frightened blue eyes, silently seeking some form of help.

"All the windows are closed." Chell offered.

"Still." Wheatley sulked. He looked as though he was about ready to cry.

"Come here." Chell patted the spot next to her on the couch and Wheatley was there almost instantly, his arms wrapped around her in a trembling embrace and his face buried in the crook of her neck. She gave a soft huff of laughter as she draped the blanket she'd been using over top of him. "You're ok." She murmured, gently running a hand through his hair. "I'll protect you from the snow."

Authors' Note:

When my Wheatley gets really scared or angry he just paces around and rants at the ceiling. *thumbs up*

This prompt was from Elegant_Galaxies on Wattpad, and I did not write it the way they told me to. I had to keep these chapters kind of short in order to finish everything, so instead of Wheatley being outside and enjoying the snow I wrote a fluffyish short thing about him being inside and scared of it. The good news is that I love this prompt so much that I'm going to turn it into two parts, this being the first one, and the next one being about Wheatley enjoying the snow. The bad news is that I've already taken all the prompts I can this year and I didn't plan on this taking up two chapters, so the next chapter won't be up until next year. I am very sorry Elegant_Galaxies! I hope you're ok with my plan and you still liked this chapter. *crosses fingers*

Thank you so much for the prompt Elegant_Galaxies! I had a lot of fun writing it! :)