A/N: I'm back! I haven't posted anything in ages and have been trying to get back into writing, so decided to try another advent calendar style fic like I did last year! Although this time I actually hope to complete it!

So like last year, from the 1st until Christmas Eve, I shall post a new one shot daily. They will basically be mini one shots, really. Again, focused around a Christmas/wintery word.

There will be a variety of characters and pairings. I have written 12 out of 24 so far but if you have any festive prompts for winter or Christmas they'd be much appreciated. The first chapter contains a mixture of characters to start.

I hope you enjoy the first one, my writing is a little rusty at the moment though!

~Mini Peacelet~


Advent Calender


1. Snowballs

"Of all the days Guy Elf could have selected." The clinical lead muttered irritably, traipsing through the thick snow in the company of several other staff from the ED, her head dipped to protect her face from the bitter flurries of whirling wind and snowflakes.

It was cold. The ground was frozen and coated in a dense layer of fluffy white. Connie tugged her expensive quilted coat around her frame tightly, her fuzzy scarf secure around her neck. The prospect of a day in the forested area outside of Holby wasn't slightly appealing, neither the company of her doctors and nurses appetising. Her trademark Louboutins stilettos had reluctantly been switched for more appropriate footwear - though still boots with the famous red soles. Glossy curls of chestnut locks danced freely in the wind about her shoulders beneath the wooly hat planted on top of her head.

Cal, Robyn and Lofty were much more passionate about the team building day ahead, and welcoming to the wintry conditions. The trio skipped and hopped with peppy pleasure in the snow, collecting scoops in their hands and hurling it around with little aim.

Lily huffed dramatically, arms folded sharply across her chest, "This is so stupid, we are doctors not enthusiastic scouts looking for extra brownie points. We should be at the hospital treating patients like we are trained. The ED will be under additional pressure as a result of the weather and this has left it short staffed. Unprofessional."

"Cheer up, darling." The blonde clinical nurse manager appeared, patting the registrar's shoulders through her knitted mittens, "We can hardlines function the ED to the best possible standard if the staff can't pull together as a team."

"She has a point." Feeble and submissive, Ethan hesitantly disagreed with his colleague as he rubbed his glasses yet again as the chilly air colliding with radiating body heat misted them.

The newly married couple who huddled together for the hike, hands interlaced gracefully, groaned at the request to quit the lovestruck act and quicken the pace. A temptation of a spitting camp fire promised at their destination seemed to have the desired effect. Though Connie failed to mention the detail that they would have to locate necessary resources and construct the fire first.

The naked branches of the trees, stripped from their colourful leaves, curved and groaned beneath the weight of the snow that caked the bark. Birds tweeted and sung whilst pecking at the hard ground, searching for scarce food. It was a scene of lacy white and contrasting dark wood. A true winter landscape.

Alternatively to working together to erect tents in two teams, Guy Self instructed them to try to structure igloos - it was way more appropriate changes considering the weather. Divided into two teams, they began to generate blocks of frozen water. Some more passionate than others.

A cutting squeal drifted from the clinical nurse managers lips; high pitched and startled cacophony followed by expletives. Tongue poked out the corner of her lips in intense concentration, she had knelt down to add her perfectly constructed snow block to the progressing igloo. Someone had thrown a snowball - missed it's intended target - and collided with the bare skin of the woman's lower back, where her jumand leather jacket had parted from the line of her jeans.

"Robyn!"

Instantly, Rita began to assemble the crunchy snow in her palms, compacting it together into a tidy sphere and catapulted it through the air towards the ginger-haired nurse. Suspecting, the younger female shifted sideways and the snowball continued in the direction of it's new goal. Connie.

"Oh!" The sophisticated consultant gasped in sheer terror as the compressed snow crashed into her shoulder, catching her off guard.

The blonde clasped her hands over her parted lips, orbs expanded with panic and stun, "Mrs Beauchamp, I am so so sorry-"

Much to the revelation of the staff, the brunette simply shrugged it off subsequently to recovering from the initial shock and her frosty breath as she laughed emerged into the atmosphere. Winters with a young daughter had adapted her to the fun snow bought. She gathered her own snowball and tossed it, gliding smoothly through the air. Rita dodged. It hit Max.

That triggered a series of snowballs flying at different people. Max chose his wife despite her pleading objects. Zoe then knocked Dylan with hers. His met Cal's and his victim was an angered Lily. The succession of snowballs continued, evolving into a full scale snowball fight.

Snowballs soared through the crisp skies. The doctors and nurses eluded the balls of snow desperately, diving behind tree trunks and other makeshift shelters. Cheeks were rosy and flushed with the chill and adrenaline rush. Giggles crowded the fresh ambience. And the previous stresses and tensions that had formed at the ED suddenly lifted and relaxed.