A/N: again, thanks for the reviews! This one is about Dixie and is really short as it was one of the first things I wrote when trying to get back into writing. But still, I hope you like it :)

I have no idea how I think of a new idea for each day xD I still have 8 days left to write and need to think of 6 ideas! And there will be plenty of Freechamp to come ;-) I'm trying to write for a variety of characters though it's not exactly working.. xD should have done a Freechamp advent calendar tbh haha!


Advent Calendar


11. Angel

"Angel or star?"

Dixie and Big Mac gazed intently at the artificial tree that had just assembled in the ambulance station staff room. Sparkly baubles glittered with festive colours, tinsel twinkling in shades of ruby red, luxurious gold and bubbling violet. The diverse selection of fairy lights spiralled around the tree, colourful patterns whirling proudly.

The only object missing was what belonged on top of the tree. The finishing touch. An angel. Or a star.

"What would Jeff choose?" The blonde exhaled a tender sigh, orbs smouldering with sadness at the mention of their lost friend. Trying to reminiscence the prime charisma of decorating the tree from previous years.

She missed him; every minute of every single day. A generous chip of her heart had shattered into unsalvageable dust, a nugget that would never heal. Jeff Collier was her best friend. Her husband. Her lifeline. They had battled and successfully conquered so much, supporting each other to the very end.

Big Mac shifted to flick the switch on the kettle, congregating elements contributing towards a brew. "I don't know, Dix."

For years - like a stuck tradition - the golden star used to deck the fake tree. Without hesitation.

"You know, I thought it would get easier with time, but it doesn't. I don't want to think about another Christmas without our Jeffrey..burning the Christmas dinner to cinders and setting off the smoke alarm. Ready meals for two was kind of beginning to be a thing." Her lips twitched at the corners at the fond memories as she flopped onto the fabric couch, "He was a shit cook."

The paramedic gratefully accepted the steamy mug, clasping her fingers tightly around the pottery. The chat persisted, gentle laughs as they recalled more loved memories of their favourite Jeff.

"I think I'll put the angel on top this year. Not because I want to enforce change and forget how things were; I'd never want to start fresh. But because our Jeff was a hero, he died saving lives, doing what he did best. And for that, I know he's an angel up in the sky, watching over us all. He will always be with us in spirit."

Dixie expressed her thoughts and conclusions verbally subsequently to much consideration. She swallowed a mouthful of tea and deposited the mug on the wooden table, "Probably laughing right now at how petty and stupid we are creating such a drama of what to put on top of the tree."

"We'll always remember him, Dix, his memories will live on."

He rolled his eyes as she blatantly disregarded health and safety as she precariously hopped onto a chair, wobbling haphazardly while balancing the elegant angel on top of the tree.

"There we go. Perfect."

"Well, I've got to love and leave you, I'm afraid." The disappointment edged his tone, glancing at his watch to check the time, "That's my break over, best get back to it."

Dixie collected the mugs of partially consumed coffee and pondered across to the sink, twisting the hot tap on and beginning to rinse the china cups. Until she was interrupted by the hearty cacophony of her ringtone reverberating the peaceful ambience.

The adoption agency.

Her heart fluttered and skipped a beat. Could this be the impending phone call she anticipated? Zealously, yet with hints of anxiety and tensions, she answered her phone.

"Yes, yes this is Kathleen Dixon...No, no. This is a fine time to chat, I'm not busy...Really?!...Of course, I'll be there as soon as I can, I'm on my phone."

A delighted, infectious grin had adopted her features as she ecstatically jumped around the staffroom of the ambulance station. There was a fervent bounce in her steps as she dashed to her locker to retrieve her civilian attire and possessions.

They had a two and a half year old tot perfect for her to adopt. A beautiful baby girl named Angel.