Hello! I decided to attempt to write a oneshot with no plan and this is the product of that challenge. I can say for sure this is NOT my best work and is a bit all over the place but i definitley enjoyed writing it.Thank you all for reading and baring with me as i try and get new chapters and fics out.

"Seriously? Why on earth would you send those two to an important conference?" Charlie chuckled at Jan as she pinned the shift rota up on the staff room wall.

" They are two very experienced paramedics and besides ,I could do without Sam's heroics and the smell of Iain's kebabs for a while," she smiled.

Sam and Iain had been sent away to represent the Holby ambulance trust at a conference together. This was the part that worried Charlie.

Double the trouble.Separated they were great , two very independent, intelligent young medics but together they were like children in the school playground.

Although when treating patients they were cool headed and professional, in a social setting they were bound to be up to mischief.


Music blasted from Sam's car stereo as they cruised the motorway. Iain sat upright in the passenger seat looking ever so puzzled by an AA road map as Sam drove.

" Seriously? We don't need that thing. I'll get us there,"Sam chuckled confidently.

" I want to get there within the next 2 years Samantha,"he teased.

"Call me Samantha again and you won't get there at all," she warned, causing his smile to fade.

" I wonder if we'll be sharing a room," Iain smirked.

" Ew no thanks , I will sleep in my car if that's the case,"she joked.

" Ay missy. Didn't have the same attitude back in Afghan, you practically jumped into my bed,"he giggled childishly.

" Did not ! That is most certainly not what happened Iain Dean," she argued.

" Mmm if that thought makes you happy," he smiled.

They soon arrived at their destination thanks to Sam's excellent navigation skills.

To say Sam was glad to be out of the car was an understatement; she had been coming down with a cold for a few days now and Iain's playlist on repeat was only aggravating her aching head.

"Cmon trouble, let's go check in," Iain chirped.

Sam heaved the suitcases out of the boot of her silver car, "Jesus Christ Iain! What on earth have you got in here?" She exclaimed.

"Just the usual… Socks , shower stuff…" he defended.

"Hair gel …" Sam teased, a small smile etching across her face.

" Ay! That's quite enough of that thank you. I thought you were meant to be feeling poorly," he remarked.

Earlier that morning , Sam had made a bid to get out of a weekend at a work conference with Iain- using her cold as an excuse.

Earlier that day ….

Sam sat patiently in the ambulance station waiting for Iain to arrive- she had packed very lightly. Her luggage consisted of a few changes of clothes, shower things , toothbrush , toothpaste , her phone charger and laptop, a blanket and a torch; she could never go anywhere without a torch.

She glanced up at Jan and sighed, "Jan I really don't think I'm up to this. Can't you send Ruby instead?"

It wasn't the weekend spent with Iain that was putting her off; it was that fact that she didn't want to spend her weekend with presumably lots of people she would find irritating.

"Two paracetamol and you'll be right as rain,"

jan chuckled, very aware that Sam was just trying to get out of enduring a weekend with people she would find annoying.

"But Jan. I think we'd put the unit in much better stead if I worked today and she went with Iain," she tried to convince.

"I thought you weren't well? Which is it? Under the weather or can't be bothered spending the weekend with people you presume won't have a sense of humour ?,"

Jan was slightly amused at the paramedics' attempt to wriggle her way out of a weekend at a conference.

Sam just sighed.

"Sam, you haven't ever taken a sick day. Do you really expect me to believe that you are suddenly too ill to work and need to be home tucked up in bed, when you've been trying to get out of this for months?" Jan chuckled.

"Ugh fine. I'm only going because there's a free bar," she crossed her arms.

"It's not a wedding Sam," Jan mused for a moment.

Iain arrived ten minutes later , he wore black skinny jeans and a striped T-shirt - paired with white trainers.

"Right you two. Ground rules; no getting drunk,"the older woman warned.

"Killjoy," Sam muttered under her breath( not exactly quietly though).

"No winding anybody up , no childish games," she continued remembering her first acquaintance with the pair- when she had found them playing table tennis in her office.

The pair just nodded in response.

"Oh and no sex. I've heard the rumours and I do not want this conference resulting in you two falling out and a pregnancy. This is not the sixth form school trip to Berlin," she warned half joking- having heard the rumours about what they got up to in Afghanistan.

The pair approached the main reception, Sam trailing slightly behind; still not amused by the whole ordeal.

"Hi. Sam Nicholls and Iain Dean from the Holby ambulance service," Iain smiled over at the woman on the other side of the counter.

"Ahh yes , a double room," she smiled cheerfully; handing over the keys.

Sam stepped forward, "No. no . Two rooms , two completely separate rooms for two completely separate people , who do not share a room or a bed. Some days I don't even like sharing the supply of oxygen with this man," she argued- not meaning to

Sound quite as angry as she did. It wasn't that she disliked Iain - in fact he was her best friend but he snored like a pig and she liked silence as she slept.

"I'm sorry Ms Nicholls- we are fully booked. I'm afraid I can't do anything," the receptionist replied.

"It's okay Sam , I'll take the sofa," Iain offered in hope of preventing Sam from flying off the handle. He was aware she didn't want to attend this conference in the first place and not having any privacy would rather upset her.


Ten minutes later , they had managed to get into the room. The room had the usual necessities such as a bed , bathroom and tea station and a few other bits and bobs like a mini fridge and a tv but no sofa…

They had come to a mutual agreement that they would sleep on polar opposite sides of the bed and not speak of this weekend ever again.


Later that evening, Sam was fast asleep curled up on top of the duvet as Iain played a game of candy crush on his phone. She had fallen asleep in the late

afternoon and slept through till around 6pm.

She began to stir- yawning softly, she stretched her arms out and sat up. Her nap had been very much needed as sleep had been scarce for her recently. A combination of night shifts and a lot of time spent in the gym had left her in desperate need of some RR.

"I've never known you nap ," Iain remarked as the young woman raised into an upright position.

Sam chuckled slightly in response.

"Sure you aren't up the stick or something? Tiredness is a symptom…"he smirked teasingly.

"Definitely not ," she rolled her eyes at his childish behaviour.

" Oh yeah. Sorry I forgot you aren't getting any," he continued to goad her.

"You talk as if you are. We all know about your microwave meals for one," she retaliated.

"Touché Ms Nicholls," he smiled.

"The nap is almost definitely a consequence of all the night shifts Jan has ever so kindly put me down for," she explained with a small smile painted across her lips.

"God I wouldn't say that. She's probably got this room bugged with cameras," he joked.

"Mmm or sent Ruby to spy on us," she chuckled softly.


The next day, the pair were sitting adjacent to one another in a large conference hall. Sam wore a black pant suit and a pair of old heels she had dug out from the bottom of her wardrobe; she rarely wore heels so didn't see the point in owning more than one pair.

If she remembered correctly these were the exact same pair she had opted to wear to her Gmc hearing all those years ago.

Iain had decided on black trousers and a white shirt- which Sam had commented resembled a school uniform. It was out of the ordinary for them both to be dressed in such a smart way; they much preferred their green paramedic uniforms and surprisingly comfortable work boots.

They kept a professional front and engaged with others - keeping a smile on their faces at all times. Safe to say neither of them enjoyed work events like this - both agreed that they'd much rather be out doing their jobs and helping people, rather than sat in a conference room going over things they had heard one million times before.


That evening, Sam and Iain decided to let their hair down- it was rare that they were able to enjoy a few drinks in each other's company. Sam had changed into some comfortable jeans and a slouchy t-shirt - her go to outfit for anything outside of work.

Just as her fist drink touched her lips, the room exploded into panic. Screams of terrified people echoed throughout the building. Jumping into action, the young medic placed her drink down on the bar and sprinted head first into the source of the terror.

The roof of the hotel had collapsed leaving multiple trapped under rubble and rogue roof panels. Chaos descended on the room as people ran out of the building to safety but not Sam and Iain…

They stayed , without a second thought for their own personal safety they assessed and treated the walking wounded and attempted to assess the damage of the casualties trapped.


Sam's fearlessness was a blessing and a curse; her incredible drive to save lives no matter the circumstances and personal outcomes, often left her in hot water. No matter how often she was warned to ' be sensible' and to not 'play hero' she continued being reckless with her own life for the greater good of others.

She had once been described as strong by her ex- clinical lead Nick Jordan but this was a drastic understatement- Samantha Nicholls was more than strong - she was determined, courageous, fearless. Nothing phased her.


The emergency services flooded in assessing the wounded people and transferring them to the ED. Jan Jennings approached the scene, her heart beating ten to the dozen- none of the casualties had been identified. What if Sam and Iain were caught up in the collapse? Or the more likely scenario … Had they gotten injured attempting to save others.

Relief flooded through the older woman's body as she caught sight of Sam and Iain working on a patient across the room. Although she wasn't they hadn't followed instructions and gotten themselves to safety, she expected nothing less from the pair.


The day ended over a pint in the Bull and Gate, the pair had received a telling off from their boss but bridges were soon rebuilt when she offered to buy them both a pint as a reward for their hard work.