Hi this is Wolfsong again. This is the final part to my relic hunter
trilogy. First thing's first. There is some language used in this story
that I personally do not condone. Nothing that bad, but I still don't like
the use of those words. This one is rated PG-13 for the content. Some
kids are mature enough to read it, but I wouldn't want my cousins to read
it yet. I thought it best to make this one into short chapters. If anyone
thinks that they are too short tell me and I can change it. This one has
nothing to do with relics in any way, shape or form. Anyways, enough of my
babbling, to the story.
Finding Peace Chapter one: Playful Jauntings (Jauntings is a larger word for teasing.)
summary: Nigel and Sydney figure out what they want and have to make several choices to get there. Chapter one is more playful than the rest. And it's really PG.
Disclaimer: don't own, don't sue
The next morning when Nigel awoke he began to look around him when a sudden pain shot through his entire body. He yelled out and Sydney jumped. "What's wrong?" she cried sitting up close to him.
"I forgot for a second that I was shot. I'll be alright. Sorry I woke you, Syd." he apologized.
"That's fine. How did you sleep" she asked rubbing her hand up and down his bare arm.
"Wonderful. I had you to hold." he said closing their distance. She reached up and put both arms around his neck while he put his right arm around to draw her close. The kiss was soft and timid. Neither knew exactly what was going to change between the two of them, and neither really cared.
"How about I go make some breakfast?" Sydney asked starting to get up.
"No." he pulled her back into his embrace. "I'm not the hungry. It's early. Let's just stay in bed and rest. We can eat later."
"Stay in bed all morning?" she gave him a playful smile. "That sounds...too good to be true." she laid back down.
"And why is that, Miss Fox?" he asked in a playful voice leaning over her slightly.
'Well,...Mr. Baily..." she said walking her fingers up his left arm and down to his chest. "I'm usually...out working with my partner."
"Oh, and who is your partner?" he asked still in his playful character.
"Well,..." Sydney began playing his little game. "He's this young, Englishman. He's kinda small and weaselly and he's allergic to everything." she teased. "Ouch, Sydney," he broke out of character. "That hurt."
"I'm sorry." she said leaning up and kissing him softly by the lips. "He's this tall, strong, British man with dark hair and beautiful dark eyes." she said getting back into character. "I know I'm not suppose to fall for him seeing as how we work together, but..."
"I know. I'm in the same boat." he said growing back into his character.
"Oh?" she said following his lead.
"Yeah. There's this foxy women where I work, and I've taken a liken' to her, but we work together and she's my boss."
"That sounds...like it could get a bit awkward."
"Yes, but...we're both pretty professional. We've managed to keep our distance from each other somehow." he said sounding more serious now. "Sydney,...I shouldn't have waited so long to tell you how I felt. I shouldn't have felt so scared of my emotions."
Sitting up, Sydney pulled herself close to him. "I shouldn't have made it so hard for you to express your feelings. That was my fault." she said taking the blame. "If I had been more open to my emotions sooner, we might be closer now."
"You don't think we're close?" Nigel asked bewildered.
"It's not that..." she started, "we are close...it's just...when I was setting your cloths out I...I found a picture of the two of us standing together. I don't even know if I have a picture of us." she lowered her head almost in shame.
"Sydney, it's alright." he said holding her tightly. "Honestly, that's the only actual picture I have. Everything else is newspaper clippings of finds, seminars, and anything else you or I am involved in."
"Everything?" she questioned.
"Yes. Everything." He smiled down at her.
This was the first time he could remember smiling because he was truly happy. He had never felt this way. No one, as far as he knew, no one had ever felt this way about him. The one thing that kept him in this job, no matter how dangerous it got, was just being with Sydney. Just being in her presence. First it was humbling like a child to his life time hero. Then, it grew friendlier. They started getting closer and becoming friends. Over the years, they had grown so close that she considered him to be the one man she had ever trusted. He hoped that he would never do anything to damage his new life with her. They laid back down, still wrapped in each others embrace. Sydney made sure that she didn't hit his wound as she laid her head on his chest. They spent the rest of the morning like this and long into the afternoon. Eventually, they got up and ate, and spent the rest of the weekend this way, sleeping and eating.
Monday rolled around, and Nigel and Sydney were just arriving to work. Both were greeted kindly by their colleagues. Some, those who had heard, asked how Nigel was feeling. Others asked about the hunt. In any case, they knew that the people at Trinity college considered them their friends.
It was early into the morning when Karen came in. She had been in meetings all morning discussing their budget, and had not had the chance to welcome Sydney and Nigel. She was having trouble getting the door open due to all the papers she was carrying, and was let in by one of the janitors on campus. As soon as she stepped through the door, the papers she had been trying not to drop, covered the floor. She had just walked in on Sydney and Nigel as she was buttoning his shirt. She gave them a bewildered look, then, "What in heaven's name are you two doing?!" she screamed.
Startled, Sydney leaped off the desk and spun on her heels to face the loud scream. Though facing the door, Nigel hadn't noticed Karen's entrance.
"Karen!" he screamed half sounding caught with his pants down.
"What in blue blazes is going on?!" Karen cried again.
"Calm down, Karen. Let me explain." Sydney said moving to help pick up the papers. "You obviously haven't heard."
"Heard what?" she asked a little nicer.
'While we were in Dallas, Nigel got shot." Sydney informed, and shot a glance at Nigel.
"What?!" Karen cried ashamed at what she had thought. "Oh my God, Nigel! I'm sorry. I thought you guys were...oh I'm so stupid."
"Karen," Nigel said trying to help, "the doctor in Dallas said that the bandages needed to be changed during the day."
"I had just finished changing them when you walked in." Sydney added laying the stack of papers on Karen's desk. "The doctor also said that Nigel has to stay with me until the wound heals. Can you make an appointment with Nigel's doctor for tomorrow?"
"Sure." Karen said feeling a little better. She made the call and then left for a meeting with the Dean.
The rest of the week went by fast. Nigel's doctor had told him to do exactly as the one in Dallas had said. His doctor had asked to see him back in three weeks. It had been almost that. Sydney had left Nigel at her place to run a few errands. While she was gone he out on some slow music, and sat down with the phone book. He looked through the restaurant section and made a call. When Sydney returned, it was like nothing had happened. Nigel was sitting on the couch, reading.
"Nigel," Sydney questioned, "did something happen while I was gone?"
"Um...oh I turned on some music. It was too quite."
"Okay." she said still feeling a little suspicious. She laid her purse and keys on the table, then took some grocery bags into the kitchen. She came back out and he was still reading. She grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned the channel to one that was showing an old classic, Casablanca. Sydney had moved from a sitting position to now laying her head on a pillow in his lap. Nigel had watched part of the movie over his book, and had got into it so much that he had long put his book up, and had been reduced to watch and cuddle with Sydney though he didn't mind it.
After the movie had ended, Nigel was the first to get up. He went and took his shower and got ready for bed. Before he shut all the lights off, he went and woke up Sydney who had fallen asleep while he was showering. He gently shook her awake, whereas he normally would have just carried her had it not been to the hole in his chest. He led the still half asleep woman into the bedroom. He walked her to the bed, then bent to take off her shoes. She laid backwards, and curled up in the middle of the bed. She began to shake from the chill the open window was letting in. He finished turning out the lights and shut the window. He then brushed his teeth then joined Sydney in bed. He laid down beside her and wrapped his arm over her waist and up to her shoulder. She laid her hand on top of his and squeezed it tightly.
"Good night, Sydney. I love you." He always made sure to tell her that every night even if she was asleep. This time it was followed with a soft kiss.
Finding Peace Chapter one: Playful Jauntings (Jauntings is a larger word for teasing.)
summary: Nigel and Sydney figure out what they want and have to make several choices to get there. Chapter one is more playful than the rest. And it's really PG.
Disclaimer: don't own, don't sue
The next morning when Nigel awoke he began to look around him when a sudden pain shot through his entire body. He yelled out and Sydney jumped. "What's wrong?" she cried sitting up close to him.
"I forgot for a second that I was shot. I'll be alright. Sorry I woke you, Syd." he apologized.
"That's fine. How did you sleep" she asked rubbing her hand up and down his bare arm.
"Wonderful. I had you to hold." he said closing their distance. She reached up and put both arms around his neck while he put his right arm around to draw her close. The kiss was soft and timid. Neither knew exactly what was going to change between the two of them, and neither really cared.
"How about I go make some breakfast?" Sydney asked starting to get up.
"No." he pulled her back into his embrace. "I'm not the hungry. It's early. Let's just stay in bed and rest. We can eat later."
"Stay in bed all morning?" she gave him a playful smile. "That sounds...too good to be true." she laid back down.
"And why is that, Miss Fox?" he asked in a playful voice leaning over her slightly.
'Well,...Mr. Baily..." she said walking her fingers up his left arm and down to his chest. "I'm usually...out working with my partner."
"Oh, and who is your partner?" he asked still in his playful character.
"Well,..." Sydney began playing his little game. "He's this young, Englishman. He's kinda small and weaselly and he's allergic to everything." she teased. "Ouch, Sydney," he broke out of character. "That hurt."
"I'm sorry." she said leaning up and kissing him softly by the lips. "He's this tall, strong, British man with dark hair and beautiful dark eyes." she said getting back into character. "I know I'm not suppose to fall for him seeing as how we work together, but..."
"I know. I'm in the same boat." he said growing back into his character.
"Oh?" she said following his lead.
"Yeah. There's this foxy women where I work, and I've taken a liken' to her, but we work together and she's my boss."
"That sounds...like it could get a bit awkward."
"Yes, but...we're both pretty professional. We've managed to keep our distance from each other somehow." he said sounding more serious now. "Sydney,...I shouldn't have waited so long to tell you how I felt. I shouldn't have felt so scared of my emotions."
Sitting up, Sydney pulled herself close to him. "I shouldn't have made it so hard for you to express your feelings. That was my fault." she said taking the blame. "If I had been more open to my emotions sooner, we might be closer now."
"You don't think we're close?" Nigel asked bewildered.
"It's not that..." she started, "we are close...it's just...when I was setting your cloths out I...I found a picture of the two of us standing together. I don't even know if I have a picture of us." she lowered her head almost in shame.
"Sydney, it's alright." he said holding her tightly. "Honestly, that's the only actual picture I have. Everything else is newspaper clippings of finds, seminars, and anything else you or I am involved in."
"Everything?" she questioned.
"Yes. Everything." He smiled down at her.
This was the first time he could remember smiling because he was truly happy. He had never felt this way. No one, as far as he knew, no one had ever felt this way about him. The one thing that kept him in this job, no matter how dangerous it got, was just being with Sydney. Just being in her presence. First it was humbling like a child to his life time hero. Then, it grew friendlier. They started getting closer and becoming friends. Over the years, they had grown so close that she considered him to be the one man she had ever trusted. He hoped that he would never do anything to damage his new life with her. They laid back down, still wrapped in each others embrace. Sydney made sure that she didn't hit his wound as she laid her head on his chest. They spent the rest of the morning like this and long into the afternoon. Eventually, they got up and ate, and spent the rest of the weekend this way, sleeping and eating.
Monday rolled around, and Nigel and Sydney were just arriving to work. Both were greeted kindly by their colleagues. Some, those who had heard, asked how Nigel was feeling. Others asked about the hunt. In any case, they knew that the people at Trinity college considered them their friends.
It was early into the morning when Karen came in. She had been in meetings all morning discussing their budget, and had not had the chance to welcome Sydney and Nigel. She was having trouble getting the door open due to all the papers she was carrying, and was let in by one of the janitors on campus. As soon as she stepped through the door, the papers she had been trying not to drop, covered the floor. She had just walked in on Sydney and Nigel as she was buttoning his shirt. She gave them a bewildered look, then, "What in heaven's name are you two doing?!" she screamed.
Startled, Sydney leaped off the desk and spun on her heels to face the loud scream. Though facing the door, Nigel hadn't noticed Karen's entrance.
"Karen!" he screamed half sounding caught with his pants down.
"What in blue blazes is going on?!" Karen cried again.
"Calm down, Karen. Let me explain." Sydney said moving to help pick up the papers. "You obviously haven't heard."
"Heard what?" she asked a little nicer.
'While we were in Dallas, Nigel got shot." Sydney informed, and shot a glance at Nigel.
"What?!" Karen cried ashamed at what she had thought. "Oh my God, Nigel! I'm sorry. I thought you guys were...oh I'm so stupid."
"Karen," Nigel said trying to help, "the doctor in Dallas said that the bandages needed to be changed during the day."
"I had just finished changing them when you walked in." Sydney added laying the stack of papers on Karen's desk. "The doctor also said that Nigel has to stay with me until the wound heals. Can you make an appointment with Nigel's doctor for tomorrow?"
"Sure." Karen said feeling a little better. She made the call and then left for a meeting with the Dean.
The rest of the week went by fast. Nigel's doctor had told him to do exactly as the one in Dallas had said. His doctor had asked to see him back in three weeks. It had been almost that. Sydney had left Nigel at her place to run a few errands. While she was gone he out on some slow music, and sat down with the phone book. He looked through the restaurant section and made a call. When Sydney returned, it was like nothing had happened. Nigel was sitting on the couch, reading.
"Nigel," Sydney questioned, "did something happen while I was gone?"
"Um...oh I turned on some music. It was too quite."
"Okay." she said still feeling a little suspicious. She laid her purse and keys on the table, then took some grocery bags into the kitchen. She came back out and he was still reading. She grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned the channel to one that was showing an old classic, Casablanca. Sydney had moved from a sitting position to now laying her head on a pillow in his lap. Nigel had watched part of the movie over his book, and had got into it so much that he had long put his book up, and had been reduced to watch and cuddle with Sydney though he didn't mind it.
After the movie had ended, Nigel was the first to get up. He went and took his shower and got ready for bed. Before he shut all the lights off, he went and woke up Sydney who had fallen asleep while he was showering. He gently shook her awake, whereas he normally would have just carried her had it not been to the hole in his chest. He led the still half asleep woman into the bedroom. He walked her to the bed, then bent to take off her shoes. She laid backwards, and curled up in the middle of the bed. She began to shake from the chill the open window was letting in. He finished turning out the lights and shut the window. He then brushed his teeth then joined Sydney in bed. He laid down beside her and wrapped his arm over her waist and up to her shoulder. She laid her hand on top of his and squeezed it tightly.
"Good night, Sydney. I love you." He always made sure to tell her that every night even if she was asleep. This time it was followed with a soft kiss.