The 4 boxes.
Disclaimer-I'm not sure who relic hunter belongs to, but I'm damn sure it's not me!
Summary-4 boxes effect Sydney and Nigel's behaviour.
PG/PG-13
Feedback- Yes please!! I try to thank everyone who reviews in the author's notes, but if I forget you, tell me and I'll apologise.
Author's notes- This is my first Relic Hunter Fanfic, I love the show, but had difficulty finding much fanfiction, so I decided to add my own. This will be a Sydney/Nigel story.
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"I'm late, late, late, damn!" Sydney rushed through her apartment, she'd turned it upside down in the last three minutes looking for her keys. She swore again as she laddered her tights.
Racing back into her room, she quickly changed, still looking for her keys. She was beyond lateness, she should have been at work almost half-an-hour ago. It had not been her morning, her alarm hadn't gone off, she had forgotten to pay her phone bill meaning her phone had been cut off, she'd stubbed her toe, spent ten minutes trying to find her watch, and had finally scoured the apartment in rage after loosing her keys.
The usually calm proffesser was in an awful mood, she had an urge to hit something, Nigel better not annoy her today because she could not be held responsible for her actions.
Twenty minutes later she was ready to leave, dashing downstairs and into the car park. She climbed into the car and tried to start it. All she got in return was a sorrowful whine from the engine.
"No, no, no! Why now? Why today?" The last part of her rant came out as a sorrowful whine that would have put the engine to shame.
Furiously she stormed out of the car, and went over to a phone box, dialling a taxi number. Upset did not do justice to her mood, when the woman from the taxi company explained that there would not be a taxi available for forty minutes.
Resigning herself to the fact that she was in for a wait, she sat down on a bench.
An hour and ten minutes later the taxi pulled up, she could have socked the driver, who offered no apology for the wait, instead looking her up and down like a piece of meat. Scowling, the taxi pulled up to college, she thrust some notes at the driver, and dashed towards her office.
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A bit short, I know, the next one will be longer I promise. Thank you for reading, please review.
Disclaimer-I'm not sure who relic hunter belongs to, but I'm damn sure it's not me!
Summary-4 boxes effect Sydney and Nigel's behaviour.
PG/PG-13
Feedback- Yes please!! I try to thank everyone who reviews in the author's notes, but if I forget you, tell me and I'll apologise.
Author's notes- This is my first Relic Hunter Fanfic, I love the show, but had difficulty finding much fanfiction, so I decided to add my own. This will be a Sydney/Nigel story.
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"I'm late, late, late, damn!" Sydney rushed through her apartment, she'd turned it upside down in the last three minutes looking for her keys. She swore again as she laddered her tights.
Racing back into her room, she quickly changed, still looking for her keys. She was beyond lateness, she should have been at work almost half-an-hour ago. It had not been her morning, her alarm hadn't gone off, she had forgotten to pay her phone bill meaning her phone had been cut off, she'd stubbed her toe, spent ten minutes trying to find her watch, and had finally scoured the apartment in rage after loosing her keys.
The usually calm proffesser was in an awful mood, she had an urge to hit something, Nigel better not annoy her today because she could not be held responsible for her actions.
Twenty minutes later she was ready to leave, dashing downstairs and into the car park. She climbed into the car and tried to start it. All she got in return was a sorrowful whine from the engine.
"No, no, no! Why now? Why today?" The last part of her rant came out as a sorrowful whine that would have put the engine to shame.
Furiously she stormed out of the car, and went over to a phone box, dialling a taxi number. Upset did not do justice to her mood, when the woman from the taxi company explained that there would not be a taxi available for forty minutes.
Resigning herself to the fact that she was in for a wait, she sat down on a bench.
An hour and ten minutes later the taxi pulled up, she could have socked the driver, who offered no apology for the wait, instead looking her up and down like a piece of meat. Scowling, the taxi pulled up to college, she thrust some notes at the driver, and dashed towards her office.
******
A bit short, I know, the next one will be longer I promise. Thank you for reading, please review.