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Yo! I'm back. With the next chapter. Which people actually want to happen! Surprisingly. Eight people reviewed the first chapter! That is so cool!
I had a geography project to complete over the weekend. Got given it Friday first lesson to hand in on third lesson Monday. I have typed twelve pages. My hands are incredibly sore, and I'm still posting this. I just hope you lot out there appreciate this!
And on with the fic!
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Nigel pushed open the office door with a sigh. It had happened again. Claudia and Sydney had tidied his stuff. "Sydney! Why do you do this every time I'm not here?"
"Do what, Nigel?" Sydney gave him a sweet smile, pretending she had no idea of what he was talking about.
"You know what I mean." Nigel gave her a mock glare, and sat down at his desk. He reached for a pile of books and purposely placed them, one by one, all over the table.
Sydney stuck her tongue out at him, and Nigel grinned back.
"Go on, Nigel. Get to work, like a good little slave boy." Now it was Sydney's turn to grin, and Nigel's turn to pull a face. "And if you feel at all ill, tell me or Claudia or go to medical. * Do not sit there and suffer!"
"Ok, Syd. I'm fine. I'm teaching TL first. They're usually nice and quiet."
Sydney nodded. "Ok, Nigel. I'll see you at lunch time." She smiled at him and left, shutting the door behind her.
A few minutes later, Claudia bounced through the door, and squealed, "Nigel! Oh, you're back! Hello! Are you ok now? Cause you were, like, totally out of it on Monday."
"I'm fine, thank you, Claudia. Now, I have to go and find TL's classroom. See you later."
Claudia grinned at him happily, and blew him a kiss. "See you, Nigel."
Nigel blushed, and walked quickly out of the office, trying to hide his burning cheeks by looking at the floor and letting his hair fall down over his eyes.
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Three days later-
Nigel stared down at the letter in his hand. He was tempted... it was a good offer, a nice quiet job, peaceful, in his home country... but he couldn't leave Sydney. But... he was always in trouble on the hunts, holding her back...
He loved working with her and Claudia, but if all he was good for were the translations, then they could get anyone to do that.
After a few minutes of struggle with himself, Nigel made his decision and picked up the phone, trying to convince himself that he was doing the right thing.
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Two days later-
Claudia sat down at her desk, and frowned when she saw a letter in front of her. It was addressed, simply, 'Claudia', in Nigel's neat, small handwriting.
Slowly, she slit it open, dreading what she would find. The words were tidy, like Nigel's writing always was, but they started to swim in front of her eyes as tears gathered.
"Dear Claudia,
"I wanted to tell you this in a letter so you couldn't try and persuade me not to go. I'm quitting this job, to go to England. I've... got a position as a translator at Pitt Rivers museum in Oxford.
"The reason I'm going is... well, the reason I'm going is that I don't want to die in some place, miles away from home, with only Sydney there to know I'm gone. I want to die peacefully, in my own bed, when I'm old.
"I can't keep up with her, and if I can't keep up I'm just holding her back. I love hunting for relics, but I'm too clumsy and... and basically I'm just a liability. I add nothing to the hunts, bar a bit of translations that Syd could get anyone to do, and she could really do them herself. She only lets me do them so I can feel like I'm needed. Which I don't think I am, despite her best efforts to tell me otherwise.
"I'm sorry, Claudia. I hope you'll forgive me. Please tell Sydney, and try to stay out of the way of the aftermath. It wasn't your fault, or Syd's. Goodbye, Claudia. I'm going to miss you both."
The letter was ended with Nigel's flourishing signature.
Claudia slumped back in her chair, and, in a small, very unhappy tone, called, "Sydney..."
Professor Fox immediately peered round the door, worried at Claudia's tone. "Yes, Claudia? Is something wrong?"
"Yes. Nigel's quit. He's going to England, to work there. He left me a letter, and he says that it wasn't my fault, or yours. He's gone, Sydney. I can't believe it!"
Sydney stared at Claudia in horror as the news sank in. She had found that letter, but never thought that Nigel would seriously consider it. And she could have stopped him, tried to persuade him to stay at Trinity College... And now he was gone to England, and he probably wouldn't appreciate her going after him.
"Oh, Nigel..."
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At the airport, Nigel climbed out of the taxi, paid the driver, and made his way to gate three where he had to get on the plane.
He passed his hand luggage through the x-ray machines, checking the things himself as they passed through. He looked for a small obsidian statue of Bastet (the Egyptian cat goddess), his laptop, a notebook with several pages of writing in it, and his favourite, rather battered, book, a copy of Daniel Jackson's 'History of Egypt'. They were all there, and Nigel smiled at the blonde, female attendant as she passed him the bag.
She smiled back, and Nigel's cheeks turned slightly red as her fingers brushed his. At least in England he would be away from the American girls, who were so obvious about their intentions that only an idiot could ignore their approaches.
He showed his passport to the male assistant and was shown to his seat. It was by the window, which he was glad about, but a few minutes after he sat down, a middle age woman, overweight and with far too much hand luggage, sat down in the seat next to him.
Immediately, Nigel was overwhelmed with the stench of her perfume, but still managed to help her into her seatbelt, which she seemed to have rather a lot of trouble with. It wasn't quite long enough.
As the plane slowly taxied down the long runway, Nigel sighed. There went America. There went his adventures for the last few years. And there went Sydney and Claudia, the two most wonderful women in his life.
He shook his head. He couldn't think about that, or he'd end up taking the first flight back to America. He had to look ahead, look to England.
But oh, boy, was it gonna be hard.
*Medical- medical room.
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Well? How was it? Please tell me in a review! I need the ego boost! (I have a cold. Colds can be held off by reviews.)
Along with the geography project on farming, I had a history story to write, a newspaper report to write, a diagram of the digestive system to label, and a load of philosophical questions for RE. I gotta go do that now.
Please review!
Kazuki.
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Yo! I'm back. With the next chapter. Which people actually want to happen! Surprisingly. Eight people reviewed the first chapter! That is so cool!
I had a geography project to complete over the weekend. Got given it Friday first lesson to hand in on third lesson Monday. I have typed twelve pages. My hands are incredibly sore, and I'm still posting this. I just hope you lot out there appreciate this!
And on with the fic!
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Nigel pushed open the office door with a sigh. It had happened again. Claudia and Sydney had tidied his stuff. "Sydney! Why do you do this every time I'm not here?"
"Do what, Nigel?" Sydney gave him a sweet smile, pretending she had no idea of what he was talking about.
"You know what I mean." Nigel gave her a mock glare, and sat down at his desk. He reached for a pile of books and purposely placed them, one by one, all over the table.
Sydney stuck her tongue out at him, and Nigel grinned back.
"Go on, Nigel. Get to work, like a good little slave boy." Now it was Sydney's turn to grin, and Nigel's turn to pull a face. "And if you feel at all ill, tell me or Claudia or go to medical. * Do not sit there and suffer!"
"Ok, Syd. I'm fine. I'm teaching TL first. They're usually nice and quiet."
Sydney nodded. "Ok, Nigel. I'll see you at lunch time." She smiled at him and left, shutting the door behind her.
A few minutes later, Claudia bounced through the door, and squealed, "Nigel! Oh, you're back! Hello! Are you ok now? Cause you were, like, totally out of it on Monday."
"I'm fine, thank you, Claudia. Now, I have to go and find TL's classroom. See you later."
Claudia grinned at him happily, and blew him a kiss. "See you, Nigel."
Nigel blushed, and walked quickly out of the office, trying to hide his burning cheeks by looking at the floor and letting his hair fall down over his eyes.
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Three days later-
Nigel stared down at the letter in his hand. He was tempted... it was a good offer, a nice quiet job, peaceful, in his home country... but he couldn't leave Sydney. But... he was always in trouble on the hunts, holding her back...
He loved working with her and Claudia, but if all he was good for were the translations, then they could get anyone to do that.
After a few minutes of struggle with himself, Nigel made his decision and picked up the phone, trying to convince himself that he was doing the right thing.
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Two days later-
Claudia sat down at her desk, and frowned when she saw a letter in front of her. It was addressed, simply, 'Claudia', in Nigel's neat, small handwriting.
Slowly, she slit it open, dreading what she would find. The words were tidy, like Nigel's writing always was, but they started to swim in front of her eyes as tears gathered.
"Dear Claudia,
"I wanted to tell you this in a letter so you couldn't try and persuade me not to go. I'm quitting this job, to go to England. I've... got a position as a translator at Pitt Rivers museum in Oxford.
"The reason I'm going is... well, the reason I'm going is that I don't want to die in some place, miles away from home, with only Sydney there to know I'm gone. I want to die peacefully, in my own bed, when I'm old.
"I can't keep up with her, and if I can't keep up I'm just holding her back. I love hunting for relics, but I'm too clumsy and... and basically I'm just a liability. I add nothing to the hunts, bar a bit of translations that Syd could get anyone to do, and she could really do them herself. She only lets me do them so I can feel like I'm needed. Which I don't think I am, despite her best efforts to tell me otherwise.
"I'm sorry, Claudia. I hope you'll forgive me. Please tell Sydney, and try to stay out of the way of the aftermath. It wasn't your fault, or Syd's. Goodbye, Claudia. I'm going to miss you both."
The letter was ended with Nigel's flourishing signature.
Claudia slumped back in her chair, and, in a small, very unhappy tone, called, "Sydney..."
Professor Fox immediately peered round the door, worried at Claudia's tone. "Yes, Claudia? Is something wrong?"
"Yes. Nigel's quit. He's going to England, to work there. He left me a letter, and he says that it wasn't my fault, or yours. He's gone, Sydney. I can't believe it!"
Sydney stared at Claudia in horror as the news sank in. She had found that letter, but never thought that Nigel would seriously consider it. And she could have stopped him, tried to persuade him to stay at Trinity College... And now he was gone to England, and he probably wouldn't appreciate her going after him.
"Oh, Nigel..."
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At the airport, Nigel climbed out of the taxi, paid the driver, and made his way to gate three where he had to get on the plane.
He passed his hand luggage through the x-ray machines, checking the things himself as they passed through. He looked for a small obsidian statue of Bastet (the Egyptian cat goddess), his laptop, a notebook with several pages of writing in it, and his favourite, rather battered, book, a copy of Daniel Jackson's 'History of Egypt'. They were all there, and Nigel smiled at the blonde, female attendant as she passed him the bag.
She smiled back, and Nigel's cheeks turned slightly red as her fingers brushed his. At least in England he would be away from the American girls, who were so obvious about their intentions that only an idiot could ignore their approaches.
He showed his passport to the male assistant and was shown to his seat. It was by the window, which he was glad about, but a few minutes after he sat down, a middle age woman, overweight and with far too much hand luggage, sat down in the seat next to him.
Immediately, Nigel was overwhelmed with the stench of her perfume, but still managed to help her into her seatbelt, which she seemed to have rather a lot of trouble with. It wasn't quite long enough.
As the plane slowly taxied down the long runway, Nigel sighed. There went America. There went his adventures for the last few years. And there went Sydney and Claudia, the two most wonderful women in his life.
He shook his head. He couldn't think about that, or he'd end up taking the first flight back to America. He had to look ahead, look to England.
But oh, boy, was it gonna be hard.
*Medical- medical room.
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Well? How was it? Please tell me in a review! I need the ego boost! (I have a cold. Colds can be held off by reviews.)
Along with the geography project on farming, I had a history story to write, a newspaper report to write, a diagram of the digestive system to label, and a load of philosophical questions for RE. I gotta go do that now.
Please review!
Kazuki.
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