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 affect Sydney and Nigel's behaviour.

PG/PG-13

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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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They both sat on what had to be the most uncomfortable seats in the whole airport, around them people sat flipping through magazines and attempting to read books, nearly every book was one of those trashy holiday romance novels that you undoubtedly regret buying eventually. Other people were trying to quieten restless children, or were chatting quietly amongst themselves. The whole place had that doctors surgery feel, where everyone sits as quietly as possible and tries to pretend that their not there.

"Just our luck." Sydney muttered sarcastically, she shifted uncomfortably in the chair for the ninth time that minute. Nigel had long ago given up his chair deciding that the floor was more comfortable "Can you believe the flights were cancelled till further notice?"

"All too easily, if I'd known that I was cursing myself to bad luck I'd never of tried to find that damn box." He was reading through all the research they could find on the boxes, which was very little.

"Well at least it will be worth it when all the boxes are together again." She patted his shoulder comfortingly.

"And of course that's all you're going out there for, not because you don't fancy eternal bad luck." He teased lightly, she smiled to herself.

"Well, that too." She looked over his shoulder at the papers "I don't suppose you have any idea what the next box will do to us?"

"No clue at all, but if it gives us good luck remind me to buy a lottery ticket." They both chuckled gently, enjoying the ease of their conversation.

Sinking into relaxed silence again, they went back to waiting patiently. Two hours, three screaming children, one and a half cups of disgusting coffee, and two headaches later the airport announced that they were ready to leave.

"Um Syd?" He held her back for a minute before they left "Just how much bad luck could we have, cos I don't want to die in an aeroplane crash."

"I don't think the purpose is to kill us, Gustopher was just a prankster, I don't think he wanted anyone dead." Even so she looked a little more uncomfortable than usual about the flight.

The flight didn't turn out as badly as it could have done; it still turned out badly, just not life threateningly badly. The airline hostess accidentally spilt hot coffee onto Sydney's new top, coming close to scalding her. Then the woman who was sitting next to Nigel turned out to be terrified of flying, she spent the whole flight clinging to his arm and hyperventilating about a prophesy of doom she had read in her horoscopes.

If the woman had been ten years younger, Sydney would have been a little jealous, well not jealous, she thought covering quickly. Anyway the woman was getting more attached to him; he tried his best to be patient, which was hard when her inch long nails were digging into his arm. By the time the flight was over, she apologised profusely to Nigel, and then went on to tell Sydney how wonderful he was, and how he reminded her of her favourite nephew.

"You know," he commented dryly when the woman had finally left his side "I think I would have preferred being scalded by the coffee." She giggled as she picked up her luggage.

"I don't know Nige; you looked as if you had a friend for life there." She laughed again as he moodily picked up his own suitcase.

By the time they reached their hotel about twenty minutes away from the city itself, it was late into the night; the trying flight had made them exhausted. Both silently prayed that nothing else bad would happen to them.

It seemed as if lady luck was against them again, because as they pulled up to the hotel, they took in the flashing blue lights of the cars parked in front of the doors.

Once they got to the desk through a surge of police officers, the manager explained in broken English that one of the rooms they had booked was not available.

"Why?" Sydney asked, nearly ready to cry with tiredness and exasperation.

"Because, the man who was in your room, has um, how do you say? Departed?" The manger looked worriedly at the pair when they didn't seem to understand "Um, died?"

"Died?" Both Relic hunters chorused "How?"

"He was um," The manager looked more than a little unhappy "Shot." The word came out as a faint squeak.

"Shot? In my room? That's great, just great." Nigel looked about ready to collapse. The manager realised he was loosing his customers.

"Look, look, I tell you what," He said quickly, hoping that they wouldn't leave, "I give you a room, the only one left, with a double bed, for half price!" This was not what they had hoped for, but both were too tired, too fed up, and too past caring to put up much in the way of protest.

"Fine." Sydney snatched the keys, and they both made their way to the lift.

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