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
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.
Thank you: Beth, snaggle, and Dramawriter for your reviews, I'm so glad you bothered to take the time to send one.
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Nigel opened his eyes, as soon as he remembered where he was he slammed them shut again. If he had his eyes shut he was still technically asleep, and therefore couldn't be blamed for any potentially embarrassing things.
From the millisecond he'd had his eyes open he could tell that Sydney was still asleep, that was a blessing at least, it meant she hadn't had time to mull over any embarrassing incidents, unless she woke up in the night. He started to panic silently at all the things that could have happened while he was asleep.
He made a silent check that all his limbs were where they were supposed to be, i.e not touching the woman next to him. Once the check was complete he risked opening his eyes and glancing at the clock, 6.50, they'd have to get up soon anyway.
Sitting up as gently as he could, so as not to disturb her, he climbed out of bed and went over to the small kettle and cups that were provided for making drinks. He made a cup of tea for himself, and then coffee for Sydney. Damn, they only had two packets of sugar, Sydney always had two, anything less would be sure to put her in a bad mood. Oh well he needed to cut down on sugar anyway.
Taking the coffee over to her bedside table, he placed it down and then began to wake her softly.
"Syd? C'mon Syd, wake up." His voice was quiet so as not to wake her up too harshly.
"Mmm," She moaned, starting to wake "Nigel," it was almost a whisper and as soon as it left her mouth she froze, eyes snapping open. "Nigel!" She sat up a lot quicker than normal, shocked at him having heard her. "Um, oh, um, g'morning." she finished lamely.
"Morning." He said, feeling much more cheerful now that she didn't seem to be reminding him of things he had said or done in the night. "I made you coffee." He indicated the cup.
"Thanks." She reached out and took a big gulp of the sweet drink, feeling much more awake.
"I'm just going to get dressed, won't be a sec." He grabbed his clothes and entered the bathroom.
Once he was gone she leaned back into the pillow, sighing in relief. At least she hadn't done anything ridiculous like moaned his name in her sleep, of course she done it while she was nearly awake, but he hadn't noticed. She finished the coffee, glad that he'd thought to make her some, he might never look at her again in the same light if he saw what she looked like first thing, without the aid of coffee. She shuddered at the thought.
She stood reluctantly, taking the empty cup back to the table. Nigel's tea sat pretty much untouched, she left it where it was in case he wanted it when he got back.
She set her clothes out on the bed, and then flipped through his notes. As he'd said there wasn't much, but there were a few promising leads. Underneath his handwritten comments and ideas she scribbled a few of her own. She was so engrossed in this task that she didn't notice him come out of the bathroom.
"Bathroom's free." He called gently, rousing her from her work.
"Hey, I was thinking, there a couple of people in the area who might know something about the boxes, maybe we should call them, they might know something." He looked over her shoulder at the names recognising a couple.
"Sure, do you want me to do that now?" She nodded gathering up her things, and exiting to the bathroom.
She left it twenty minutes later, just in time to hear Nigel finishing up a telephone conversation.
"That was the current ancient studies expert at the local university, he's heard of these boxes before, well actually only the first, he was as surprised as anyone to find out there are more. He's given us a couple of places that would be about the right age, and a few other experts to call."
"Well at least something is going our way." She joked lightly "Any luck on the internet?"
"No, very few people have heard of it. It's been mentioned on a few pages, but nothing helpful." He sighed flipping through the small amount of information he'd found. "There's got to be some more clues, what the point in making the stupid prank, unless you can find the next part?"
"I know, let's go out into the city, see if we find any clues. Maybe there's someone who'll know something about it." She grabbed her coat, heading to the door.
"With our luck, it'll be a miracale if we don't drown." But he likewise grabbed his jacket.
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Thank you for reading, please review.
Next chapter, they find the box!
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
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.
Thank you: Beth, snaggle, and Dramawriter for your reviews, I'm so glad you bothered to take the time to send one.
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Nigel opened his eyes, as soon as he remembered where he was he slammed them shut again. If he had his eyes shut he was still technically asleep, and therefore couldn't be blamed for any potentially embarrassing things.
From the millisecond he'd had his eyes open he could tell that Sydney was still asleep, that was a blessing at least, it meant she hadn't had time to mull over any embarrassing incidents, unless she woke up in the night. He started to panic silently at all the things that could have happened while he was asleep.
He made a silent check that all his limbs were where they were supposed to be, i.e not touching the woman next to him. Once the check was complete he risked opening his eyes and glancing at the clock, 6.50, they'd have to get up soon anyway.
Sitting up as gently as he could, so as not to disturb her, he climbed out of bed and went over to the small kettle and cups that were provided for making drinks. He made a cup of tea for himself, and then coffee for Sydney. Damn, they only had two packets of sugar, Sydney always had two, anything less would be sure to put her in a bad mood. Oh well he needed to cut down on sugar anyway.
Taking the coffee over to her bedside table, he placed it down and then began to wake her softly.
"Syd? C'mon Syd, wake up." His voice was quiet so as not to wake her up too harshly.
"Mmm," She moaned, starting to wake "Nigel," it was almost a whisper and as soon as it left her mouth she froze, eyes snapping open. "Nigel!" She sat up a lot quicker than normal, shocked at him having heard her. "Um, oh, um, g'morning." she finished lamely.
"Morning." He said, feeling much more cheerful now that she didn't seem to be reminding him of things he had said or done in the night. "I made you coffee." He indicated the cup.
"Thanks." She reached out and took a big gulp of the sweet drink, feeling much more awake.
"I'm just going to get dressed, won't be a sec." He grabbed his clothes and entered the bathroom.
Once he was gone she leaned back into the pillow, sighing in relief. At least she hadn't done anything ridiculous like moaned his name in her sleep, of course she done it while she was nearly awake, but he hadn't noticed. She finished the coffee, glad that he'd thought to make her some, he might never look at her again in the same light if he saw what she looked like first thing, without the aid of coffee. She shuddered at the thought.
She stood reluctantly, taking the empty cup back to the table. Nigel's tea sat pretty much untouched, she left it where it was in case he wanted it when he got back.
She set her clothes out on the bed, and then flipped through his notes. As he'd said there wasn't much, but there were a few promising leads. Underneath his handwritten comments and ideas she scribbled a few of her own. She was so engrossed in this task that she didn't notice him come out of the bathroom.
"Bathroom's free." He called gently, rousing her from her work.
"Hey, I was thinking, there a couple of people in the area who might know something about the boxes, maybe we should call them, they might know something." He looked over her shoulder at the names recognising a couple.
"Sure, do you want me to do that now?" She nodded gathering up her things, and exiting to the bathroom.
She left it twenty minutes later, just in time to hear Nigel finishing up a telephone conversation.
"That was the current ancient studies expert at the local university, he's heard of these boxes before, well actually only the first, he was as surprised as anyone to find out there are more. He's given us a couple of places that would be about the right age, and a few other experts to call."
"Well at least something is going our way." She joked lightly "Any luck on the internet?"
"No, very few people have heard of it. It's been mentioned on a few pages, but nothing helpful." He sighed flipping through the small amount of information he'd found. "There's got to be some more clues, what the point in making the stupid prank, unless you can find the next part?"
"I know, let's go out into the city, see if we find any clues. Maybe there's someone who'll know something about it." She grabbed her coat, heading to the door.
"With our luck, it'll be a miracale if we don't drown." But he likewise grabbed his jacket.
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Thank you for reading, please review.
Next chapter, they find the box!
