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, Bil, fan_kitty, chibiusaxoxox, and C.J Sandiego for reviewing. I know it's been forever since I updated, but loads has been going on.
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Getting to Paris had been hell. The only way of getting there was by flight. This meant that they were stuck in an aeroplane for three hours unable to touch the other. It hadn't helped that they had to sit almost three seats away from the other. When they'd asked the lady sitting next to Sydney whether she would consider switching places with Nigel, she had flatly refused. Sydney had managed to pull herself together enough to know that hitting her wouldn't fix things.
For the next three hours they had sent each other lusty glances, smouldering looks, and blown kisses. The adorable little wave he'd sent her earlier was enough to make her want to go over there and throw herself at him. Not that she needed much encouragement as it was.
If she hadn't known how cliché it was and how often the people who did it got caught, she would have seriously considered slipping into the bathroom with Nigel for a few minutes. So they settled for shifting uncomfortably in their seats, staring at each other and praying that the flight ended quickly.
Four hours after they took off they were free from the airport and in Paris.
"Paris really is the most romantic city in the world." She sighed as they got a really good view of the Eiffel tower when their taxi drove past. It had been year since she'd really been able to visit the city while she was in a relationship, but here she was with Nigel, in love, and without a care in the world.
A vague part of her memory reminded her that they were here for a reason but she pushed it back. Why spoil such a perfect time? All she really wanted to do was to get a hotel room, go inside it, and not come out for ever.
Now she was back in Nigel's arms she wondered how she had actually coped on the flight. Just the thought of being inches away from her made her want to be sick. He same to be thinking the same thing, because as soon as she snuggled closer he reached down and captured her mouth in another sweet kiss.
God! Could the taxi driver go any slower if he tried?
After what seemed like forever in both their minds he finally pulled up outside a classy looking hotel. Right now Sydney wouldn't have cared if it was a rat and cockroach infested cesspit as long as it had a bed.
After fumbling around in her bag and giving the driver a tip he didn't deserve they managed to stumble to the hotel. If it hadn't been for the fact that Nigel chose that moment to kiss her she would have murdered the receptionist when she was handed an enormous pile of paperwork.
The room they'd rented was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen if only because of the wonderful looking bed under the window. In union they slammed the door behind them as dived for the bed as one.
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The phone woke her up.
Sydney lazily reached for the phone, snuggling deeper into Nigel's arms. Beside her he moaned in his sleep, the phone not having woken him up. Absently she trailed her fingers along the muscles of his arms.
Talking to someone else felt wrong, like they were the only two people in the world and aliens had just landed. The only person she should be talking to or be with was Nigel.
"Hello?" She asked finally.
"Hi Syd it's me Claudia, had any luck with the boxes?" She was about to snap at Claudia and say that she hadn't had the chance, but realised that from Claudia's point of view she HAD had chance, she wasn't to know that Syd had not left the bed in, she glanced at the clock, fourteen hours.
"Um, no. We're working on it." She admitted finally.
"Well I must say, I'm glad you're in a better mood than you were the other day. I mean there was no need to shout at me like that. So what's Paris like? Is it romantic?" Sydney was about to say yes when Claudia spoke again. "Not that you've had the chance to be romantic with anyone, after all you've been working." Sydney who had stopped paying attention murmured into the phone.
"Chance would be a fine thing." She started tracing her fingers along Nigel's chest as she blocked out Claudia's inane chatter. Ten minutes later the secretary stopped talking and hung up, leaving them alone again.
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"We really should be looking for that box." He finally said. It was said in the tones of one who doesn't want to get up for school but knows that they will have to eventually.
"Yeah." She agreed finally.
"I mean, those things are not safe, they could affect anyone." He added, though it seemed he was trying to talk himself into it more than anyone.
"Mm-hmm." She nodded without any conviction whatsoever. She vaguely realised that even if they were humanities last hope for survival, then humanity was screwed.
He was frowning as if trying to piece something together.
"I don't want to find the boxes." She spoke finally. He nodded in agreement. "What if we find it and then we have to stop all," she gestured around them "y'know, this."
"I don't want it to stop."
"Me neither." she added. Both were trying to think of someway to fit it all together.
"What we need," He said finally "is some way of garunteeing that we'll stay together afterwards. When all this is over." She started trailing kisses down his throat, and then started moving back up to his mouth.
"Yeah. How?" She was too lusty to think right now. She'd noticed that, for a little while after they'd come together they could be perfectly fine and have a conversation, but after the after-sex glow had worn off they couldn't keep their hands off each other long enough to even say hello.
He rolled over on top of her, he seemed so confident to her now. He was still quite shy and he still stammered occasionally, but there was something different about him. Not very different, though. He was still the Nigel Bailey she knew and loved. He ran his hand over her tummy. Mmm, defiantly loved.
She waited for him to answer her.
"Mm, go on." She whispered through a haze of lust. There was that little bit of uncertainty back again, she reached up a stroked his hair soothingly.
"Marry me." He said finally.
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I'm evil aren't I? Leaving it there. I know I'm really bad at romantic scenes, so if anything is glaringly wrong sorry. After all, I'm too young to have experienced any of this stuff.
Next chapter: What's her answer? Will they find the box?
If anyone feels like doing an NC-17 version, just ask. I'll say yes.
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 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, Bil, fan_kitty, chibiusaxoxox, and C.J Sandiego for reviewing. I know it's been forever since I updated, but loads has been going on.
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Getting to Paris had been hell. The only way of getting there was by flight. This meant that they were stuck in an aeroplane for three hours unable to touch the other. It hadn't helped that they had to sit almost three seats away from the other. When they'd asked the lady sitting next to Sydney whether she would consider switching places with Nigel, she had flatly refused. Sydney had managed to pull herself together enough to know that hitting her wouldn't fix things.
For the next three hours they had sent each other lusty glances, smouldering looks, and blown kisses. The adorable little wave he'd sent her earlier was enough to make her want to go over there and throw herself at him. Not that she needed much encouragement as it was.
If she hadn't known how cliché it was and how often the people who did it got caught, she would have seriously considered slipping into the bathroom with Nigel for a few minutes. So they settled for shifting uncomfortably in their seats, staring at each other and praying that the flight ended quickly.
Four hours after they took off they were free from the airport and in Paris.
"Paris really is the most romantic city in the world." She sighed as they got a really good view of the Eiffel tower when their taxi drove past. It had been year since she'd really been able to visit the city while she was in a relationship, but here she was with Nigel, in love, and without a care in the world.
A vague part of her memory reminded her that they were here for a reason but she pushed it back. Why spoil such a perfect time? All she really wanted to do was to get a hotel room, go inside it, and not come out for ever.
Now she was back in Nigel's arms she wondered how she had actually coped on the flight. Just the thought of being inches away from her made her want to be sick. He same to be thinking the same thing, because as soon as she snuggled closer he reached down and captured her mouth in another sweet kiss.
God! Could the taxi driver go any slower if he tried?
After what seemed like forever in both their minds he finally pulled up outside a classy looking hotel. Right now Sydney wouldn't have cared if it was a rat and cockroach infested cesspit as long as it had a bed.
After fumbling around in her bag and giving the driver a tip he didn't deserve they managed to stumble to the hotel. If it hadn't been for the fact that Nigel chose that moment to kiss her she would have murdered the receptionist when she was handed an enormous pile of paperwork.
The room they'd rented was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen if only because of the wonderful looking bed under the window. In union they slammed the door behind them as dived for the bed as one.
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The phone woke her up.
Sydney lazily reached for the phone, snuggling deeper into Nigel's arms. Beside her he moaned in his sleep, the phone not having woken him up. Absently she trailed her fingers along the muscles of his arms.
Talking to someone else felt wrong, like they were the only two people in the world and aliens had just landed. The only person she should be talking to or be with was Nigel.
"Hello?" She asked finally.
"Hi Syd it's me Claudia, had any luck with the boxes?" She was about to snap at Claudia and say that she hadn't had the chance, but realised that from Claudia's point of view she HAD had chance, she wasn't to know that Syd had not left the bed in, she glanced at the clock, fourteen hours.
"Um, no. We're working on it." She admitted finally.
"Well I must say, I'm glad you're in a better mood than you were the other day. I mean there was no need to shout at me like that. So what's Paris like? Is it romantic?" Sydney was about to say yes when Claudia spoke again. "Not that you've had the chance to be romantic with anyone, after all you've been working." Sydney who had stopped paying attention murmured into the phone.
"Chance would be a fine thing." She started tracing her fingers along Nigel's chest as she blocked out Claudia's inane chatter. Ten minutes later the secretary stopped talking and hung up, leaving them alone again.
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"We really should be looking for that box." He finally said. It was said in the tones of one who doesn't want to get up for school but knows that they will have to eventually.
"Yeah." She agreed finally.
"I mean, those things are not safe, they could affect anyone." He added, though it seemed he was trying to talk himself into it more than anyone.
"Mm-hmm." She nodded without any conviction whatsoever. She vaguely realised that even if they were humanities last hope for survival, then humanity was screwed.
He was frowning as if trying to piece something together.
"I don't want to find the boxes." She spoke finally. He nodded in agreement. "What if we find it and then we have to stop all," she gestured around them "y'know, this."
"I don't want it to stop."
"Me neither." she added. Both were trying to think of someway to fit it all together.
"What we need," He said finally "is some way of garunteeing that we'll stay together afterwards. When all this is over." She started trailing kisses down his throat, and then started moving back up to his mouth.
"Yeah. How?" She was too lusty to think right now. She'd noticed that, for a little while after they'd come together they could be perfectly fine and have a conversation, but after the after-sex glow had worn off they couldn't keep their hands off each other long enough to even say hello.
He rolled over on top of her, he seemed so confident to her now. He was still quite shy and he still stammered occasionally, but there was something different about him. Not very different, though. He was still the Nigel Bailey she knew and loved. He ran his hand over her tummy. Mmm, defiantly loved.
She waited for him to answer her.
"Mm, go on." She whispered through a haze of lust. There was that little bit of uncertainty back again, she reached up a stroked his hair soothingly.
"Marry me." He said finally.
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I'm evil aren't I? Leaving it there. I know I'm really bad at romantic scenes, so if anything is glaringly wrong sorry. After all, I'm too young to have experienced any of this stuff.
Next chapter: What's her answer? Will they find the box?
If anyone feels like doing an NC-17 version, just ask. I'll say yes.
Thank you for reading, please review.
