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.

Thank you: dwgle for reviewing

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Sydney was alone again. It was odd really, she had not really been alone for days, and now that she was it felt strange. But she had been alone before and she could be alone again.

Nigel had booked another room for himself. He must have been able to get one, because she had not seen him since. She would have to wait for him to come for his bags.

In her mind he had got the better deal. Being stuck in a room you've pretty much had non-stop sex in when you have enhanced senses is not the best situation to be in. She had opened the windows as far as they would go, but it did nothing to mask the smells.

She was actually getting a headache. Everything was so loud. She could hear the people talking next door as if she was in their room, she could hear the people three and four doors down just as clearly. Not to mention the people below her. If she really concentrated on one room she could block out the rest of the sounds. She had been practicing.

"~James Harland! Will you come away from that television, we didn't come on holiday so that you could watch television~"

"~Muum- it's sooo cool, look, Buffy is speaking in French!~" That was from the room below her. She momentarily considered switching Buffy on to see this phenomenon. A little Spike watching helps even the most depressed person.

Of course, Spike was British, and so was Nigel. Every time either Giles or Spike said anything she'd be back to being mopey again.

"~What do you mean you have to go back? I thought you came here to have a romantic time with me?~"

"~I know~" The voice was near hysterical "~But Bill's been in a car accident. I have to go~" God she could speculate for hours about what the people were talking about. Maybe Bill was the woman's husband, and she had been cheating on him.

Husband. God, was the world filled with things that reminded her of him? It wasn't as though he liked her back. Well he liked her, but he didn't like her, like her, emphasis on the second like. His reaction to the whole embarrassment this morning was enough to tell her that.

But back on topic. She could hear more than was good for her. Hell she even knew that the bell boy had the theme tune to Moulin rouge stuck on his head; he'd gone past humming it quietly three times. Every time she did so she sung the words quietly to herself.

Of course sound wasn't the only thing enhanced either. Sight was too, but it was easy to keep in control.

Taste. Taste was brilliant. She had absent-mindedly eaten one grape. She had never tasted anything like it before. And she wasn't even that keen on grapes. As with most of this, no words really describe it. If she was really forced to describe it it would be something lie this.

Take the average pleasure you get from eating one piece of chocolate and the great feeling you get when your hot and thirsty and you find a glass of chilled water. Now add the unbelievable feeling of eating a McDonalds when you've been on a health food diet, and how much better you feel after a cup of tea in the morning, tea, tea, England, Nigel. Oh shut up. She snapped to herself. Anyway add that all together and times it by about a million and you get something very similar.

That was just from one grape.

Touch was an odd one. She'd always though that she had smooth skin, but under her finger tips it was worse than sand paper. It was definitely the strangest thing to be enhanced, the absently wondered what Nigel's skin felt like.

Good god, get a grip girl. If she carried on like this she was going to drive herself nuts. Back on track. It was sickening how many times she'd had to repeat that mantra over and over in the last hour.

Anyway, she had wondered around touching things in disbelief. It was indescribable how WET water was, there were just no words to describe it.

Smell was the hardest to block out. When she went towards the window she could smell so many things. Everything, from people to fresh baked bread. She never thought that most air really smelled of anything, but it was made up of so many things that she couldn't identify some of them. It was enough just to want to stay there forever hanging out of the window with your nose in the air.

Inside was different. She could smell herself and Nigel. Not just sweat, but their skin, their hair, her perfume, his aftershave. It all mingled together until it became one very identifiable smell. If it was a perfume it would make millions. She could smell sex, lust, lots of that obviously; she could smell their shampoos, the soaps, her nails varnish. Even their blood.

It all came together in sensory overload. It was THEIR scent, totally unique to them. Every time she breathed in she got the mad ache in her stomach when you want something so very badly. That excited twinge where if you don't get it you can't help but cry.

It was the smell of love. Not just sex and passion. Not just friendship. It was that total balance of sweetness and closeness. Okay so the spell had made them a little insane, but she could see beyond that. The whispered 'I love you's' the sweet kisses, the total comfort of a relationship. It was like seeing into the future.

Of course seeing into the future was different. Seeing into the future made the impression that it would actually happen.

She had, after much deliberation, taken the ring off. Of course this new touch enhancement only made her feel worse, her hand felt empty, cold.

Actually all of her felt cold, leaving the windows open for so long had been a bad idea.

She shut the window and then went to the bed and wrapped the blanket around herself. Nigel Nigel Nigel.

Oh god, she was going insane. Without realising it, she burst into tears.

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Well, we get Nigel's opinion on all this next.

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