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: Snaggle, Beth, Amy, and Kharma for reviewing.

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The whole day was obviously planned to embarrass him. The man who invented these boxes had a lot to answer for.

First he had proposed. He had no idea what drove him to do it, well actually he had, but that wasn't the point. The fact was that they had actually got married. He didn't know who was more stunned. Him, because she'd actually said yes, or her, because she had temporarily lost her mind.

Well, never mind that, the fact was that they were married. This was the end of their friendship without doubt, more than likely the end of his job too. He was already composing his resignation letter in his head.

He wasn't sure he could face Sydney at work. Maybe he should just never go into work again; they'd have to fire him that way. Or he could post his resignation.

Would she be upset with him? Well that was a stupid question; of course she would be upset. It was worse than rape. Just because she had been under a spell didn't make it better, and now they would have to go through divorce proceedings, making it even more painful.

Why hadn't he resisted? It was only a spell, but he should have been able to resist. The fact that he couldn't only made it a million times worse, what would she think of him? He should have been able to control himself.

He couldn't believe how idiotic he's been. What had he proposed for? She was so lusty she would have agreed to marriage if a llama had asked her. That was what scared him, was that the reason he'd asked?

Of all the ways for their partnership to end this wasn't one of the ways he would have chosen. It had certainly been pleasurable, but not the way he would have liked to have been fired.

Some vague part of his mind was telling him that he should at least be a little proud, she had all those men fawning over her, but she had said yes to him. Of course it was hard to feel proud when she had been under a spell, it was no better than a shotgun wedding after all.

He had got a second room too. He hadn't been able to look the receptionist in the face for fear of seeing a knowing smirk; instead he filled out his papers quickly and rushed to the room. It was pretty much the same as the first, only the bed was in a different place.

He was sitting on the bed now, and glaring miserably out of the window at Paris. He still had to get his things from thei~ from Sydney's room but he didn't make a move to leave.

He too had been testing out his new talents. Sound wasn't so bad, as long as you remembered to block it out most of the time. Someone had dropped something loudly in the next room and he'd fallen off the bed in shock. He hadn't tried taste yet, but he meant to get something later. Touch was odd, it felt like you had a shell around you all the time when you wore clothes, he'd never noticed it before. Smell was impossible to ignore.

There was so much to experience; he wanted to test it all. He felt like a toddler trying to find out how naughty they could be before they get told off. He did so many things everyday automatically; it would be like seeing them all from a new angle.

Below him he could hear a couple having loud sex. It didn't improve his mood. He stopped his rage against them because they probably weren't being that loud, it wasn't their fault he could hear a pin drop in a loud nightclub. No they probably weren't that loud. Then again you never knew.

Sound was starting to annoy him too, you could block it out, but it took effort. You also found after a while that you didn't want to, people were a lot more interesting that you give them credit for. It also gave a rare glimpse into people's lives.

He wanted to tell Syd all about this, but didn't feel it was his place to phone up after everything that had happened. She would probably have gotten over her mortification and be angry with him. Maybe being shouted at would lessen his guilt. He doubted it somehow.

But he really wanted to get out of the suit, which meant he needed his luggage. Finally he gave in and called, trying to think of something to say.

"H-hello." He almost dropped the phone in shock. Syd's voice was quiet, but in his mind, even quiet was deafening. What really shocked him was how sad she sounded, the word had sounded like a sob more than anything else.

It had to be stress, it was understandable really. He had, after all, just ruined her life. It was just odd to hear one of the strongest people he knew on the verge of tears. He had an urge to cry with guilt, to run over and make her hit him until she was happy again.

"Hello?" She asked again, a little more clearly this time. Slamming the phone down seemed a very tempting idea but he decided against it.

"Err, um, Hi, it's me. I-I got the room. I was wondering if I could come and get my stuff." She was silent, or at least she didn't speak, he could hear her breathing and the muffled voices of people in the rooms close to hers.

He could hear her clearly though. She still had the phone to her mouth; he could hear her breathing, which was shallow and heavy. She seemed to be fighting back sobs.

"We need to talk." She said finally, before putting the phone down.

Even though the sound was so quiet even he only just heard it. He didn't miss the desperate sob as she put the phone down.

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It wasn't exactly wonderful, I know, but today is Harry Potter release day and I'm dieing to read. Only I'm being a good girl and writing my fanfiction first.

By the way, this is the last chapter with anything resembling angst.

Thank you for reading, please review.