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, Dwgle and Kharma(I'm glad someone feels the same way about HP) Anyway, thank you all for reviewing, it makes me happy!

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He stood outside her door trying to work out a game plan. Should apologise? Resign? Get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness? He realised that to do any of these things he needed to get into the room. He still had his key, but just barging in was not the best option. What if she wasn't fully dressed? It wouldn't exactly help his argument.

He couldn't hear her. He strained to, but she wasn't making any noise at all. She didn't seem to be moving. As odd as it sounded he could smell her, and as he stepped closer to the door, them. Together.

How could she stand to be in there. If she regretted every second of it, it was not the best place to be.

Finally he knocked in a 'respectful, completely unrelated to sex in any way shape or form' way. Up until this moment he would never have believed a knock could sound indecent.

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He was outside, she could tell. She could part hear him and part smell him, as weird as it sounded. He seemed to be dallying around, and trying not to be there. Maybe she should get up and open the door.

She was sitting on the floor, her back against the wall. She was so very cold.

She hadn't even wanted to use the blankets, they all smelled of them and it was to painful. But it was so cold, she couldn't bare it. She was now wrapped in a cocoon of blankets, still sitting on the floor.

Her migraine had worsened, every sound just made it thump harder. She wanted to die.

Finally she heard the faint, sweet knock. She should get up and open the door she knew, but her whole body ached and she didn't trust herself to stand.

"Come in." She mumbled loudly. She didn't know if he heard it, she could barely hear it and she said it. How come her heart beat was that loud? She'd never noticed it before.

He apparently did hear, because very slowly the door opened and his head peered around. He looked ready to dive back out should anything like a vase be thrown in his direction.

She tried to smile, but it came across as a grimace.

"Hey." Her voice hurt too. He looked very uncomfortable.

"Hello Syd. Sydney. I've come to get my stuff, you said I could, so I'll just get it and them I'll go and~" He took a proper look at her. "Are you okay?" Her feeble nod turned into a shake of the head halfway through.

"What's happening to me? Is it the senses thing?" She looked totally unhappy about being weak. The whole farce of this morning totally forgotten, he was by her side in an instant. He helped her up and steered her towards the bed. She realised what he was doing halfway there and stopped. "No, I can't get in the bed."

"Look," he tried to be rational, he totally understood her feelings about the bed. "You look as though you have the flu. You need to rest."

She looked pleadingly towards him. Feeling incredibly slow and unwell. Suddenly, being alone was the last thing she wanted.

"Will you stay with me?" She begged.

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Short, but I will get to the point soon, I promise.

Next chapter: The final box! (But not the final chapter)

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