The 4 boxes.

Disclaimer-I'm not sure who relic hunter belongs to, but I'm damn sure it's not me! The song, I'm under your spell belongs to Joss Whedon.

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: crazysnakechick5 for reviewing.

Okay, this may be quite weird, but I think I know what I'm doing, sorry for not updating as often as I should have.

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"Well, that was easy." Sydney managed to roll over enough to see the box, it hadn't been there before, she would have noticed. "Makes you wonder how bad the next ones going to be."

"If it's anything like the last one, I'm giving up." He muttered bitterly. "It's got to be worse that enhanced senses, it's the last one. Why do I get the feeling this one's going to go out with a bang?" He paused. "On the plus side, my head feels better." Nigel still hadn't moved. He had his eyes shut as though wishing the headache away.

Sydney could sympathise, the room had stopped swimming, but her head didn't feel good. Unfortunately, the find hadn't made her flu go away, her throat still felt scratchy and her nose ached. She hoped it was just a twenty-four hours thing.

She also vaguely hoped that the effects would be pretty bad, if things were back to normal-or normalish- that would mean that they'd have to have the marriage talk.

"I think I might be able to stand up." She said in a small voice, as though the option of standing was a distant dream, which in had been ten minutes ago. Her body felt heavy, but she managed to shuffle to a sitting position.

"As nice as the 'not feeling awful' feeling is, what happens now? We can't go back, we're a box missing." Right now Sydney was in the middle of feeling great, or at least, her brain hurt less, and with one thing and another she hadn't really thought about what would happen when they'd found the last one.

"Um," She mumbled. "They said they were going to make us by it back. At least, I think so, we were a little-stuck-at the time."

He blushed.

"Well, if it's anything like the enhanced senses, they can have the number to my bank account." He said.

She laughed a little at that.

"Yeah, mine too." She moved to stand, but a wave of dizziness pushed her back onto the bed. "Unggh. My head." She groaned.

His arms moved around her waist, helping her to sit up again.

"Hasn't it worn off totally yet? Mine has."

"I think it's the flu. But I feel better than I did, that's for sure." She tried to think of some sort of plan, one that didn't involve too much research, which she didn't think her brain could handle right now. "Okay, why don't we go to the police, tell them about the thieves, maybe they can get in touch with the Italian police too."

"Yeah, it's about the only plan we've got. Well, I'm just going to get changed into something, err, better." He blushed again and all but dived out of the room.

Yep, he was feeling better. She had no doubt that in half an hour he would have difficulty even looking at her without blushing. With the events of the last day, they had put the 'sleeping together while under magical influence' thing behind them. Not because they were over it, but more because being alone while feeling like that was terrifying, even for her.

But now things were normal again. She was the boss; he was the assistant, like everything was meant to be. They were no longer lovers, and the friendship was still there, but not a priority. How it was meant to be.

So why did she feel more lonely than ever?

No. She had to stop thinking like that. Her loving him was the last thing he needed right now, He was obviously mortified and upset, bringing it up and forcing him to examine feelings would push him further away.

So no, she wouldn't mention it unless he did, and hopefully that, rather pleasant, few hours of her life could be put behind them.

She moved to the wardrobe and started going through the contents. Mostly there was just relic hunting gear, casual clothes that she could move about in, there was some lighter stuff, as well as a few elegant dresses that often came in handy. She hadn't really packed for her needs on this particular trip, but then, she hadn't expected to spend a half of it in bed.

She decided on a light dress that was nice enough for the weather. Unsurprisingly, the 'end of the world' heat she had been experiencing was actually pleasant sunshine. The dress was white with a brown pattern so light it was almost pink, there were wrist length sleeves, but they were made from a mesh-y fabric so she wouldn't be too hot.

After a shower, a lot of paracetamols, and doing her hair, she felt a lot better, a lot more like her usual organised self. She phoned Claudia, asking how she was and telling her that they'd be here for a few more days. By the end of the call she heard Nigel knocking on the door.

"Okay, bye Claudia, yes, we'll be fine, okay, bye." She put down the phone. "Come in!" Nigel stepped in wearing a blue shirt and casual trousers and looking a lot less rumpled.

"Hello, you look better." He smiled, blushing again. "Um, I checked where the nearest police station was, I guess we should go, we'd get paid more attention if we went in person." He leaned against the door as she grabbed her bag.

"Where is it?" Nigel seemed lost in thought.

"Hmm? Oh, it's just through the park. Not far. Are you sure you're up to it? I mean I can go if you'd like and judging by that glare you do want to go and I shouldn't be questioning whether you're up to it so I'll just shut up and shall we go?" He babbled awkwardly at her glare.

"Yes, let's go." She linked her arm through his and they started to walk. A few people on the way down that had seen them while under the lust spell smirked in their direction. Nigel had his gaze firmly locked on the floor. Sydney turned suddenly to face him and began sorting out his collar absentmindedly. When she was done she raised his head by the chin, her wedding ring, which she'd put on again, glinted in the light.

"Don't worry; they're just jealous because no-one will ever want them that much." She murmured. The blush remained on his face, but he looked a little more comfortable about it all. She fiddled with his collar again, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, smiled pleasantly at the staring man, before steering the shocked beyond belief Nigel out of the door. She was absolutely sure all the blood in his body had gathered in his face.

Thankfully by the time they reached the park he had got over the shock and was back to his usual colour.

The park was lovely, a heaven for all those in love. Gravel pathways unmarred by litter were scattered around the green grass, flowers, both professionally planted and naturally there, surrounded them. There was a stream, which led to a small artificial lake that was none-the-less lovely.

People were everywhere, couples picnicked (and in quite a few cases, made out) on the grass. New parents pushing prams with lacy parasols attached, walked around or sat playing with their children. Older people sat on benches, families walked dogs, it was just a nice place to be, relaxing and not too crowded.

Although it was not busy they walked away from where most people were to the stream area, where there was only one person, a man walking a dog.

They stopped over the bridge and the man walked on past them. For a while they stood, leaning against the side and looking down at the water.

"God, that water looks refreshing. I could just jump in in this heat." Sydney nodded in agreement at what he'd said. The water did look nice, and though it wasn't stifling hot, it still sounded like a good idea.

"Yeah." A light-bulb appeared in her mind. "In fact that's a great idea!" With a fluid move she was up and standing on the side on the bridge. If she fell she wouldn't fall more than a few feet, but she would get very wet and probably into trouble. She stood beaming at him, her arms out to the side balancing her.

He had his mouth open in shock, wondering just where it was all going.

From the red colour he was going, he was also aware of the fact that everyone who could see her was staring at them.

"What are you doin-" The mirth in his voice overtook the embarrassment on his face. He was obviously trying not to laugh.

"Here are my demands!" She shouted to the world in general. "If I do not get them, I will jump to my watery-" She looked at the small, and by no means menacing, stream, "-bath." She finished lamely. She heard Nigel's snort behind her. "Two enormous bowls of ice cream, two glasses of lemonade, loads of ice, ooh! And one of those portable whirly fan thingies, make that two." A few more people were staring at them.

"Don't worry; she always forgets to pack her medication." He called to them. "I take her straight to get some more." They chuckled and slowly moved off, leaving them alone again.

"Ha! Success." She giggled. "My aim is achieved." He frowned.

"What aim?" She jumped off the side and back onto the bridge with a large amount of ceremony. "I don't see any ice cream." She placed her hands on his shoulders, bringing them into a semi embrace.

"To bring you out of yourself. I lov- I mean- adore you when your in a mood like this. You don't need to be so shy all the time. Look at when you called out to these people just now, there was no stammering or shyness, you were just lovely you." She beamed again. He chuckled.

"Married for less than a day and you're already changing me." She laughed again, feeling remarkably relaxed and happy. Suddenly Relic hunts and problems seemed a long way away.

"Yeah, well, I just wish other people than me and Claudia could see you when you're like this. I want them to see what I see in you."

"I know what they'd see in me though."

"What." She murmured. Their lips were millimetres apart.

"You."

Before either could change their mind, they leaned in for one of the sweetest kisses ever. Not passionate or desperate like before, not shy or uncomfortable, just a sweet and gentle kiss on the lips. Both pulled back, she had no doubt she was a little red, but it would take a long time to get rid of the smile the kiss had caused her.

Nigel looked similarly dazed, as though he was totally beyond happiness and into heaven.

Suddenly he frowned, as though trying to work something out. He smile faded, wondering what could be wrong.

"I lived my life in shadow

Never the sun on my face" A gentle guitar music provided background for the gentle beginning of the song. She had no idea where the music came from, but she really didn't care. Nigel was singing to her, and he was singing well. Her brain told her to stop thinking and enjoy the moment, after all, it's not everyday a girl get serenaded.

"It didn't seem so sad though

I figured that was my place"

As he moved onto the next line, a glow of seemingly light glittered onto his face.

"Now I'm bathed in light

Something just isn't right

I'm under your spell

How else could it be

Anyone would notice me?"

He moved to the edge of the bridge, giving her what could only be described as a smouldering look. Girl power be damned she just wanted to be swept off her feet.

"It's magic I can tell

How you've set me free

Brought me out so easily"

He took her hand and they walked along to path to were the lake was, the walked past people, but no-one paid them any attention. She found that surprising. A singing man, walking past, serenading someone with unseen accompaniment should get some raised eyebrows, but she really didn't care.

"I saw a world enchanted

Spirits and charms in the air"

He lifted his arm allowing her to spin around, she didn't know why she knew what to do, but who was she to ruin a moment?

"I always took for granted

I was the only one there

But your power shone

Brighter than any I've known"

As the last word was drawn out he placed and arm around her waist, and she put one of hers on his shoulder. As soon as the chorus started up again, they started a fast waltz in front of the lake, and still no-one paid them any attention.

"I'm under your spell

Nothing I can do

You just took my soul with you

You worked your charm so well

Finally I knew

Everything I dreamed was true

You make me believe"

As the final word of the song was drawn out for five seconds and the choir of unseen singers started humming, they started to spin around, arms around each others waist. It was like something out of a better class of musicals.

She'd never appreciated them before now, but she was seeing them in a whole new light.

As the music stopped and the sounds of the park returned, they stood, breathless and a little shocked.

"Wow." She whispered, and before he could do anything else, she kissed him.

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Okay, cheesy yes. Rubbish? That's up to you; I won't know what you think unless you click that button! This is NOT the last chapter, there will be a few more.

I'm sorry if they acted out of character, but I wanted to show a more fun side, because most of the recent stuff has been boring and depressing.

Some of you may recognise the song. Most people who watch Buffy will. It was taken from the musical episode, which you can tell I've kinda stolen the idea from. The song is called 'I'm under your spell' it was written by Joss Whedon and sung by Amber Benson (aka Tara) In the story she sung it to Willow, but whenever I hear it I think of Nigel(Yes, I know he's a boy and it's a girls song but it's my story). If you look around on the web you'll probably be able to download it or at least hear it. It's a great song so it'll be worth the effort. Or you could be lazy like me and by the album!

Anyway, thanks for reading, please review! I only need one more and then I'm up to forty reviews! So please, please click the button. Not that writing should be about begging for reviews, but still, I like to know I'm appreciated.