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 promise' is sung by Stacie Orrico.
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: Kali Nayidnam, Beth, Jemma, GQlover2003, Blue Luna, Yuriko Tsukino, Razial, anime-alice, and sunflower18.
My apologies for the amount of time since the last update *blush* sooo much has been going on. Please read and review.
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Sleep had come to them quicker than either had expected. The alcohol seemed to have fused with the emotional exhaustion of the day and by the time they reached the bedroom both sets of eyelids were drooping.
Sydney stripped down to her slip, and, not having the energy to bother to find nightclothes, climbed into her side and succeeded in remaining awake long enough for Nigel, who had stripped down to his boxer-shorts and vest, to flop into his half. By the time the bed had stilled from his movements, both were fast asleep.
She was the first to wake in the morning; her body awoke slowly, her brain not bothering to rush its first task of getting her up to speed. Sydney's mind tried to remember the last time she had woken-up this pleasantly, without needing to get up, or rush off or have to deal with an emergency. She got a lot of pleasure from knowing that Nigel was next to her, he was dozing quite peacefully on his side, but the feeling of inner calm came solely from that rare feeling of not having anything to do. Everything else was just a lucky bonus.
Her mood, already good, was considerably improved by the discovery that the wine had had little to no effect on her this morning. The state of Nigel's head was another matter; she hoped he'd feel fine too. She wanted this mood to last.
"Ngghrr." The groan of her TA made her turn expectantly towards him; he was blinking at her fuzzily.
"The wine?" she murmured sympathetically. He looked puzzled for a second as if he was trying to get his brain into gear, which, she reminded herself, he probably was.
"No." He answered finally "Just comfy."
Yes, she decided, today was going to be a good day.
Neither had felt up to going downstairs for breakfast, so it had been ordered up to the room. The smaller tray now sat in between them, almost forgotten as they talked their way through the impromptu breakfast in bed.
"Have we got anything important to do today?" Nigel finally asked, obviously hoping that it would be taken as an idle question and not a hint that he wanted the morning to end, because getting out of bed was the last thing he wanted right now.
Syd wracked her brains, there was the flight back to the US this evening, but other than that the whole day stretched ahead of them. She shook her head and was delighted to hear a sigh of relief from Nigel.
"Seems sad that it's ending." She commented, "I would have loved to have stayed longer, it's not often you get to do the whole tourist thing. And it seemed nice to have a few days that we weren't putting our lives at risk too." Nigel was nodding emphatically to her comments.
"Maybe we could come back, have a holiday." Sydney really liked the idea of that and said so.
"Although, I'd prefer it when we get this whole 'bursting into song' thing under control." She added.
Soon the tray had been moved out of the way and they now lay facing each other, Sydney propped up on her arm and Nigel slumped against the pillows. The clock was ticking towards eleven o' clock and still neither made a move.
"What about our marriage?" She finally asked. The question came from out of the blue, and its bluntness caused Nigel, who had just finished an anecdote about a stunt involving, him, a penguin and some drunken fellow students at Oxford, to loose his train of thought.
"I don't see how a-a penguin figures into it." He mumbled lamely. Her eyes still bore into him, obviously waiting for a decent answer. "I-I want to stay married. To you." He felt the need to add.
"So do I." She answered. But the other worries were niggling at her. "But what about work? And our living situations? How would we explain everything? I mean, I love you, you love me, and as great as that sounds on paper, there's still all that other stuff." With every worry she voiced she sounded a little less confident, as if terrified that each comment would change Nigel's mind. She had never been married before, wasn't ready to give up on her first one. Although she couldn't imagine a better person to be married to than Nigel, she wasn't exactly used to couple-dom, it had been years since she had shared a living space with someone and suddenly becoming one half of a permanent 'couple' was daunting. That didn't mean she wouldn't put the effort in, if that's what it took to keep her first marriage, especially one to someone as close as Nigel, going.
"Well," Nigel answered finally, "we don't have to tell everyone straight- away. We could take some time to get used to it ourselves, maybe just forget about the marriage part u-until we're used to the dating bit. That way we can both get used to it, instead of giving up all independence immediately."
Sydney had to agree with the plan; it was the best way to do this. That way, if no-one knew about the marriage, they wouldn't be as pressured into acting like they were. It would also give proof later on that they could work just as well together as newlyweds as just when they were friends.
She lifted her head of her rapidly numbing arm and placed her head next to Nigel's on his pillow.
"I think I could cope with that, would you be okay with that arrangement?"
"Yes." He nodded firmly. "I think we both need to brush up on our giving and taking and all the other things that define a marriage."
They lifted their already nose to nose faces so that their lips brushed against each others, but pulled away as the familiar feeling of lyrical harmony washed over them. Strains of music floated into the room, so low that a normal person would have wanted to turn the volume up. It was so soft it was almost an echo, a strain of music that would be classed as something like a reprise in a musical. Syd smiled wanly and reached over to stroke the hair just above Nigel's ear, as one would to a sleepy child.
When they finally started to sing, it was without the drama and revelations of before, now it was as if they were just humming along to a radio, an active part, but not the most noticeable. Nose to nose, they sung the words softly, as though whispering in song.
"Will I be there when you call me in the middle of the night?
Will I keep the rain from falling down into your life?
I promise, I promise
I promise, I will."
Sighing as the magical music swirled away; they fell back into a peaceful slumber.
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Okay, so that was sappy, but I was in a sappy mood. I promise, next chapter there will be some real action.
Thank you to all those who waited patiently for me to get into gear and write this. I hope it was worth the wait.
Thank you for reading, please, please read and review.
Disclaimer-I'm not sure who relic hunter belongs to, but I'm damn sure it's not me! The song, 'I promise' is sung by Stacie Orrico.
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: Kali Nayidnam, Beth, Jemma, GQlover2003, Blue Luna, Yuriko Tsukino, Razial, anime-alice, and sunflower18.
My apologies for the amount of time since the last update *blush* sooo much has been going on. Please read and review.
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Sleep had come to them quicker than either had expected. The alcohol seemed to have fused with the emotional exhaustion of the day and by the time they reached the bedroom both sets of eyelids were drooping.
Sydney stripped down to her slip, and, not having the energy to bother to find nightclothes, climbed into her side and succeeded in remaining awake long enough for Nigel, who had stripped down to his boxer-shorts and vest, to flop into his half. By the time the bed had stilled from his movements, both were fast asleep.
She was the first to wake in the morning; her body awoke slowly, her brain not bothering to rush its first task of getting her up to speed. Sydney's mind tried to remember the last time she had woken-up this pleasantly, without needing to get up, or rush off or have to deal with an emergency. She got a lot of pleasure from knowing that Nigel was next to her, he was dozing quite peacefully on his side, but the feeling of inner calm came solely from that rare feeling of not having anything to do. Everything else was just a lucky bonus.
Her mood, already good, was considerably improved by the discovery that the wine had had little to no effect on her this morning. The state of Nigel's head was another matter; she hoped he'd feel fine too. She wanted this mood to last.
"Ngghrr." The groan of her TA made her turn expectantly towards him; he was blinking at her fuzzily.
"The wine?" she murmured sympathetically. He looked puzzled for a second as if he was trying to get his brain into gear, which, she reminded herself, he probably was.
"No." He answered finally "Just comfy."
Yes, she decided, today was going to be a good day.
Neither had felt up to going downstairs for breakfast, so it had been ordered up to the room. The smaller tray now sat in between them, almost forgotten as they talked their way through the impromptu breakfast in bed.
"Have we got anything important to do today?" Nigel finally asked, obviously hoping that it would be taken as an idle question and not a hint that he wanted the morning to end, because getting out of bed was the last thing he wanted right now.
Syd wracked her brains, there was the flight back to the US this evening, but other than that the whole day stretched ahead of them. She shook her head and was delighted to hear a sigh of relief from Nigel.
"Seems sad that it's ending." She commented, "I would have loved to have stayed longer, it's not often you get to do the whole tourist thing. And it seemed nice to have a few days that we weren't putting our lives at risk too." Nigel was nodding emphatically to her comments.
"Maybe we could come back, have a holiday." Sydney really liked the idea of that and said so.
"Although, I'd prefer it when we get this whole 'bursting into song' thing under control." She added.
Soon the tray had been moved out of the way and they now lay facing each other, Sydney propped up on her arm and Nigel slumped against the pillows. The clock was ticking towards eleven o' clock and still neither made a move.
"What about our marriage?" She finally asked. The question came from out of the blue, and its bluntness caused Nigel, who had just finished an anecdote about a stunt involving, him, a penguin and some drunken fellow students at Oxford, to loose his train of thought.
"I don't see how a-a penguin figures into it." He mumbled lamely. Her eyes still bore into him, obviously waiting for a decent answer. "I-I want to stay married. To you." He felt the need to add.
"So do I." She answered. But the other worries were niggling at her. "But what about work? And our living situations? How would we explain everything? I mean, I love you, you love me, and as great as that sounds on paper, there's still all that other stuff." With every worry she voiced she sounded a little less confident, as if terrified that each comment would change Nigel's mind. She had never been married before, wasn't ready to give up on her first one. Although she couldn't imagine a better person to be married to than Nigel, she wasn't exactly used to couple-dom, it had been years since she had shared a living space with someone and suddenly becoming one half of a permanent 'couple' was daunting. That didn't mean she wouldn't put the effort in, if that's what it took to keep her first marriage, especially one to someone as close as Nigel, going.
"Well," Nigel answered finally, "we don't have to tell everyone straight- away. We could take some time to get used to it ourselves, maybe just forget about the marriage part u-until we're used to the dating bit. That way we can both get used to it, instead of giving up all independence immediately."
Sydney had to agree with the plan; it was the best way to do this. That way, if no-one knew about the marriage, they wouldn't be as pressured into acting like they were. It would also give proof later on that they could work just as well together as newlyweds as just when they were friends.
She lifted her head of her rapidly numbing arm and placed her head next to Nigel's on his pillow.
"I think I could cope with that, would you be okay with that arrangement?"
"Yes." He nodded firmly. "I think we both need to brush up on our giving and taking and all the other things that define a marriage."
They lifted their already nose to nose faces so that their lips brushed against each others, but pulled away as the familiar feeling of lyrical harmony washed over them. Strains of music floated into the room, so low that a normal person would have wanted to turn the volume up. It was so soft it was almost an echo, a strain of music that would be classed as something like a reprise in a musical. Syd smiled wanly and reached over to stroke the hair just above Nigel's ear, as one would to a sleepy child.
When they finally started to sing, it was without the drama and revelations of before, now it was as if they were just humming along to a radio, an active part, but not the most noticeable. Nose to nose, they sung the words softly, as though whispering in song.
"Will I be there when you call me in the middle of the night?
Will I keep the rain from falling down into your life?
I promise, I promise
I promise, I will."
Sighing as the magical music swirled away; they fell back into a peaceful slumber.
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Okay, so that was sappy, but I was in a sappy mood. I promise, next chapter there will be some real action.
Thank you to all those who waited patiently for me to get into gear and write this. I hope it was worth the wait.
Thank you for reading, please, please read and review.
