The four boxes by Emmylou
Disclaimer-I'm not sure who relic hunter belongs to, but I'm damn sure it's not me!
Archive; if you want it, take it, but just send an email so I can go look.
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.
Thank you: Gqlover2003, Reven Eid, jemma, Aryea and airefree051 for the reviews
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The icy air hit Sydney's lungs and for a few incomphensable seconds she was sure she was being frozen from the inside out. The sudden rush left her choking for more oxygen and as she was rewarded with a gurgle of acid coming up from her stomach.
She was dropped onto the ground hastily as she began to vomit, and despite her excellent reflexes it took her a full five minutes of clinging to the dull mud she was crouched on to fight off the initial feeling of nausea.
Then the most recent memories started to cling to the strands of her brain, giving a vague picture of what had gone on but very little else. Nigel, her, in a car, choking, blackness, cold air, vomit.
"Nggh" She groaned, trying to shake off the mental weakness in the hopes of regaining a little physical strength. Actually she felt like she had a hangover, only without the added fun of getting drunk first. Hoping that by regaining use of her dry and foul tasting mouth something useful might come out of it she gabbled the first thing to come to mind.
"Ngell" Ahh, so it seemed that consonants were fair game but vowels were a little too advanced for the minute.
"Here Syd." She heard his dry gasp a little way in front of her, and the sound of his retching and groaning did nothing to help her own.
It was quite a while before she registered the arms around her waste or the American accent in her ear firmly reminding her to breathe. She opened her eyes and through a haze of what seemed to be glue she saw a fist thumping Nigel on the back repeatedly.
"Hey!" She called out pathetically and started to wiggle in the apparently feminine arms.
"Well, she's awake at least." The British voice spoke softly, and in her fuzzy state she was proud to be able to identify that the voice was not Nigel's. "How are you feeling Ms. Fox?" The man had stopped thumping Nigel and was speaking to her now.
"I think 'ugh', 'ack' and, 'nghh' just about cover it." She mumbled.
"I'll see that,' a slightly primmer and wonderfully familiar voice called out "and raise you a sore knee."
That was the Nigel she knew, obviously feeling well enough to make a snarky comment. She pushed the arms away and scrambled towards him.
She took a look around to try and gather the mental processes need to figure out where they were. They were sitting, in Nigel's case collapsing, in a flowerbed. Nigel was leaning against what looked to be a brick wall. After some time she gathered that they were outside the shed they had been tied up in.
In figuring this out she got a good look at the faces of their rescuers.
"Mallory? Delores? How did you get here?"
"Same way you did. Only we were better at it." Delores smiled wanly. "I have to thank you for what you were trying to do. Not many people would risk their lives to help someone else, especially someone who stole from them. So I want to thank you."
"It's no problem." She helped Nigel take a swig of the water offered to him by Mallory. "We'd be awful people if we didn't want to help rescue Callum" She took a swig of the offered water at well.
A slightly puzzled look crossed Dolores' face.
"That is his name right?" Sydney offered. The moment of puzzlement seemed to pass.
"Yeah, sorry, misheard you then, thought you were talking about something else." She seemed to look the two over. "Look, why don't you two head home, you had an extremely close call tonight, if it hadn't been for you managing to get out of the car, we wouldn't have been able to move you in time. You're-"
"Whoa, wait a minute; we got out of the car? I don't remember that."
"We found you both lying on the ground, I assumed you couldn't get out in time, or you were too confused. Nigel? Did you manage to escape?" Mallory looked critically at the man who was still gagging silently.
Nigel seemed to become aware that all eyes were on him.
"I-I think so, I d-dunno, it was all dark! I just remember grabbing Sydney, they slipping, t-then something heavy falling on me, then w-waking up out here. I don't remember escaping! Or the heavy thing."
"That was Sydney." Mallory supplied.
"Hey!"
"Well it was, she was on top of you."
"Anyway." Dolores intoned meaningfully. "Neither of you are at your best, and we have what we came for, we can do the rest alone now. You'll get the box back by the end of the night." Sydney was already protesting. There was no way she was going to let this end without her, not after everything that had happened. She had got married because of these boxes, she had found love, she had been tied up, attacked and made to sing publicly. There was no way she was letting the final one out of her sight now. There was a little boy in trouble because of this box, a frightened little boy who had been snatched away from his parents, and she wasn't going to allow something to go wrong for his sake.
"No," She scrambled to her feet, Nigel obviously having the same thoughts as her, although with less success at the getting up part. "We'll see this through, you might need our help."
Mallory and Dolores were at a loss as to how to stop them, and were weakened by the fact that neither of them were used to saying no to Sydney when she wanted them to say yes. Although Dolores put up a damn good fight, every rebuke was met with a firm no, there was no way the relic hunters could be persuaded to go home.
Dolores and Mallory shared a look of part terror, part anger and Sydney pushed past them and climbed back into the Carbon Monoxide filled room with Nigel closely in tow.
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Really long authors notes today
'The trinity gazette' is a really cool Relic hunter website- it's got a truly awesome message board which really needs some more members. Since it won't allow me to post the link just go to google and type in 'trinity gazette' and 'relic hunter'
Also I have two bits of info to do with this story (both good)
Firstly- I have plotted out a sequel to this fanfic, (and have just completed the first chapter) which is why there was a delay in posting this chapter. Would you be interested? It will be called 'Barren Land' and will have our relic hunters trying to cope with five new people tagging along on a hunt to find a relic that could solve a problem that haunts thousands of women.
Here are some hints;
Nigel nearly loosing his job, a friend of Sydney's murdered, a depressed teenager and a funky priest.
Anyone interested in it?
Secondly- I have a challenge for you all.
You know that the chapters in this story start to get a little steamy around the second box (chapters 7-12) leaving plenty of room for a smutty NC-17 version...since my lack of age and experience prevent me from creating one myself, it is up to you, dear readers, to do it for me. You will of course get all the credit, all the praise, and best of all, all the fun of writing it.
Specifics
MUST be NSR
Can take place at any time between chapters 7-12, and can differ from the original as much as you like so long as you get them back in one piece by chappy 12. If you can fit in a scene in chapter sixteen (when they have enhanced senses) you get an extra cookie. If you can find some way to make it anything other than PWP, go ahead, how you'll do it is beyond me.
Extras
you must use two or more of these;
a thorn, an engagement ring, crushed ice, the song goodbye to you, a bottle of perfume, innocently ripped clothing, an aeroplane bathroom
Please please please let me have the fun of reading this, I hope you have as much fun creating this as I still do when I write the original
Anyway, thanks for reading, please review. I had a whole lot of trouble with this chapter, so I'd appreciate some comments
Disclaimer-I'm not sure who relic hunter belongs to, but I'm damn sure it's not me!
Archive; if you want it, take it, but just send an email so I can go look.
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.
Thank you: Gqlover2003, Reven Eid, jemma, Aryea and airefree051 for the reviews
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The icy air hit Sydney's lungs and for a few incomphensable seconds she was sure she was being frozen from the inside out. The sudden rush left her choking for more oxygen and as she was rewarded with a gurgle of acid coming up from her stomach.
She was dropped onto the ground hastily as she began to vomit, and despite her excellent reflexes it took her a full five minutes of clinging to the dull mud she was crouched on to fight off the initial feeling of nausea.
Then the most recent memories started to cling to the strands of her brain, giving a vague picture of what had gone on but very little else. Nigel, her, in a car, choking, blackness, cold air, vomit.
"Nggh" She groaned, trying to shake off the mental weakness in the hopes of regaining a little physical strength. Actually she felt like she had a hangover, only without the added fun of getting drunk first. Hoping that by regaining use of her dry and foul tasting mouth something useful might come out of it she gabbled the first thing to come to mind.
"Ngell" Ahh, so it seemed that consonants were fair game but vowels were a little too advanced for the minute.
"Here Syd." She heard his dry gasp a little way in front of her, and the sound of his retching and groaning did nothing to help her own.
It was quite a while before she registered the arms around her waste or the American accent in her ear firmly reminding her to breathe. She opened her eyes and through a haze of what seemed to be glue she saw a fist thumping Nigel on the back repeatedly.
"Hey!" She called out pathetically and started to wiggle in the apparently feminine arms.
"Well, she's awake at least." The British voice spoke softly, and in her fuzzy state she was proud to be able to identify that the voice was not Nigel's. "How are you feeling Ms. Fox?" The man had stopped thumping Nigel and was speaking to her now.
"I think 'ugh', 'ack' and, 'nghh' just about cover it." She mumbled.
"I'll see that,' a slightly primmer and wonderfully familiar voice called out "and raise you a sore knee."
That was the Nigel she knew, obviously feeling well enough to make a snarky comment. She pushed the arms away and scrambled towards him.
She took a look around to try and gather the mental processes need to figure out where they were. They were sitting, in Nigel's case collapsing, in a flowerbed. Nigel was leaning against what looked to be a brick wall. After some time she gathered that they were outside the shed they had been tied up in.
In figuring this out she got a good look at the faces of their rescuers.
"Mallory? Delores? How did you get here?"
"Same way you did. Only we were better at it." Delores smiled wanly. "I have to thank you for what you were trying to do. Not many people would risk their lives to help someone else, especially someone who stole from them. So I want to thank you."
"It's no problem." She helped Nigel take a swig of the water offered to him by Mallory. "We'd be awful people if we didn't want to help rescue Callum" She took a swig of the offered water at well.
A slightly puzzled look crossed Dolores' face.
"That is his name right?" Sydney offered. The moment of puzzlement seemed to pass.
"Yeah, sorry, misheard you then, thought you were talking about something else." She seemed to look the two over. "Look, why don't you two head home, you had an extremely close call tonight, if it hadn't been for you managing to get out of the car, we wouldn't have been able to move you in time. You're-"
"Whoa, wait a minute; we got out of the car? I don't remember that."
"We found you both lying on the ground, I assumed you couldn't get out in time, or you were too confused. Nigel? Did you manage to escape?" Mallory looked critically at the man who was still gagging silently.
Nigel seemed to become aware that all eyes were on him.
"I-I think so, I d-dunno, it was all dark! I just remember grabbing Sydney, they slipping, t-then something heavy falling on me, then w-waking up out here. I don't remember escaping! Or the heavy thing."
"That was Sydney." Mallory supplied.
"Hey!"
"Well it was, she was on top of you."
"Anyway." Dolores intoned meaningfully. "Neither of you are at your best, and we have what we came for, we can do the rest alone now. You'll get the box back by the end of the night." Sydney was already protesting. There was no way she was going to let this end without her, not after everything that had happened. She had got married because of these boxes, she had found love, she had been tied up, attacked and made to sing publicly. There was no way she was letting the final one out of her sight now. There was a little boy in trouble because of this box, a frightened little boy who had been snatched away from his parents, and she wasn't going to allow something to go wrong for his sake.
"No," She scrambled to her feet, Nigel obviously having the same thoughts as her, although with less success at the getting up part. "We'll see this through, you might need our help."
Mallory and Dolores were at a loss as to how to stop them, and were weakened by the fact that neither of them were used to saying no to Sydney when she wanted them to say yes. Although Dolores put up a damn good fight, every rebuke was met with a firm no, there was no way the relic hunters could be persuaded to go home.
Dolores and Mallory shared a look of part terror, part anger and Sydney pushed past them and climbed back into the Carbon Monoxide filled room with Nigel closely in tow.
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Really long authors notes today
'The trinity gazette' is a really cool Relic hunter website- it's got a truly awesome message board which really needs some more members. Since it won't allow me to post the link just go to google and type in 'trinity gazette' and 'relic hunter'
Also I have two bits of info to do with this story (both good)
Firstly- I have plotted out a sequel to this fanfic, (and have just completed the first chapter) which is why there was a delay in posting this chapter. Would you be interested? It will be called 'Barren Land' and will have our relic hunters trying to cope with five new people tagging along on a hunt to find a relic that could solve a problem that haunts thousands of women.
Here are some hints;
Nigel nearly loosing his job, a friend of Sydney's murdered, a depressed teenager and a funky priest.
Anyone interested in it?
Secondly- I have a challenge for you all.
You know that the chapters in this story start to get a little steamy around the second box (chapters 7-12) leaving plenty of room for a smutty NC-17 version...since my lack of age and experience prevent me from creating one myself, it is up to you, dear readers, to do it for me. You will of course get all the credit, all the praise, and best of all, all the fun of writing it.
Specifics
MUST be NSR
Can take place at any time between chapters 7-12, and can differ from the original as much as you like so long as you get them back in one piece by chappy 12. If you can fit in a scene in chapter sixteen (when they have enhanced senses) you get an extra cookie. If you can find some way to make it anything other than PWP, go ahead, how you'll do it is beyond me.
Extras
you must use two or more of these;
a thorn, an engagement ring, crushed ice, the song goodbye to you, a bottle of perfume, innocently ripped clothing, an aeroplane bathroom
Please please please let me have the fun of reading this, I hope you have as much fun creating this as I still do when I write the original
Anyway, thanks for reading, please review. I had a whole lot of trouble with this chapter, so I'd appreciate some comments
