Disclaimer: The characters of Sydney and Nigel are borrowed from the television show Relic Hunter. No copyright infringement intended story purely for entertainment purposes only.

I wanted to say I'm sorry to my readers for taking so very long to post to this story again. Real Life has been hectic for a while and I have let this story fall by the wayside. I'm trying to work my way through a very bad case of writers block and hope to resume this story again in the near future. I will be posting chapters that I had already written before the others things happened.

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Sydney's constant popcorn hoarding and commentary on Indy's relic hunting abilities and gorgeous body was more than Nigel could stand. He pretended not to care and waited for the perfect moment to make his move. Nigel didn't have to wait long and with lighting reflexes he stole the bowl away from Sydney and was off the couch before she had a chance to steel it back.

"Hey!" Sydney was on her feet and slowly advancing on Nigel "Give me back the popcorn and I promise not to hurt you."

"NO!" Nigel wicked grin was soon mirrored by the one starting to form on Sydney's face.

"Give me back the popcorn." Her voice was low and dangerous.

Nigel shook his head, turned and bolted down the hallway spilling popcorn on the way with Sydney hot on his heels.

He took a left into the open doorway that led to their bedroom, and as he turned around he saw Sydney enter and close and lock the door behind her.

"No where to run Nigel, no where to hide."

He backed up into the bed with the much coveted bowl of popcorn behind his back.

Sydney pounced and after a short struggle came up triumphant holding her prize in her hands. She placed it on the nightstand, before pushing Nigel onto the bed and claiming her true treasure.

After a long night of lovemaking they fell asleep in the comfort of each others arms.

Nigel's dreams were strange mixture of his life with Sydney, and of the family he had lost so long ago. As a new dream started, he felt as if he had been transported back in time to when he just a small child and still felt safe and secure in his parents love.

Nigel looked up into his father's eyes, they were the same as his, but with just a little glint of mischief in them. They eyed each other, swords drawn, waiting, watching, hoping the other would flinch first. His father drew closer, and closer, and Nigel felt his anticipation grow with every step. They were only inches apart now and Nigel watched as his father's face contorted into silly faces. He did everything he could not to laugh, but it was a losing battle.

His father saw his chance and took it. lunging at Nigel and missing. Nigel quickly scooted out of the way and started to run down the hallway, unable to control his fits of laughter.

Nigel rounded the corner and headed toward the stairway with his father in hot pursuit. Spotting his mother coming down the stairs, Nigel stopped abruptly and heard his father come to a skidding halt behind him.

"What have I told you two about running around in the house?" She finished coming down the stairs to stand in front of the both of them.

Nigel bowed his head, sneaking a stealthy glance at his father, and saw him doing the same thing.

"Were just having fun darling."

"That what you said last time Andrew, and as I seem to recall one of my favorite lamps ended up in a thousand pieces."

Nigel watched as his father went over to his mother. "I promise I'll be more careful this time."

"All right then."

Nigel made a face as his parents kissed. They always seemed to be doing that. His mother came over to him, and bent down giving him a quick kiss on the top of his head.

"Go on, my little knight before I change my mind."

"Thank you Mummy." and with that Nigel started to climb the stairs as fast as he could.

No matter how fast Nigel's little legs carried him up the stairs, it wasn't fast enough. He only made it two steps from the top stair before he felt he father's arms wrapped around him and lifted him up.

"Got you! There is no escape for you now, Sir Nigel the Brave."

Nigel squirmed and start to laugh as his father started to tickle him relentlessly.

"There is only one effective means of torture for a knight of your caliber. The Cave of Ages."

Nigel's excitement grew as they drew closer to the wall sized tapestry on the hallway wall. His father had placed it there over a small walk in closet, that had now become their exclusive play area, filled with books, maps, puzzles and the like. Nigel spent many hour plotting adventures, listening to his father tell him stories about Knights, Dragons, and British folklore just to name a few. As they reached the tapestry, his father pulled aside one corner, and opened the door.

"I have a surprise for you."

Nigel's eye lit up as he watched his father reach up and withdraw a stone tablet from one the many shelves in the room. His father sat down on the floor, and Nigel quickly went over to him. His father pulled him into his lap and placed the tablet in front of him.

"That's the mighty Knight St. Gabriel battling the demon Belial."

Nigel leaned back into his father's embrace while he ran his small hand over the tablet, listening to his father tell him the story again about the legendary battle.

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Nigel suddenly felt cold as his now open eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room. He looked over at Sydney and saw that she had stolen the covers again , practically mummifying herself in the process. Sighing to himself, he got up out of bed and grabbed his robe. He throat felt parched and he headed into the kitchen to get some water. As Nigel went out into the hallway, he laughed to himself as he followed the popcorn trail back into the living room. In their fun earlier, they had neglected to turn off the telly and put the tape up. After quickly taking care of the oversight he headed into kitchen and got a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. Nigel glanced over at the clock on the microwave. It was only 3:30 am. He finished his water, and as he was heading over towards the recycle bin to throw away his now empty water bottle , he happened to glance out the kitchen window.

The bottle slipped from his hand and bounced along the kitchen floor. Nigel quickly went to the window, not believing his own eyes. Sitting in the moonlight filtering down through the tree limbs was a wolf, no more precisely a white wolf. Nigel blinked his eyes, he had to be seeing things, there are no wolves here, let alone Arctic white wolves. As Nigel looked again at the magnificent creature, he felt the hair on the back his of neck stand on end. It was as if the wolf was staring right into his very soul.