AN: This is my first fan fiction stories, so be nice to me.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Relic Hunter.

Courage is Found in the Strangest Places

A lone figure sat up against the far wall in the cold, dark dungeon. The body shivered and coughed a horrible, wretched cough that shook his entire frame. The body seemed as though it required the support of the chains that held its raw wrists up just to keep from sinking to the hard floor.

The man that was held captive in the window-less, dirty cell was a young chap of his mid-twenties who would've normally looked quite neat and respectable. However, at the present he was bloody and bruised; his normally tidy auburn hair was matted with blood and it now stuck to his head where his temple was struck by the same golden scepter that he and his boss Sydney were hunting for. The man sighed for he remembered how he had gotten into this mess. The he sighed for he wondered how he would now get out of it.

3 days prior

Nigel Bailey sat slouched in his chair in the office of Professor Sydney Fox, who is otherwise known as the World-famous Relic Hunter Sydney Fox. The Englishman never could quite grasp the thought that he was the assistant to the famous treasure-hunter. In his heart, she was just Sydney, the exceptional history professor whose classes were so jam-packed that students had to sit on the floor. Though, there was no doubting her well-earned status when Nigel witnessed her in action. Sydney could take on anyone using either her magnificent strength or wit. He also was convinced whenever he would meet one of Sydney's "male friends" and they would regale him with a stupendous tale of how they met searching for a mysterious relic.

Though today, it was a quiet day and Nigel was content in reading a good mystery in the corner office. He would imagine himself in the detective's role, and in the end, he would heroically expose the murderer. It felt good to think that he, Nigel, could do something so heroic and maybe even death-defying, for Nigel usually wasn't as active and vital as Sydney was in bringing down a bad relic hunter or getting out of a jam. He wished that he could help Sydney more in her "work," but however he tried to, he always mad matters worse. Though, today was good; nothing out of the ordinary and no "being-chased-by-bad-guys." But, breaking the welcomed silence, Sydney rushed into the office and stopped by Nigel's desk just long enough to say...

"Nigel, get packed. We're heading for Paris."

Well, should I continue? Let me know. If you give me ideas, maybe I'll write them in! -KMSOrligirl