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Toby and Happy had been dating for a little over six months, officially. Happy had recently gotten into the habit of calling Toby hers. She had even told an overbearing woman on a mission to back off her boyfriend. The woman obliged, most likely because Happy was holding a terrifying looking hammer. That night, Toby had almost exactly quoted her, telling her when she put that woman in her place it was hot. She laughed at that, remembering their first kiss. As she fell asleep with her head resting on his chest and their legs intertwined, she finally realized Toby wasn't going anywhere.

A few weeks after, Happy pulled the psychiatrist into her workshop. He looked at her in confusion until she finally spoke. "Tobywillyoumoveinwithme?" She rushed out in a jumble of words. "I mean it's more convenient since you spend the night at my place all the time and if I moved in with you I'd have to take all my tools and…" He cut her off with a kiss.

"Yes. I'll move in with you." She smiled and kissed him again.

"Really?" He nodded.

"I'll start packing my bags tonight if you want." She smiled brighter and pulled him in by his shirt collar to another kiss. That night, Toby called his landlord to tell him he was moving out with the biggest smile on his face.

Two days later, Toby was trying to get his boxes into his truck. Happy came out from his apartment with another box in her arms. He grinned at her. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Yes because tonight we will be sleeping in our bed." She replied as she pushed another box into the bed of his truck. He kissed her quickly before running to get the last box. They drove to her, now their, apartment with the windows down and the radio blasting Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz. She smiled as he rested his hand on her thigh, the other hand on the wheel. For once, something, make that someone, was wholly and completely hers. She finally wasn't afraid of being abandoned by someone she loved and who loved her. As they pulled up to her apartment, her stomach got butterflies. This was their apartment now. She wasn't alone anymore. She smiled and kissed Toby quickly before going to open the door. He grabbed a box from the truck and started carrying his stuff inside. It took twenty minutes for the two of them to bring all of his boxes inside. She connected her iPod to the Bluetooth speaker and blasted music as they unpacked. Tainted Love by Soft Cell started playing, and she was happy enough to start dancing around the apartment as she put away his many volumes of medical journals. He smiled as she took his hand to make him dance along with her. He spun her around the living room as she laughed. After the song ended, it shifted into Never Stop by SafetySuit. Toby pulled her closer and started slow dancing with her. Just like their first dance, she rested her cheek against his chest and closed her eyes happily. His arms wrapped around her waist and held her gently to him. The song ended and Happy pulled away, grinning. "Back to unpacking." She said. He winked.

"Yes ma'am."

A few hours later, Happy and Toby sat on the couch with beers and pizza on the way. Her legs were across his lap as they looked around their apartment.

"Not bad huh?" He asked. She looked over at him, grinning.

"Well now I'm glad I have a two bedroom apartment. I don't know where we would have put all your books if that room weren't there." She teased. They had carried at least four boxes of books and medical journals into her apartment, all of which were now housed in a bookshelf in their shared office. "Does it feel like home yet?"

"It always has." She looked at him questioningly. "Because you're here. I realized this a while ago. You're my home." She smiled, set her beer down, swung her legs off of his lap, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You're my home too."

Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz is the song from the Quintis kiss in the end of Season 1 Episode 18 (Once Bitten, Twice Die). Tell me what y'all think. It honestly makes my day when I get that lovely email from FanFiction. :) oxoxo Em