A/N: Again, it's gonna be a little choppy, sorry. It's either that, or I join it all together by writing about every minute of every day where nothing interesting happens lol and that sounds like a lot of work to create something quite boring.

The lease on their new apartment was officially signed, and the moving truck booked for Buck's next day off. She was feeling a little overwhelmed – it was a bit of a whirlwind of change this week – but mostly she was excited. Moving day felt like the first page in the next chapter of her life, and she was optimistic about that. She had been stagnant for a long time, and she needed to move forward. Her previous landlord hadn't been thrilled to find out she was leaving, but she had to do what was best for her, and staying there wasn't it.

"It's too bad I have to give so much notice on my lease," she sighed, "it would have helped a lot with first and last for this place if I wasn't going to lose my last on the place I have now.

"You sure you can't get it back?" he asked. "You've been there for a really long time and you've always been a good tenant."

"Oh I'm sure. She made it very clear when I told her I was leaving that I wasn't giving enough notice and she would be keeping it. I don't know why, but she doesn't seem to like me very much. Never has."

"Want me to try?"

She shrugged. "You can if you want. Can't hurt I suppose. Maybe she'll like you better than me."

"If I leave now, I should have time to stop in there before I go to work."

"Well, good luck then," she kissed him softly, "because you're going to need it."

Abby did her best to keep busy while Buck was at work. She had a mountain of laundry to tackle from her trip and a couple of errands to run, so that would help. Once she had a load in both the washer and dryer, she went to the paint store to grab some colour swatches for them to go through. They already had permission to paint at the new place, and the yellow living room had to go pronto. She also wanted to do the bedroom, just to personalize their space a little bit. After putting in the next load of laundry, she then had to make the drive across town. Buck had insisted she sign up for Facebook and she had to admit, it had its merits. She found someone who had recently moved and was looking to clear out their moving boxes, so she had arranged to pick them up this afternoon.

Laundry finished, she started putting away the items she would need in the next couple days and boxing up the ones she wouldn't. She wasn't sure how productive she would end up being when it came time to box up the rest of her life at her old apartment – she had the distinct feeling she might spend more time crying and dwelling over what to bring and what to toss than actually packing any of it – so she at least wanted to be productive where she could. She was just taping up a box when she heard the front door open, so wandered out of the bedroom to meet Buck.

"Hey, food's here," he said, holding up a bag.

"What did you get?"

"I went by that Thai place you like."

"Mm sounds good." She took the bag and kissed him before heading to the kitchen to get plates.

He kicked off his shoes and followed her. "By the way, I got your landlord to change her mind."

"Really?" She couldn't believe it; the woman had been seriously pissed when she talked to her.

"Yep, it was easy."

She narrowed her eyes. "What did you do?"

He smiled sheepishly. "Well, it's not so much what I did, as what I agreed to do."

"And what is that?"

"I… uh… may have agreed to go to senior prom with her daughter."

She couldn't help herself and burst out laughing.

"Come on, it's not that funny."

"Oh, it so is though!" she choked out between laughs.

"What? I just have to take some pictures and dance a bit, right? That's not so bad."

"Just out of curiosity, when you were in high school, did you look like you do now?"

"Well, I mean, except for some zits, my face is mostly the same. I was definitely scrawnier though. Why?"

She tried not to laugh even harder at his confused look. "I think you're seriously underestimating what it'll be like to be you now in a room full of high school girls."

"Sadly for them, I'm already spoken for," he said, looping his arms around her waist.

"I don't think they're going to mind so much."

"Well I will. And just remember, when you're laughing at my misery all night, that I did this for you."

She smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. "Don't worry, I'll make it up to you."

"You're sure you don't mind?" she asked him for what was probably the tenth time.

"I'm sure," Buck insisted. "You go to the new place and start mapping out where you want everything, and we'll meet you there."

Moving day was upon them, and she was feeling more than a little guilty that she wasn't going to the old apartment to help box things up. When she had told Buck that she wasn't sure how she felt about going in there to pack up, he of course understood and told her not to worry about it. But she was really good at worrying, and not so good at turning it off.

"I just feel bad, leaving you to do all the work."

"You're not; Bobby and Chim are coming, and Bobby said Athena would come too if she could. So I'll have lots of help."

"I know. I just feel like I'm not pulling my weight."

"You'll help us unload when we get there, and someone has to figure out where to put everything."

"I guess," she sighed.

He took her in his arms and kissed her softly. "It's fine, stop stressing about it."

"Promise me something?"

"Anything."

"Make sure you pack up the stuff in the bedroom. I don't think either of us wants your friends to stumble on the bottom drawer of the nightstand."

"Good call, that might be a little awkward. I'll take the bedroom."

"And don't forget to label the boxes with what room they go to. There should be a sharpie or two in that drawer in the kitchen."

"Got it."

"And if Athena comes, have her pack the dishes please. No offense, but I'd feel better if she did the breakable stuff."

"This sounds a lot like you stressing about it."

"Okay, okay," she conceded, "I'll stop. I trust you."

He kissed her one more time. "I'll text you when we're leaving with the truck."

A/N: The bottom drawer is gonna be up to your imaginations for now, maybe I'll resurrect it in a different fic ;). I think I'm gonna stick with just the epilogue left. As much as I like this fic, I feel like it's ran its course and it's time to move on.