New beginnings.

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Continued from here.

New York City, 5 weeks later...

Wesley was sitting in a patch of sunshine on a small rug in the living room of their new apartment and sorting through a box of assorted things, none of which appeared to have any relation to the others. It was as if the moving crew that had ended up doing nearly all of their packing for them had walked randomly through the old flat, choosing one or two things from each room. He was now trying to sort them into piles based on where they ought to end up. Without looking, he reached into the box again, this time bringing out a handful of take-away menus that were clearly going to be of no use in New York.

"Were the movers completely mad?" he called to Spike.

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Spike heard Wesley moving but clenched his jaw and forced himself to stay where he was. He was supposed to be worrying less about him, or at least showing it less, and Wesley obviously wasn't doing much.

Leaving the folders where they were, he set the caddy on the desk before bending down to investigate another box. "Maybe they were trying to drive us mad," he said, pulling out Wesley's tea kettle from where it rested on top of some books.

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"Quite possibly," Wesley said. It seemed unfair to complain too much, considering Angel had organized a great deal of the move for them, including the new necro-tempered glass that had only been installed the day before.

He turned back to the box he'd been emptying and took out some hand towels that should have been packed with the bathroom things, not that he'd missed them yet. "Oh, I found part of the first aid kit," he called. "Although the other half is mysteriously missing."

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"It's probably in the toaster, each bit of sticking plaster individually wrapped in that bubble stuff." Spike moved the box of books into the pile for Wesley to deal with later. If Spike had anything to say about it, it would be much later, when the weight of books wouldn't be a problem, which is why he had offered to unpack the office, even if everything in it was Wesley's.

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Abandoning the rest of the current box, which seemed to contain loose papers that he could sort through later, Wesley turned to another box and tore the tape from the top of it, folding the long strip into a neat but not particularly round ball. "No, I used the toaster last night," he said. "When you were out. It doesn't contain anything but toast crumbs at this point."

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"The microwave, then," Spike said, opening up the next box without much enthusiasm. "No, I've used that. We'll just have to keep out of harm's way until it turns up." Which means I'll have to hide it if I find it, he added silently.

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"It must be here somewhere," Wesley said. "All of it must be. The old apartment was empty when we left, after all."

He opened the box he'd just untaped and discovered that it contained one very large blanket, and nothing else.

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"Doesn't mean the movers didn't keep some of the boxes for themselves." A horrible thought occured to Spike, and he looked up from his unpacking. "You don't think they've got the other game controller, do you?"

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"If they do, we'll buy another one," Wesley called, taking the blanket out of the box and tossing it onto the sofa. He got up and moved to a stack of boxes that was against the wall, grabbing onto the top one and then nearly dropping it when it was much heavier than he'd expected it to be. He swore under his breath.