Title: Finding Home
Pairings: McKenzie/Brady, Lela/Tanner, Giggles/Butchy
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own these characters. Simply the plot :)
Author's Note: So I started writing this story back when the movie came out in 2013, but life got busy so I stopped. After seeing Teen Beach 2 and re-reading what I had already written, I all of sudden had inspiration again and was able to write. In my version of events Teen Beach 2 never happened and the characters of Alyssa, Devon and Spencer (though I love them) don't exist. Please read and review!

Brady smiled to himself as he walked the familiar route to his girlfriend's house which doubled for the local surf shop. Arriving at Big Poppa's Surf Shop he chuckled, recognising the obvious connection to Mack's Grandfather's favourite film before letting himself in. Almost immediately he was greeted by McKenzie with a kiss and pulled into the sitting room where he could see the end of Wet Side Story paused on the TV.

"I thought you hated this film?" he asked her playfully, knowing full well why she would never again hate the movie she had so often avoided in the past. Mack glared at him before taking the DVD out of the player.

"I couldn't stop thinking about them today," she said quietly as she placed the disc back into its case. "I just needed to see them again." Brady opened his arms and allowed her to snuggle into him. They had only returned from Wet Side Story a few days ago and Brady knew it had been hard on her. Mack had formed a close relationship with the movie's female lead before they'd left, the closest relationship she'd had to someone other than Brady or her family since her Mum died. Leaving had been hard on her.

"I've got an idea," said Brady pulling away from Mack. "Why don't we head down to the beach and surf for a bit? Surfing always takes your mind off of things." Mack smiled.

"I'll go grab my board." She turned and walked out of the room. Brady knew she was looking for the board that had taken her to Wet Side Story. It was because of that trip she hadn't been forced to go off with her Aunt Antoinette to attend a prestigious school she didn't really want to attend.

"You coming or not?" Brady turned to look at his girlfriend who was standing in the doorway clutching her surfboard. "Come on you can borrow one of Grandpa's boards." The two of them made their way out of the sitting room and towards where McKenzie's Grandfather kept his many surfboards.

After selecting his favourite, Brady challenged Mack to a race to the water. "You are so on!" she replied and took off without glancing back. Laughing, he chased after her. McKenzie laughed as she made her way to the front door. Knowing full well that her boyfriend would be able to catch up to her easily she opened the door, hoping to get out and to close it before he got anywhere near her.

"Mack!"

Mack froze in shock. Every time she had wished for these people to be standing on her porch, she never once thought it possible. She felt, rather than saw Brady skid to a stop alongside her. Reaching out she grasped her hand in his, in very much the same way she had the first time she'd set foot in Big Mama's.

"Aren't you happy to see us?" Mack opened her mouth only to close it without having actually said anything. Of course she was happy, but there were so many emotions coursing through her that she couldn't find the words to describe it. Luckily for her Brady was standing beside her.

"Tanner!" he said holding his hand out to greet the surfer. "How did you guys get here?"

"We ran into the ocean after you," Chee Chee piped up. Without saying a word Mack slipped her hand out of Brady's and retreated into the house.

"What's a matter with her?" asked Butchy.

"I'm not sure," replied Brady slowly. "Can you guys wait here for one second?" Without waiting for a reply he turned and followed after his girlfriend. "Mack?" he called once he was out of earshot of the Wet Side Story gang. "Mack?"

"In here!" Brady followed Mack's voice to where she was hiding in her bedroom.

"What are you doing in here?" he asked. "Aren't you happy to see everyone?" Mack stood up and began pacing back and forth.

"Of course I am Brady but what are we going to do? How did they even get here and how are we going to get them home? It's not like we have a lot of storms passing through here! It could be days or weeks or even months until the next one, I mean, what if they're stuck here for ages what will we do then? How will we help them blend in how-"

"Mack!" Brady grabbed Mack's shoulders forcing her to stop pacing and face him. "Will you stop worrying? Just be happy that your friends are here. We can discuss everything later."

"What about Grandpa? He knows the movie too well he'll know something's up!"

"Your Grandpa won't be back until tomorrow. We can worry about that then." Mack closed her eyes and rested her forehead against Brady's shoulder. Sometimes she wished things would go back to the way they used to be, before she and Brady had ever visited Wet Side Story. Then she would remember where she would have been if they hadn't gone and she was glad they'd visited.

"Now come on," said Brady as he lifted her chin. "We have some guests who are probably wondering what we're doing." Mack nodded and slipped her hand back into his. Together they exited the bedroom and made their way back to the front door where the Wet Side Story gang were waiting.

"What was all that about?" asked Struts as soon as they appeared. Mack smiled.

"Sorry guys. I remembered I'd left the oven on." Everyone stood in silence for a few seconds as they processed Mack's words. Before long Lela had broken into a huge smile and was squeezing Mack until she was gasping for air.

"Everyone inside!" called Brady who stepped back to allow the large group through. He counted them off in his head as they walked past. There was Lela and Tanner who were clutching each other's hands tightly. Butchy walked in after them, closely followed by Lugnut, Chee Chee and Struts, and finally Seacat and Giggles. Mack and Brady walked in after them and shut the door.

"Brady what are we going to do with them?" asked Mack as quietly as she could.

"I don't know Mack," he replied just as quietly. "I really don't." Hands still clasped, Mack and Brady left the hallway to join their friends from 1962 in the sitting room, ready for whatever it was the universe had in store for them.

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