The call at the station had made his heart jump to his throat. Mikoto and he had agreement, she would never call him at work unless it was an emergency. When he had asked her on the phone what was wrong, and she refused to tell him he knew it must have been bad. The most she said was, "not on the phone but you need to come home now." His imagination instantly going wild, Fugaku asked no more questions, he did not even announce he would be gone, just simply left.

His home had never felt so far, every step felt to small, his home was too far from work was the sudden thought that assaulted his mind. Deciding that running was not fast enough, Fugaku took to the roofs, uncaring of the glares sent his way, or the judgment. It felt like an eternity passed before he stood in front of his home's door, but suddenly he was hesitant to open it. Afraid of what would greet him, it was a mystery to him how his hand did not shake as he finally opened the door.

Fugaku was expecting many horrors upon entering his home; his wife inconsolable, maybe his home turned upside down out of grief, even expected the Hokage there. What he was unprepared for was his wife to look happy. He almost activated his sharingan to make sure it was not genjutsu, "dear, you look so pale. What happened?" Mikoto did not approach him but her eyes were already looking for injuries.

"What's wrong? You called and asked me to come home." Fugaku was surprised at how relieved he felt at the sight before him, it almost made him forget the horrors his imagination had conjured on his way over. Almost. "I don't even know what I was expecting to find, I thought we decided that you would never call me at work unless it was an emergency?" He wanted to sound stern, angry, to have some warning tone in his voice, instead his voice sounded relieved even to his own ears.

Mikoto folded her arms to her chest, raised one eyebrow and asked, "who said it wasn't? you know not all emergencies have to be unhappy." Before he had a chance to question her, he heard footsteps that were much too small to be Sasuke's, let alone Itachi's. It was now Fugaku's turn to raise a questioning brow, her face lit up immediately, almost giddy she answered his silent question," when I dropped Sasuke off at the academy, I decided to go for a walk. You know the area by the river?"

Fugaku had an idea of where she meant, still he decided to question her, "there are many areas by the river, be more specific."

"Oh! don't play dumb! You know that area," he simply gave her blank stare, "by where you taught Itachi the fireball jutsu!" He pretended to be enlightened, which did not fool his wife in the slightest, but she choose to ignore him. "Anyway, when I was walking there I found the cutest little girl! So, I brought her home."

Fugaku felt his jaw hit the floor at his wife's nonchalance, "YOU KIDNAPPED SOMEONE!?" Mikoto face scrunched up in distaste of his choice words, "I'll take her to the station, her parents are probably worried sick about her." He pitied that girl's parents if they even felt an ounce of the fear he felt on his way home. "Mikoto this is not like you at all. If you want more children let us talk about it, but kidnapping? That's illegal! That poor girl's parents- "

"Are not going to be there." She interrupted before he could continue his rant, before his mind could wander she added, "of course I didn't kill them! What do you take me for?" Taking a deep calming breath, she approached Fugaku, "dear, listen to me. That girl is clearly an Uchiha," Fugaku saw as Mikoto's gaze shifted about the kitchen, then she whispered to him, "and she had scroll."

"The scroll?" He asked shock etched unto his voice.

"Yes! The scroll!"

"Are you absolutely certain it is the scroll?" She rolled her eyed at him but nodded.

He saw her reach into a drawer behind her and pull something out, without preamble placed it on his hands, "see for yourself. At first, I couldn't believe it. But the scroll is exactly as you described it to me all those years ago."

Fugaku activated his sharingan and studied the scroll, opening it carefully he studied the seal inside, the only difference from the last time he had laid his eyes on it, was a new drop of blood, no doubt the girl's. He was in shock, then a sudden realization hit him, the scroll was a secret kept and guarded by the clan head. The only reason Mikoto knew of it was as a precaution. If anything were to happen to him, it would fall unto her to inform Itachi of its existence, "so Itachi is her father?" He hadn't meant to voice his thoughts out loud, but once he did he asked her properly, "is he?"

"I think it might be Sasuke. She said her mother has pink hair, and there is girl in Sasuke's class with pink hair." Then with one of the biggest smile on her face she looked to Fugaku with such wonder that his heart skipped a beat, "it doesn't matter who her father is! She is our granddaughter!" She was giddy as she grabbed unto his arm pulling him in the direction of the footsteps earlier. "Her name is Sarada," Fugaku watched his wife, saw the joy that she could hardly contain, "she is three, almost four. And she is simply beautiful!"

Fugaku let his pull him, too shocked to convey any words, but understanding what his wife meant by not all emergencies being unhappy. Once he stood in the doorway of Sasuke's room and watched her as she used Sasuke's stuffed dinosaur to bring down a tower of blocks he found his voice enough to say, "we are too young to be grandparents."

"Then why are you smiling?" They must have been louder than they intended because Sarada stopped playing and turned around to look at them. He knew then that even without the scroll he would recognize her as one of his own.

Without wasting any time Fugaku approached slowly, aware that this could be a scary situation for any child, "my wife tells me your name is Sarada, it is a lovely name."

Her response was a smile reminiscent of his wife's, "thank you, my mama said my papa picked it out. They thought I was gonna be a boy! Can you believe that!?" She must not have expected an answer because she continued," what's your name?" She gazed up at him expectantly.

"Fugaku," he replied.

Sarada jumped a little in excitement at his response, "just like my grandfather!"

"He must be a very handsome man," Mikoto's words surprised him, he had almost forgotten she was in the room, so in awe of his granddaughter. "Now dear, to send you back home we need to ask you a few questions." Sarada immediately straightened up, face serious she nodded, "the scroll you gave me, has a partner, did you have that too when you grabbed the scroll and showed up here?" Sarada gave some thought to her answer before answering no.

Mikoto looked to Fugaku not surprised to find his gaze on her, their fear evident only to them, it was Fugaku who asked the next question, "was there another scroll near this one?" Again Sarada's answer was no. "Do you remember seeing another scroll that looks like this one?" He asked showing Sarada the scroll.

"No, my papa doesn't let me in his study." Suddenly her eyes teared up, "you aren't going to tell him, right? Papa is going away on a mission, I don't want him to leave angry at me."

"Mikoto leaned down to Sarada's level, "honey, I think your papa knows by now." With more tears threatening to fall she quickly added, "but don't worry we won't let you get in trouble, if anyone is in trouble its him." She held Sarada to her, wondering what it was that they were going to do. Once Sarada had calmed down and began playing with the toys again Mikoto turned to Fugaku, "the moment we figure out which one is her father he is grounded. I know we raised them to be more responsible than that."

Fugaku silently agreed. They were both now sitting on Sasuke's bed, both in silent awe of meeting their granddaughter. However, their amazement was not enough to stop the fear from creeping up on them. Still they could not help but study her, looking to each other when she did something that reminded them of Sasuke, or Itachi, or even each other, small smile gracing their faces each time. Mikoto reached for Fugaku's hand, "at least we were the ones to find her."

Fugaku responded by holding tightly to her hand," she does not have the scroll to send her back, no matter how you look at the situation, this could not be worse."

Without hesitation she countered, "Danzo could have found her."

He almost laughed at how quickly she had that answer. Deciding enough was enough, he stood up, "Sarada," immediately Sarada stopped what she was doing, all attention on Fugaku. Not even his children held so much respect for him, it almost made him doubt she could be either one of his sons' daughter, then again, he didn't know the mother. "Mikoto and I have two sons, and the oldest is at a mission but should be back sometime tonight, and the youngest is at the academy."

Her shoulders slumped slightly, "is it the quiet game?" There was a clear distaste for the game and Mikoto had stifle a giggle, ignoring her Sarada continued, "I don't like the game, mama makes me play it when she has meetings with Hokage-sama. I don't get why I have to play it when Hokage-sama is way louder." Almost as an after-thought she added, "plus I always win, can we play a puzzle game instead?"

"It is not the quiet game, though Mikoto and I are very proud of you for being the champion." Sarada grinned at his words, he explained, "there is just somethings you cannot tell our sons, like your name or your parents name."

Sarada seemed to mull it over for a second, "what do I get when I win?" She said it so smugly that if they had any doubts about her being their granddaughter they would have vanished there and then. The look in her eyes, her smirk, it was all Sasuke.

Fugaku was taken aback by the sight before him, instead it was Mikoto who answered, "anything you want." Once her words registered, Fugaku couldn't help but glare at her, "don't look at me like that, she is three, what harm is there?"

"Excuse me, but I am almost four. My birthday is in March and mama said that's in two months. That makes me," she began counting on her fingers, "three and five-sixths." She was clearly exasperated by having to correct her, moving closer to Fugaku, she whispered, "I've told her so many times!"

Fugaku nodded in understanding, "Mikoto, clearly Sarada is almost four, she should not have to correct you." Mikoto responded by sticking her tongue out at him, Sarada defended Fugaku by doing the same to her. "You are being a negative influence on her." Mikoto once more responded by sticking her tongue out at him, this caused Sarada to giggle.

Once the giggling stopped, there was a sudden shift in Sarada's demeanor, suddenly there were tears in her eyes. Fugaku's eyes went to Mikoto begging her to do something like earlier, he was not surprised to find her already in action. Standing in front of Sarada Mikoto leaned down to her level, "honey, what's wrong?"

With a brittle voice, she answered," you two are nice but… I miss my mama and papa. I want to go home." Sarada's hands were forming fists not doubt trying to hold back her tears.

Hugging Sarada Mikoto told her rubbing Sarada's back she said, "it's okay. It will be okay sweetie. We will get you back to your parents in no time!" Mikoto didn't want to lie to Sarada but telling her the truth was not really an option. Holding Sarada tighter to herself she vowed that whoever was her father was never going to hear the end of this. She was going to torture the boy until the end of her days. Even then, her spirit was going to haunt him.

Fugaku pat Sarada on the head before telling Mikoto, "I will look at the scroll and see if there is something that we can use to send her back. Stay with her."

"I'll go and help you as soon as I can." It took about half an hour but Sarada eventually fell asleep in Mikoto's arms. Carefully she laid her down on Sasuke's bed and went to check on Fugaku. She found him in his study leaning over his desk glaring at the scroll. "No luck?"

"None." He looked up then, hoping to find his granddaughter in a better mood, only to discover her absence, "where is Sarada?"

"She fell asleep, poor girl, she must be tired. I laid her down on Sasuke's bed." She walked towards his desk looking over the scroll herself, "this is really amazing, I can barely follow the seal without the sharingan. Have you tried with your mangekyo?"

"Yes, and nothing. Though I'm not going to lie I wasn't expecting too." He let himself fall down unto his chair, "those boys are going to send me to an early grave."

"Dear, you say that all the time."

"This time I mean it Mikoto. I just don't understand why she only had one scroll."

"She could have dropped it when she arrived." Thinking better of it she added, "then again the way she talks, the way she moves, her mannerisms in general are very adult like. She reminds me of Itachi," Mikoto couldn't help but smile at the comparison, "and he would never drop something like that, or forget about it."

Fugaku sat straighter on his chair struck by an epiphany, "we are forgetting one thing."

"What?"

"That we may know who she is, but she does not know who we are. She could have hidden the scroll in a panic or dropped it and just chosen not to tell us. If her mother is having meetings with the Hokage, and we know one of our sons is for sure the father, we know she will have some very basic training."

Mikoto sighed her energy escaping her with the reality of his words, "you're right. It's what we would have told them to do. I'll look in the area where I found her. I'll go now and pick up Sasuke afterwards."

"No need, I'll pick up Sasuke just tell me anything you can about your morning."

"But dear, I know exactly where I found her, it will be easier for me to go and then pick up Sasuke." There was a warning in her voice, but if his sons were stupidly stubborn, they inherited it from him, something Fugaku would often deny no matter how true it may be.

"Someone needs to stay home, and you are more of the comforting type, what if she wakes up?"

"Well grandpa Fugaku will no doubt figure it out."

"But dear, grandma Mikoto is so much better with kids, you've seen me with our boys! If it wasn't for Itachi being the future clan head, I'm not sure what we would talk about."

"Fugaku." He saw her place her hand on her waist, a clear warning. Instead of giving up, Fugaku chose to give in.

"This is ridiculous, we both clearly want to see who her mother is. However, as you were the one to mention that she is in Sasuke's class, that means you have seen her." The scowl on her face was answer enough as to who was winning, "thus, I will go. Besides Itachi is coming home tonight and he is nice enough not to comment on it, but even Sasuke knows how he feels about my cooking."

"Fine, but only because you can't cook." Even though Mikoto agreed, she was clearly unhappy with the result.

Fugaku couldn't help it his words came out before he could even consider them, "when you pout like that, you look just like her." There was so much warmth in his voice that for a second Mikoto forgot why she was unhappy. "You were right."

"About what?"

"She is beautiful."

A/N: so I wish to explain one thing, the prologue is set a few years before Sarada shows up with her grandparents, but technically the Sasuke that shows up, showed up two days after Sarada initially went missing in his time. So its technically in the future, but in the past. Yeah, time travel is weird. If this confuses any readers let me know and I will put label or something in the beginning of the chapter or as the chapter title... though to be honest I'm kind of hoping to not have to label it because it would be a weird label to begin with.

This is technically part 1 and 2 of Unexpected as it is in Beginnings (the only parts that exists), so those hoping for more on the story there now, you will not find any. For those who do follow Beginnings, I hope you enjoy what it means to get the "laptop treatment" as opposed to the phone treatment. If you prefer the phone treatment, I will never take down the originals on there, though I should, there are a lot of errors on there. However, Beginnings is there for me to share ideas and give readers a glimpse into stories I am coming up with so that they decide which story I focus on next. So if you do enjoy my writing check out Beginnings so that you get to be part of those that chooses which story gets written next. I choose this story based on the reactions, to it, so reviews really do matter on Beginnings. Plus, you guys will now have the "written on my phone" and the "written on my laptop" comparison so you know there is a difference.

Anyway thank you guys! If you guys find any errors please do not be afraid to point them out. Remember I know what I meant to say, my brain fills in the blanks and will continue filling in the blanks for awhile so I will not see any on my own for some time (hopefully I did good and caught most of the errors). Once more thank you :)