Alright, I have never written a fiction for any show other than Sea Patrol before so I have no idea what I'm doing. I really don't. Please read and leave a comment/review. I appreciate it.

Disclaimer: I own none of the Packed to the Rafters characters.

It was early in the morning when Rachel got the call. She barely had time to open her eyes before registering the caller on her mobile.

"Jake? It's 2.30 in the morning," said Rachel with a yawn, wondering what on earth he was doing calling her this early in the morning. Currently, there was nothing happening between the duo after Rachel had an altercation with Jake's mother. And Jake, being the ever-so-brilliant son that he was, instantly took Mum's side. But still, Rachel took the call, knowing there was no way she could ignore his call without spending the next week dwelling over what he was calling her about. But nothing would have prepared her for what was next.

"Oh god..." whispered Rachel to herself as the words registered. She flung back her blankets, the cool metal of her phone still pressed firmly against her ear as she quickly grabbed her jacket, not even bothering to change out of her pyjamas. Her sleep addled brain couldn't even register finding any shoes, so slipped on the only pair she could see in front of her. Padding quickly down the hall a minute later in her fluffy pink slippers, Rachel was a mess as she tried to find the keys to her little red Beetle.

"Where are you, where are you, where are you!" spoke Rachel quietly as she shifted some papers from the computer desk in the hope of finding her keys. Her voice grew more aggravated with each word she spoke.

"Sweetheart what are you doing at 2.30 in the morning?" asked Ted as he came into the kitchen. Rachel looked up at her grandad, tears pooling in her eyes as she stared at him. She raced over and wrapped her arms around him, grateful for the familiarity and warmth.

"Grandad," was all Ted was able to understand from his granddaughter's words, her voice muffled by tears. He finally pulled her back gently, looking deeply into her eyes.

"Rachel, just slow down and tell me," Ted told Rachel reassuringly. She took a deep breath before spilling all to him. As she finished, Ted nodded his head.

"I can't believe how much this has gotten to me," said Rachel finally, sniffling and wiping the tears from her cheeks and under her eyes. Ted smiled.

"I can." Rachel looked up at her grandad and from his face, knew what he was thinking. She gave a small, subconscious laugh.

"Yeah," she replied.

"Come on then, I'll take you," said Ted, gently turning Rachel around with one hand on her shoulder. As he guided her out the front door of the Rafter house, he reached for his keys, which were hanging on the hook near the fridge with a cluster of other keys; Dave's car, work and house keys; Julie's keys; Sammy and Nathan's car and house keys; even Ben's spare keys, having given his parents a set due to the amount of times he'd locked himself out of his house and car. And finally, Rachel's keys to the Rafter house and her little red Beetle. The only place she hadn't looked.

What do you think? This chapter was very short, I know. When I write my Sea Patrol fictions, especially "Underlying Facts," my chapters are more like 1,500 words – 2000 words. So they will get longer, I promise. I just wanted to introduce the first part.

I can't guarantee how often this will be updated. This is an extra fiction I've started, (which I really should because I already have one Sea Patrol one on the go and more about to start) and I am very, very busy. So this might not be updated daily. Sorry. But hit the review button below and let me know what you think.