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Honestly Leah was so much fun back them. Your right Ada and Ryan had incredible chemistry, the only other person who Leah dated that Ada had chemistry with was Josh who played Miles. Honestly Leah became so uptight after Miles left tbh

Firstly I would love to thank @adam436 for giving me the idea to start this thread and the next one I'm about to, after his on the 2000 season. 2005 was a big year as we had so many things happen but particularly because it was the final year for two longer terms characters in Hayley and Flynn who had both been on the show for a bigger period them most at that point. As well as losing Hayley at the end of the year we also lost Jesse who had been on and off the show for a number of years, as well as Scott , Josie and Henry who were more forgettable in my opinion and of course Kane and Kirsty. Iconic storylines/moments: Flynn cancer which was heartbreaking to watch, particularly as him and Sally were soulmates and getting torn apart but also because it broke Ric and Cassie to and their newfound family was about to be torn apart. Alf's 60th/ Chloe accident/ Jesse final exit. This all tied into one. It was great seeing the likes of Don, Pippa and Lance again just to name a few for Alf's birthday but them Chloe coming back and dying was heartbreaking but what was worse was finding out Jesse was responsible and saying goodbye to him one final time. Sally and Flynn finally becoming foster parents, sure they already had baby Pippa but now they were following in the footsteps of Pippa and Tom and become foster parents to Cassie and Ric The Summer Bay Stalker which was obviously a storyline that had allot of people wondering who it was and what would happen next, unlike these days the storyline left people at the edge of their seats wondering who it was and them for it to be Zoe someone who I wasn't excepting, like that reveal shocked me. Hayley/Scott/Kim love triangle and baby revealed, hated this storyline but was big at the time, it was like it never ended. Forgettable storylines/low points: Cassie abuse with her uncle, not much came from that after her nan died she just moved in with Sally/Flynn and forgot about it, like it wasn't even mentioned when Macca abused her a year later. Barry Hyde killing his wife, this was such a pointless storyline and he was a pointless character like why was he even in the show. Dan Gambling, honestly what was the point just to have it so him and Leah would spilt up but obviously get back together later. Josie the whole Josie character was pointless it like she was written just to try to get Tasha away from the bay and in the long haul to hurt Jesse, also the whole Marc thing was pointless to me.

I recently watched 2000 for the first time and it was such a good year because of so many early years returns which I loved, particularly Martin and Floss who had both left 10/11 years earlier. Also as people seemed to forget to mention it was the start of the Hayley/Noah relationships which was one of the best in the history of Home and Away, if I'm honest it's one of the more iconic relationships in the show history. I also really enjoyed watching the relationship between Vinnie and Leah develop and Sally reuniting with many of her family.

same tbh, i feel like allot of us would be. Thoughts @Dan F

they are, thank you for your ongoing support. So glad your enjoying this fic

Chapter 10 Sally Fletcher stepped into the Diner, the familiar scent of coffee and freshly toasted bread filling the air. The morning crowd was already settling in—familiar faces chatting over their breakfasts, the low hum of conversation mixing with the clinking of cutlery. She wasn’t in the mood for company, but the thought of sitting alone didn’t feel much better. She glanced around, searching for an empty table, when her eyes landed on Flynn Saunders. He was sitting by the window, coffee in one hand, a book open on the table beside his half-eaten breakfast. As if sensing her presence, he looked up and offered her a warm smile. “Sally,” he greeted, setting his coffee down. “Join me?” She hesitated, shifting her weight slightly. She wasn’t sure she wanted to. But she also wasn’t sure she wanted to be by herself. “Uh… yeah, alright,” she said casually, moving toward his table. “Just for a bit.” Flynn smiled, nudging his book aside to make space as she sat down. Before she could say anything else, Leah approached, pen in hand. “Morning, Sal. You having the usual?” “Yeah, thanks, Leah,” Sally replied, stealing a quick glance at Flynn. Leah looked between them, her lips twitching slightly as if she wanted to say something but thought better of it. Instead, she just gave a small nod. “Alright, coming right up.” And with that, she walked away, leaving them alone. Sally exhaled, tapping her fingers lightly against the table. “So… what are you reading?” Flynn turned the book over, showing her the cover. “Something about mindfulness. Thought I’d try to practice what I preach.” Sally raised an eyebrow. “Mindfulness before nine a.m.? Bit ambitious, don’t you think?” Flynn grinned. “Maybe, but I like a challenge.” She couldn’t help but smile. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. Back at the Sutherland house, the morning light streamed through the kitchen window as Rhys poured himself a coffee after all he figured he would need one to keep him awake until Kirsty was found. He leaned against the counter, watching as Dani sat at the table, absentmindedly stirring her cereal. She hadn’t taken a bite. He sighed, setting his mug down. “How are you holding up, love?” Dani looked up, surprised by the question. “I’m fine,” she said automatically before sighing. “I mean, I’m okay. I’m just worried about Jade.” Rhys nodded, pulling out the chair across from her and sitting down. “I get that. She’s been through a lot, and so have you.” He reached across the table, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “I just want you to know, I’m here for you too. You’re my daughter, Dani. That means something.” A small smile tugged at Dani’s lips. “I know, Dad,” she said softly. “And I’m lucky to have you.” Rhys smiled, squeezing her hand again before letting go. “Well, I’m lucky to have you too.” Dani finally took a bite of her cereal, and for the first time that morning, the weight on her shoulders felt just a little bit lighter. Hayley and Jesse drove through the quiet streets, the sound of the tires on the road a steady hum in the background. The sun had risen higher, but the weight of the day still hung heavy in the air. They hadn’t found any trace of Nick or Kirsty yet, and the frustration was building. Hayley’s fingers gripped the door handle, her knuckles white as she stared out of the passenger window. “Nothing yet,” Jesse muttered, glancing at Hayley. His eyes softened when he saw the tension in her face. “You okay?” Hayley sighed, her shoulders slumping. She was used to holding it together, but today was harder than usual. The anniversary of her dad’s death always brought back the memories, the pain. The empty space where he should have been. “No, not really,” she admitted quietly, turning her gaze to Jesse. “It’s… hard. It’s always hard.” She looked back out the window, her voice catching in her throat. “And now Nick’s made it worse. It just makes me sick thinking he could add to that pain today.” Jesse’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his eyes flicking between the road and Hayley. He already knew what today was. They had met up earlier that morning, and she’d mentioned it briefly, though she hadn’t wanted to talk about it too much. He’d been silently aware, letting her decide when to bring it up. He could see how much it was affecting her, the raw emotion beneath her tough exterior. He glanced at her again, his voice gentle but firm. “You don’t have to go through this alone, you know. I’m here, Hayley. Whatever you need.” She gave him a small, grateful smile, but the sadness never quite left her eyes. “I know. Thanks.” The silence between them was comfortable, but it didn’t ease the heaviness in Hayley’s chest. Another street passed, another dead end in their search for Nick and Kirsty. She sighed again, but this time it was softer. “I just want this to be over,” she murmured. “I want to stop feeling like this.” Jesse nodded, his jaw setting with determination. “We’ll find them. And we’ll get through this, together.” Hayley turned to him, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and doubt. She didn’t have all the answers, but with Jesse by her side, she felt like maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t have to carry the weight of the day alone. “Together,” she repeated softly, her voice stronger than it had been in a long time. Jesse offered a quiet smile, and they continued driving, the road ahead uncertain, but not quite so lonely anymore.

I disagree, don't get me wrong they are better then her and Ben, but her and Matt should of ended up together.

Okay so was rewatching some 1998/1999 episodes and got to say, i don't get why they didn't just write Chloe and Lachie out a year earlier in 1998, the whole Chloe and James arc was simply pointless.

Yeah, like it's something I want to start.

Hi I'm not sure about everyone else but I love talking about the early years in the Bayside Diner section that @Dan F and @Chris J have kindly created for us and I would love the same for the next era of the show the 2000-2010 one. Would anyone interact with this section if it was to happen? And if Chris and Dan approve of it what does everyone think this section of the fourm should be called.

Thank you to @Chris J @Dan F and @Red Ranger 1 for all the hard work they do for the Most Popular Character polls, it's so appreciated. Very happy that Alf won. Now to see the results again in two years time. Would love a Most Popular Couples poll to happen as A one of like you did way back in 2004 or 2006 can't remember which one it was to see who the Most Popular Couple of all time is. I feel like it would be fitting if it was Alf and Alisa or Sally and Flynn.

Alf better win honestly

It actually pisses me off that characters like Harper, Dana, Xander and Rose who hardly done anything this year rated so highly i defs think that this poll should go back to fourm members only

Story Title: Unscripted Connections Type of story: One Shot Main Characters: Kate Ritchie, Joel Mcilroy and Chris Sadrinna BTTB rating: T Genre: Drama, Angst Does story include spoilers: No, . Any warnings: General Summary: For Kate Ritchie the set of Home and Away hadn't been the same since Joel Mcilroy finished filming his final scene eight months ago, she's sad and pushing away Chris Sadrinna who meant to be playing her new love interest Brad however when a surprise visitor shows up Kate's the happiest she's been in months and Chris is jealous and finally cracks at Kate which leads to Kate revealing some home truths. For Kate Ritchie, the Home and Away set had always been a place of joy—a second home filled with friends who felt like family. Over the years, she had grown used to the rhythm of the show, the inevitable goodbyes as castmates moved on, and the excitement of welcoming new faces. Though she stayed connected with many who had left, Kate also made a point of getting to know the newcomers, opening her heart and embracing the ever-changing dynamic on set. It had been a source of comfort, a place where she could thrive. That all changed in 2003 when Joel McIlroy joined the cast as Flynn, her on-screen love interest. From the moment they met, Kate and Joel clicked effortlessly. Their bond deepened quickly, evolving into a close friendship that felt almost inseparable both on set and at industry events. Their chemistry was undeniable, not just in front of the cameras but offscreen as well. Everyone around them—castmates, crew members, even fans—could see the special connection they shared. But when Joel decided to leave the show to take a much-needed break, something inside Kate shifted. His departure left a noticeable void. On set, she became quieter, more reserved. While she still spoke with the cast members she already knew, she no longer made an effort to connect with the newer faces. The openness she had once embraced was replaced by a cautious distance, as if she were shielding herself from the pain of getting close again only to face another goodbye. The joy and ease she once felt on set had dimmed, leaving her to navigate an environment that now felt unfamiliar and lonelier than before. About three months ago, the producers had informed Kate that Sally would be moving on from Flynn with a new love interest, Brad. Kate had made it clear she wasn’t happy about the decision. The thought of Sally moving on from Flynn, her soulmate, felt wrong to her. On a personal level, Kate couldn’t imagine anyone other than Joel playing her on-screen partner. The idea of replacing that connection felt almost unbearable. When Chris Sadrinna arrived on set, his enthusiasm was impossible to miss. He was clearly thrilled to join the cast and take on the role of Sally’s new love interest. But Kate didn’t share his excitement. She could vividly recall their first interaction. She had been sitting alone, practicing her script, her mind heavy with frustration and resentment about the upcoming storyline. “Hi, I’m Chris. I’m playing Brad.” His voice was upbeat, warm, and eager, but Kate didn’t even look up. “Yeah, hi,” she mumbled, her tone flat and dismissive. Without sparing him another glance, she returned her focus to the script in her hands. The truth was, as the start of the storyline drew closer, Kate’s anger and isolation only deepened. She couldn’t shake the disbelief that the writers were moving Sally on from Flynn—the love of her life, her soulmate—so quickly. It didn’t feel authentic to the character or the relationship Sally and Flynn had shared. The more she thought about it, the more furious and disconnected she became. Over the following few weeks, Chris had tried to make an effort with Kate, hoping to get to know her. Whether it was by buying her coffee—which she would refuse to drink—or requesting to practice their lines together, he was determined to build a connection. After all, they were filming a lot of scenes together. But Kate shut him down immediately, responding with a blunt and firm "no." She didn’t want to practice lines with him, and she certainly didn’t want to be his friend. The more Chris pushed, the more uncomfortable Kate felt around him. The crew and their fellow castmates had started to notice Kate’s obvious dislike for Chris. Many of them didn’t understand it—Kate was usually warm and approachable, someone who gave everyone a fair chance. At least, she used to be. But with Chris, it was different. She hadn’t even tried to get to know him before making up her mind. She went straight to disliking him, and the crew and cast couldn’t help but feel sorry for Chris as he continued to try, with little success, to break through her walls. One day, Chris had finally had enough. Frustration and confusion were eating at him, and he couldn’t understand why Kate seemed to have such a problem with him. Deciding he needed answers, he approached Ada Nicodemou, one of their castmates, while she was eating lunch. “Mind if I join you?” he asked hesitantly. Ada looked up and smiled warmly, gesturing to the seat beside her. “Of course. Is everything okay?” Chris shook his head, running a hand through his hair as he sat down. “I don’t get it,” he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration and hurt. “Why hasn’t Kate given me a chance? Do you have any idea?” His tone softened as he spoke, almost pleading. More than anything, Chris wanted to figure out how to break through the tension. He knew that their on-screen chemistry depended on trust, and without it, their scenes together would suffer. Ada frowned thoughtfully, setting her fork down. “I honestly have no idea,” she admitted. It confused her as much as anyone else. Kate’s mood had shifted noticeably in recent months, and every day Ada found herself wondering what had caused it. “So… she hasn’t been like this with anyone else?” Chris asked, his voice heavy with doubt and self-reflection. Was it something he had done? Was he the problem? Ada shook her head. “No, never,” she said firmly. That was all she could say. Chris sat there for a moment, her words repeating in his mind. It didn’t offer him the clarity he was searching for, but it confirmed what he had feared—Kate’s reaction to him was different. After a moment, Chris pushed back his chair abruptly, murmuring a quiet “thanks” before leaving Ada to finish her lunch in peace. He couldn’t sit still any longer, not with so many unanswered questions swirling in his head. As he walked away, he found himself hoping—praying—that after their next scene together, he might finally have the chance to talk to Kate. He needed answers, clarity, something to explain why she had shut him out so completely. It wasn’t just about their working relationship anymore. It was about understanding what he could do, if anything, to fix it. Kate and Chris stood at their marks, waiting for the scene to begin. It was supposed to be a moment where Brad comforted Sally, but to say Kate was dreading it would be the understatement of the century. “Action,” the director called, and Kate forced a smile, doing her best to stay professional as she waited for Chris to deliver his line. “Sal, I know you’re scared,” Chris said, slipping into character with his usual charm—the same charm he’d tried, unsuccessfully, to use on Kate off-screen. “I…” Kate began, but her words faltered. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something—or rather, someone—standing behind the monitor. Her fake smile instantly transformed into a genuine, radiant one. Without a second thought, she darted off-camera, completely ruining the take. “Kate!” Chris called after her, his confusion clear, but she didn’t look back. The scene, the set, the cameras—none of it mattered in that moment. Her attention was fixed solely on Joel, whose smile was just as wide as hers. He stood there with his arms open, waiting for her, and that was all the invitation she needed. Kate closed the distance in a few quick steps before leaping into his arms. Joel caught her effortlessly, lifting her off the ground as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. His embrace was steady and warm, one arm securely around her lower back and the other gently cradling her upper back. Without hesitation, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, and she closed her eyes, exhaling a soft, contented sigh. The crew, who had been filming the scene between Kate and Chris, paused to watch the reunion unfold. Smiles spread across their faces—it was the happiest any of them had seen Kate in weeks. Chris stood frozen, watching the exchange with a mix of curiosity and bewilderment. He couldn’t help but notice the immediate shift in Kate’s mood—the lightness, the joy, the undeniable connection she shared with the man who had just arrived. He wondered who this stranger was, but one thing was clear: whoever he was, he meant the world to Kate. "I can’t believe you’re here," Kate said softly, her eyes locked on Joel’s. She clung to him tightly, as though letting go might make him disappear. The moment she saw him, the set that had felt so hollow for weeks finally felt like home again. For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt like herself. "Well, I missed you. I missed everyone," Joel replied, his smile as wide as it was warm. "It’s been a few months since the Logies, so I figured it was about time for a visit—to see everyone, but mostly to see you." Kate blushed slightly, the color rising to her cheeks as she returned his smile. "It was definitely overdue. You have no idea how happy I am that you’re here." Joel chuckled, his gaze unwavering. "I think I might have an idea, considering you just ruined a take. That’s not exactly like you, Kate." At his playful remark, Kate’s eyes flicked over to the crew, noticing their grins. She hadn’t even realized how much of a scene she’d caused until now. The producer, Cameron, stepped forward, his expression kind and understanding. "We’re just glad to see you smiling again, Kate. It’s been a while. How about you two take some time to catch up? We’ll redo the scene later," he said, his tone light but encouraging. He knew full well that if he didn’t let her go now, no work would get done anyway. Kate looked at him with gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you," she said, her voice full of sincerity. "Thanks," Joel echoed, nodding in agreement. Gently, Joel lowered Kate back to the ground, but she didn’t release him completely. Her arms slid around his waist, holding onto him as though to make up for lost time. Joel smiled at the gesture, his own arm draping around her back protectively as they began to walk away from the set together. The crew watched them go, still smiling. The connection between Kate and Joel was undeniable—effortless, natural, and brimming with the kind of chemistry that didn’t just light up the screen but every room they walked into. Chris stood on set, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he watched Kate disappear from view. He hadn’t heard the conversation she’d just had with Cameron, but her abrupt departure left him seething. Frustration bubbled over, and he strode toward the producer, his jaw set and his annoyance barely concealed. "We’re supposed to be filming, and you let her ditch work to catch up with some random guy?" Chris snapped, his tone sharp. He’d had enough of Kate’s distant attitude toward him, and seeing her drop everything for this man had pushed him over the edge. Cameron, unfazed, looked up from his clipboard. "He’s not just a random guy, Chris," he replied evenly. Chris’s frustration deepened. "Then who is he? Kate’s boyfriend? Because she sure seems fond of him," he said, his voice tinged with irritation. Cameron sighed, realizing he needed to explain. "That’s Joel McIlroy. He played Flynn," he said, his tone matter-of-fact. The name hit Chris like a freight train. Joel McIlroy. Of course. He’d heard so much about him from their fellow castmates. While Kate had barely spoken a word to Chris, he’d overheard Mark and Sharni reminiscing fondly about Joel—how incredible it was to work with him, how much they missed him. And now it was glaringly clear that Kate felt the same, if not more. Chris swallowed hard, his frustration twisting into something heavier. "So, I’m competing with another man," he muttered, the words slipping out before he could stop them. Cameron raised an eyebrow but ignored the comment. "Kate and Joel were always close," he explained. "They were each other’s rocks on set. To be honest, she hasn’t been as happy here since Joel left." Chris frowned, the weight of Cameron’s words settling in. He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Were they ever together? I mean, I’ve only seen them today, but they’re acting like a married couple." Cameron shook his head, his expression softening. "No, they were never together. But they’ve always acted like that. On set, at events—everywhere. They played husband and wife on screen, sure, but they were like a work husband and wife off screen too." Chris clenched his jaw, his frustration now mixed with something more complicated—a sense of inadequacy he couldn’t shake. Cameron gave him a pointed look before adding, "Don’t make a scene, Chris," and walking away, leaving Chris standing alone on set. As he stood there, Chris felt a strange mix of anger and resignation. No matter how hard he tried to connect with Kate, it seemed like Joel was a presence he’d never be able to match. Kate and Joel had been walking, lost in conversation, when they both came to an abrupt stop, realizing where they had ended up—the set of Sally and Flynn’s bedroom. Joel glanced at Kate, a soft smile on his face. "Shall we?" Kate returned his smile and let go of his arm, stepping toward the left side of the bed. She laid down on her side, instinctively facing him. Joel moved to the right side, mirroring the way Flynn always had, lying as though he was stepping back into character. "You have no idea how much I miss filming with you, Joel," Kate said, her voice cracking slightly as the emotions bubbled to the surface. Joel’s expression softened. "I miss filming with you too. But you know, if you ever want to catch up or hang out, all you have to do is call." "Yeah, I know," Kate replied quietly. Noticing the shift in her tone, Joel reached out, gently rubbing her back. "Okay, what’s wrong? Talk to me," he pressed. "Before you saw me earlier, I noticed how sad you looked, how unhappy you seemed. What’s going on, Kate?" Kate hesitated, then moved closer to him, resting her head against his chest. "Do you want me to be honest?" "You know I do," Joel replied immediately, his hand still lightly rubbing her back. "Now, tell me what’s going on." Kate took a shaky breath. "I hate how they’re making Sally move on from her one true love, her soulmate. I’ve never questioned a script before." She paused, struggling to get the words out. "But this time, you are," Joel finished for her. Kate nodded. "You know as well as I do that Flynn was the love of Sally’s life—and she was his." Joel sighed, his face reflecting her anguish. "Yeah, they were. But it was bound to happen. As much as it breaks me, they weren’t going to keep her single forever." Kate tilted her head to look up at him. "It would be easier if I felt comfortable around Chris, if I felt a connection with him." Joel’s brow furrowed. "But you don’t, do you?" Kate shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "No. I don’t feel safe around him. It was so different with you. I felt safe—completely safe—but not with him." Joel gently wiped away her tears with his thumb, his expression tender but concerned. "I get that you had to leave, Joel, but I wish you hadn’t. I miss you. I miss Sally and Flynn. I miss us going to events together, all of it," Kate admitted, her voice trembling with emotion. Joel pulled her closer, holding her tightly as though trying to shield her from her pain. "I’m always here for you, Kate. You know that—no matter what," he said firmly. Kate nodded, trying to gather herself, but before she could say more, the sound of footsteps interrupted them. Cameron appeared in the doorway, looking apologetic. "Sorry to interrupt," he began, glancing between the two of them. "We need to film this one scene with Chris." Kate’s smile faded instantly, her happiness replaced with a frown that didn’t go unnoticed by either Joel or Cameron. "I managed to move the rest of your scenes to another day," Cameron explained, "but Chris refused to reschedule this one." Anger flared in Kate’s eyes as she looked from Cameron to Joel. "What if I come with you? Watch the scene being filmed?" Joel suggested gently. Kate hesitated, then nodded. "Okay," she agreed softly. Joel stood and extended a hand to her, helping her up. He didn’t let go, instead wrapping an arm around her as she mirrored the gesture. With their arms entwined, the two walked toward the set, Cameron falling into step beside them. The moment Chris spotted Kate walking onto the set with Joel by her side, his posture stiffened, and he hunched his shoulders, clearly annoyed. His frustration only grew when he saw her laughing and smiling—a smile that hadn’t graced her face around him in weeks. It was like a punch to the gut when she gave Joel a massive hug before Joel took a seat next to Cameron, leaving Kate to walk toward him. As she approached, the warmth in her expression faded entirely, replaced by a guarded, almost resentful look. Chris couldn’t hold back anymore. The moment Kate reached him, arms crossed tightly, he leaned in, speaking in a low, stern voice so no one else could hear. "Can you at least try to smile and be happy around me?" Kate stopped, her expression darkening. Whatever restraint she’d been holding onto snapped. Her voice rose as she fired back, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. "No, I can’t! Don’t you dare try to force me to do something I don’t want to do!" Her outburst startled him, but Chris was too stubborn to back down. "What’s that supposed to mean?" he demanded, his voice rising to match hers. "What have I done to deserve this attitude?" Kate’s hands clenched into fists at her sides as she took a step closer. Her anger was palpable, her voice shaking with emotion as she yelled, "You push me so hard, Chris! You make me feel uncomfortable every single day on set, and I’ve had enough of it!" Chris’s face turned red with indignation. "I’ve done nothing to make you feel that way! So why are you acting like this?" The tension was suffocating as the two glared at each other, their voices echoing across the set. Joel, who had been sitting quietly up until this point, stood up, his protective instincts kicking in. He crossed the distance in a few long strides, placing himself firmly between Kate and Chris. "Enough!" Joel’s voice was calm but commanding, his tone carrying the weight of authority. He turned to Chris, his eyes blazing. "Back off, Chris." Chris’s frustration turned toward Joel now. "And what exactly do you think you’re doing?" he snapped. "This has nothing to do with you!" Joel took a step forward, his voice steady but deadly serious. "It has everything to do with me when you’re treating Kate like this. She’s told you how she feels, and instead of listening, you’re doubling down and trying to intimidate her. That’s not okay." Chris let out a humorless laugh, throwing his hands up in frustration. "Oh, I see how it is. You swoop in like some kind of hero, huh? What is Kate to you anyway? What gives you the right to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong?" Joel didn’t hesitate. His voice softened slightly, but the conviction behind it was unshakable. "Kate is one of the most important people in my life. She always has been, and she always will be. I won’t stand by and let anyone—especially you—treat her like this." Chris’s face twisted with anger, and he scoffed. "One of the most important people in your life? What are you, her knight in shining armor?" He gestured toward Kate, who was standing quietly now, her face a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion. "No wonder she’s been so difficult lately. She’s too busy clinging to you to do her job properly!" Joel’s jaw clenched, but he remained calm. "Don’t you dare try to blame Kate for this. She’s doing her job just fine—despite how you’ve been treating her. If you spent half as much time respecting her as you do making her uncomfortable, maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation right now." Chris’s frustration boiled over, and he stepped closer to Joel. "You think you’re better than me, don’t you? You think you can just walk in here, all smiles, and make everything perfect for her?" Joel didn’t flinch. He stood his ground, his voice firm and unwavering. "This isn’t about being better than you, Chris. This is about showing a little humanity. You don’t have to like me, and you don’t even have to like Kate. But you do need to respect her." Kate finally found her voice, stepping closer to Joel’s side. "Joel’s right. I don’t need you to like me, Chris, but I do deserve to feel safe and comfortable at work. And if you can’t provide that, then maybe you’re the one who doesn’t belong here." Chris opened his mouth to retort but stopped, realizing the growing number of eyes on them. Cameron stood nearby, his arms crossed and a disapproving frown on his face. "This discussion is over," Joel said firmly, his hand resting lightly on Kate’s back as if to shield her from further conflict. "If you have a problem, take it up with someone else. But right now, we have a job to do, and it’s time for you to act like a professional." Without another word, Joel gently guided Kate toward Cameron, leaving Chris standing alone, stewing in his frustration as the weight of his actions began to sink in. Kate and Joel walked toward Cameron, who was waiting near the edge of the set, his expression a mixture of concern and regret. He immediately stepped forward, his voice soft but filled with sincerity. “Kate, I owe you an apology,” Cameron began, his tone earnest. “I had no idea you were feeling this way. I should have seen it—should have noticed how uncomfortable you’ve been around Chris. That’s on me, and I’m so sorry.” Kate paused, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “Thank you, Cameron,” she said quietly. “I’ve tried to brush it off for weeks, but it’s been hard. I just didn’t know how to bring it up without feeling like I was making trouble for everyone.” “You’re never making trouble by speaking up,” Cameron assured her. “You have every right to feel safe and comfortable here, and it’s clear that hasn’t been the case. I promise you, I’ll handle Chris. He won’t treat you—or anyone else—like that again.” Joel, standing protectively close to Kate, chimed in. “Appreciate that, Cameron. But for now, I think Kate’s done enough for today.” Cameron looked between the two of them, understanding dawning in his eyes. “You want her out of here?” Joel nodded firmly. “Yeah. I’m getting her out of here. She needs space to breathe and feel safe again. This set hasn’t been that for her today—or for a while, it seems. So, if you don’t mind, we’re going to call it a day.” Kate looked up at Joel, her expression a mixture of gratitude and emotion. “You don’t have to do this, Joel,” she said softly, though there was no mistaking the relief in her voice. “Yes, I do,” Joel replied, meeting her gaze. His tone was gentle but resolute. “You’ve been carrying this alone for too long, Kate. I’m not letting you deal with it on your own anymore.” Cameron nodded, a small smile of approval on his face. “Take all the time you need, Kate. We’ll reschedule your scenes, and I’ll make sure Chris is dealt with before you come back.” Kate hesitated, her eyes darting between Joel and Cameron. “I just don’t want to be seen as difficult,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Joel’s hand lightly touched her back, grounding her. “You’re not difficult, Kate. You’re strong. And you’re doing what you need to do to take care of yourself. There’s nothing wrong with that.” Cameron chimed in, his voice filled with conviction. “Joel’s right. You’re one of the most professional people I’ve ever worked with, Kate. Don’t let anyone make you feel otherwise.” Kate let out a shaky breath, the tension slowly ebbing away. “Thank you,” she said, her voice steadier now. Joel smiled down at her. “Let’s get out of here, yeah?” Kate nodded, a small smile breaking through. “Yeah. Okay.” Cameron watched as the two of them turned to leave, the chemistry between them almost palpable. The way Joel instinctively kept his hand on Kate’s back, offering silent support, and the way Kate leaned ever so slightly toward him spoke volumes. As they walked off the set together, Joel glanced down at Kate. “You want to grab a coffee or something? Maybe talk things through?” Kate looked up at him, her eyes softening. “Coffee sounds good,” she said. “But only if you promise not to let me monopolize the conversation. I want to hear about you too.” Joel chuckled. “Deal. But only if you promise to let me spoil you a bit. You’ve had a rough day, and you deserve it.” Kate smiled, her first genuine one of the day. “I’ll hold you to that.” They walked out of the building together, their laughter trailing behind them. Cameron, still watching from a distance, couldn’t help but smile. Whatever tension the day had brought, it was clear that Joel and Kate had a bond that could weather anything. Comments

It's not fair at all but Shelley only got one thing on her mind. As for whether they will be found or dragged back that you will have to wait and see.

Was surprised but very happy to see Ric get so highly so glad Martha got so high as well. Loved that Alf grandkids were all in one update. If only they could of all met.

Of course. Also would you be interested in a caps gallery for back to the bay, I have so many Caps of characters and more them happy to make a gallery for everyone on here to access.

@Dan F and @Chris J would you like full episodes summaries written for some recent years, I would be happy to do that for you as i love the episodes summaries from the older years.

Chapter 9 "Why did he do this, Will? Today of all days." Irene paced back and forth across the living room, her voice sharp with frustration. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she spoke. Of all the days for Nick to pull something like this, it had to be today. The weight of the day’s significance hung heavy in the air, and Irene couldn’t believe Nick would leave his family knowing how much they were all struggling. Will stood nearby, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. His expression was stern, his jaw tight. "I don’t know, but I promise you, Irene, when we find him, I’m going to have serious words with him about all of this." His tone was firm, but he softened slightly as he looked at Irene. He could see the frustration and hurt etched into her face, and it only deepened his own anger toward his younger brother. Before Irene could respond, the front door opened, and Hayley and Jesse walked in. Both of them stopped short, taking in Irene’s tense pacing and Will’s serious expression. “What’s going on?” Hayley asked, her voice quiet but filled with sadness. “Were you talking about Dad?” Irene paused mid-step, glancing over at Hayley. “No, love,” she said, her voice heavy with exasperation. “We’re talking about your idiot brother, who’s done a runner.” Hayley’s brows furrowed as she turned to Will. “Our idiot brother did what?” she asked, needing to be sure she’d heard right. Will straightened up, his expression grim. “He did a runner, Hayley. Took off.” Hayley blinked, her hands tightening into fists at her sides as the words sank in. She took a deep breath, clearly trying to keep her frustration in check. “Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath. She didn’t say what she was really thinking, but her disappointment and anger were evident in her posture. Jesse, standing quietly to the side, spoke up. “Want me to go for a drive? See if I can find him?” His voice was calm, but there was a clear determination in his eyes as he looked at Irene. Irene stopped pacing and turned to face him, her shoulders slumping slightly. “Yes, please, darl,” she said, her voice softening with gratitude. She managed a small, tired smile. Jesse nodded. “Okay, I’ll head out now and give you a call if I find anything,” he said. His tone was steady, reassuring, as he gave Irene and Will a quick smile. He had just started heading for the door when Hayley hurried after him. “Wait,” she said, grabbing his arm. “I’m coming with you. He doesn’t know you that well, and if anyone has a chance of convincing him to come home, it’s me.” Her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. Jesse looked at her for a moment, then nodded. “Alright,” he said simply before opening the door and stepping outside. Hayley gave Irene and Will a brief glance, her determination clear in her expression, before following Jesse out. The sound of the door closing behind them left the house in a tense, uneasy silence. At the Sutherland house, Shelley turned to her husband, her face flushed with anger. "How the hell are Dani and Jade so calm about this? Their sister is missing!" Her voice was sharp, her frustration bubbling over. She couldn’t believe their indifference. Rhys sighed, running a hand through his hair as he leaned against the kitchen counter. "Shel, she slept with Jade's boyfriend. I’m pretty sure that broke every unspoken rule there is for teenagers. Can you really blame them?" "So what if she did?!" Shelley snapped, her tone rising. "Kirsty is still their sister! They shouldn’t be happy that she’s gone. They should be worried, not... this!" Her voice cracked slightly as she gestured toward the stairs, anger and disappointment clear in her expression. Rhys opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say a word, Jade appeared at the top of the stairs. She descended slowly, her blank expression betraying none of the turmoil Shelley was feeling. "Where are you going?" Shelley demanded, fixing her daughter with a piercing stare. Her voice was hard, unrelenting. "Out. To see Seb," Jade replied, her tone flat and uninterested, as if she couldn’t care less about the tension in the house. "Oh, no, you’re not, missy," Shelley shot back, stepping toward her daughter. Her voice was firm, full of anger and authority. "You can help us look for your sister." Jade’s calm façade cracked, and her voice exploded with anger. "As if!" she yelled, her face flushed with fury. "I wouldn’t care if she never showed her face here again. She’s dead to me!" Her words hit Shelley like a slap in the face, and her eyes widened in disbelief. Before she could say anything, Jade spun around and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind her. Shelley stood frozen for a moment, her hands trembling as she stared at the closed door. The anger she’d felt earlier was now mixed with heartbreak, her daughter’s cruel words echoing in her ears. The moment Jade reached Mr. Fisher’s house, she knocked on the door, her heart pounding. She silently prayed Seb was home—she could really use his support right now. It was only a few seconds before the door opened, but to Jade, it felt like an eternity. When Don appeared, she offered him a weak smile. "Mr. Fisher, hi. I’m sorry for just showing up, but... is Seb home?" Her voice wavered slightly, a mix of nerves and desperation. Don nodded, his expression kind as he stepped aside. "He is. Come on in." Jade exhaled a small sigh of relief and followed him into the house. As they reached the kitchen, Don called out, "Seb, you’ve got a visitor." Seb, seated at the kitchen table, glanced up. When he saw Jade, concern flashed across his face. "Thanks, Gramps," he said, standing up. Don smiled knowingly before stepping out of the room to give them some privacy. Seb walked over to Jade, his brows furrowed in worry. "What’s wrong? Talk to me." His voice was gentle yet insistent, and the genuine concern in his eyes made Jade’s guard begin to crumble. Jade crossed her arms, more out of frustration than defensiveness. "Kirsty did a runner," she said, her tone sharp with anger. "Once again, making everything about her." She looked away, her jaw tightening as she tried to steady herself. "Honestly, I’m glad she’s gone, but Mum..." Her voice broke slightly as she continued. "She’s so angry at me—for wanting nothing to do with Kirsty, for being relieved she’s gone." Seb stepped closer and gently placed his hands on her shoulders, his touch firm but comforting. "Hey, you’ve done nothing wrong," he said softly. "You’re allowed to feel that way after everything that’s happened. Honestly? You telling me that Kirsty’s gone... it kind of made my day too." Jade couldn’t help but crack a small smile at his words, the weight of her emotions lightening just a little. Seb smiled back, his eyes softening as he pulled her into a warm hug. "You’ve got every right to feel how you feel," he murmured. "Don’t let anyone make you think otherwise." Jade relaxed into his embrace, feeling a sense of safety she hadn’t realized she needed. After a moment, she pulled back slightly, though his hands lingered lightly on her arms. "Do you think Mr. Fisher would mind if I stayed here for the day? I just... I can’t deal with Mum right now." Her voice was quieter now, almost vulnerable. Seb tilted his head slightly, his expression reassuring. "That should be fine. Gramps won’t mind." Jade let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding and gave him a small, genuine smile. "Thank you, Seb." "Anytime," Seb replied, his voice steady. His hands dropped from her arms, but his eyes stayed on her, and for a moment, the air between them shifted—softening into something unspoken but warm. Jade looked away, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she felt a faint blush rise to her cheeks. "I appreciate it," she said quickly, stepping back to compose herself. Seb just nodded, his smile lingering as he gestured toward the couch. "Come on, let’s hang out for a while. You don’t have to deal with anything here." As she followed him, Jade couldn’t help but feel a small flicker of gratitude—and maybe something else entirely—toward the boy who always seemed to have her back.

So glad that Tom Fletcher made the top 70 he truly deserved to be in there and it was great he made it that high after not been on in years. Also was great to see Steven and Frank in. Was very happy to see Ricky in as she was one of my first favourites when I started watching again in 2014. Always knew Kyle would be the braxton and Nikau the first Parata.

Was so glad to see Flynn get as high as he did, very happy with that. A few results surprised me today.

No she can't however their also other reasons which will be coming out really soon.

Was very happy to see that Cassie made the list today I had a feeling she would be the lower out of the Flecther Saunders Family. Was very happy to see that both Jesse and Celia made the cut as was worried they wouldn't same with Nevile and Floss so glad they made it. Wonder where Miles, Flynn and Tom will be on the list and which current regular will be ranked the lowest.

Chapter 8 Jesse’s heart sank when he read Hayley’s text at five in the morning. The message was simple but urgent, asking him to meet her as soon as he could. Hayley wasn’t one to stay up late or rise before dawn, so the unusual timing alone filled him with concern. Without hesitation, he texted back: Where are you? Her reply led him to the beach, where he spotted her standing near the ocean. The first rays of sunlight were just beginning to touch the horizon, but the peaceful scene did little to ease the tension knotting his stomach. "Hey, you okay?" Jesse called softly as he approached. At the sound of his voice, Hayley turned, and the relief that washed over her face was immediate. She exhaled a shaky breath, as if seeing him was the first time she’d felt safe all morning. "Thank you for coming," she said, her voice uneven. "Of course," Jesse replied without hesitation, his brows furrowing as he studied her tear-streaked face. "What’s wrong?" It didn’t take long for him to realize just how upset she was. Her red, puffy eyes and trembling lips spoke volumes. Seeing her like this sent a pang of worry through his chest. "I couldn’t sleep," Hayley began, her voice breaking. "Every time I tried..." She faltered, wrapping her arms around herself. Jesse instinctively stepped closer, gently pulling her into his arms. His embrace seemed to give her the courage to continue. "Every time I tried," she repeated, her words muffled against his shoulder, "I kept remembering what happened... two years ago today." The realization hit Jesse like a wave. Today marked the anniversary of her father Ken’s death. His grip on her tightened, his voice steady but full of compassion as he whispered, "You know he’s always watching over you, Hayley. A part of him will always be with you." "I know," she choked out, tears spilling down her cheeks. "I just... I miss him so much, Jesse." Jesse pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, holding her as if his arms alone could shield her from the weight of her grief. He didn’t say anything more—sometimes words weren’t enough. Instead, he just let her cry, offering his unwavering presence as comfort. Unbeknownst to them, their heartfelt moment was being observed from a distance. Jude, Noah’s brother, stood hidden among the shadows, watching the pair in silence. When Jude arrived home, he was startled to see Noah already up and moving around. His brother wasn’t exactly a morning person, and seeing him awake at this hour was unusual. But as Jude stepped inside, he realized Noah hadn’t even noticed him. "Noah," Jude called cautiously. Noah turned his head slightly to acknowledge his brother, then faced the television again, his posture slumped and listless. "You okay?" Jude asked, his voice tinged with concern. He couldn’t shake the unease left by what he’d witnessed at the beach earlier, and Noah’s silence only added to it. After a long pause, Noah hunched his shoulders further and finally turned to face Jude fully. His eyes were shadowed, his expression a mix of hurt and frustration. "I’m far from fine," Noah admitted, his voice heavy with emotion. "Hayley dumped me. Out of nowhere. No explanation." Jude frowned but said nothing, letting Noah vent. "And then..." Noah’s jaw clenched, and he seemed to struggle for control over his anger. "Then I saw her with another guy." His voice wavered, and he had to bite his tongue to keep from shouting outright. Jude’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Was he tall, maybe a little older than you, and bald?" Noah’s eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering to life. "Yeah, that’s him. How do you know that?" "I saw them at the beach on my way home from work," Jude admitted carefully. "They looked pretty close. He was comforting her, from what I could tell." Noah’s fists clenched at his sides, his breathing quickening. Jude could see the storm building in his brother’s eyes, but before he could say anything else, Noah shot to his feet and grabbed his keys. "Comforting her isn’t his job—it’s mine!" Noah shouted, his voice raw with anger and hurt. "Wait, Noah—" Jude started, but it was too late. Noah stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Jude stood there, stunned and uneasy, wondering if he’d made a mistake by telling Noah what he had seen. Shelley Sutherland moved quietly through the house, the smell of breakfast wafting up from the kitchen where Rhys was already busy preparing food. It was a quiet morning, but something felt off. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but the house carried an unusual stillness. Climbing the stairs, Shelley headed for Kirsty’s room. She knocked softly. “Kirsty? Breakfast is nearly ready, love.” When there was no response, Shelley knocked again, louder this time. Still nothing. Frowning, she opened the door, her gaze immediately falling to the neatly made bed. Her stomach twisted as her eyes moved to the corner of the room, where Kirsty’s packed bags were stacked neatly by the door. The sight hit her like a punch to the gut. Shelley stepped into the room, her heart pounding in her chest. “Kirsty?” she called out again, her voice trembling. Silence. Her hands shook as she glanced around the room, hoping for some clue, but everything was unnervingly tidy. Her chest tightened as she backed out of the room, clutching the doorframe for support. Downstairs, Rhys turned his head as Shelley came into view. The look on her face made him put down the spatula he was holding. “What is it?” he asked, already tense. Shelley took a shaky breath. “She’s gone. Kirsty’s gone. Her room is empty—her bags are packed.” The clang of the spatula hitting the counter echoed as Rhys shot out of the kitchen. “What do you mean, gone? Did she leave a note? Did you check the bathroom?” “No note,” Shelley said quietly. “And she’s not in the bathroom. Rhys… I don’t think she’s coming back.” At that moment, Dani walked into the living room, drawn by the commotion. Her arms were crossed, her expression unreadable. But as Shelley’s words registered, a flicker of something—relief?—passed over her face. “She’s gone?” Dani asked, her tone almost too neutral. Shelley’s sharp gaze turned to her eldest daughter. “Dani...” But Dani didn’t back down. “Well, good,” she muttered. “It’s about time she stopped dragging this family down.” “Dani, that’s enough!” Rhys barked, his voice rising. His worry was rapidly turning to frustration. Before the argument could escalate, Jade appeared in the doorway. Her hair was disheveled, and she still wore her pajamas, but her expression was hard. Her twin sister’s name fell from her lips like a curse. “Kirsty’s gone?” Jade asked, her voice cold. When Shelley nodded, Jade let out a huff and crossed her arms. “Good. After what she did, I never want to see her again.” “Jade, stop it,” Shelley pleaded, her voice shaking. “No, Mum!” Jade snapped, her voice rising. “She had an affair with my boyfriend, and then she slept with him. My boyfriend! How am I supposed to forgive that? How am I supposed to just… forget?” The room fell into a tense silence. Dani glanced at Jade, her lips twitching slightly as though she agreed but didn’t want to say so outright. Rhys rubbed his temples, looking torn between anger and concern. “She’s still your sister,” Shelley said firmly, her voice breaking slightly. “No matter what happened, she’s still a part of this family.” Jade’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t respond. Shelley’s shoulders slumped, the weight of the morning pressing heavily on her. Her eyes flickered to Rhys, who had gone silent but looked ready to storm out of the house to search for Kirsty himself. Dani leaned against the doorframe, her arms still crossed, her expression conflicted but leaning toward satisfaction. Jade, however, was unrelenting. Her cold gaze burned into the space where her twin once stood, her lips pressed into a thin line, as if she were holding back another torrent of words. The silence in the Sutherland house was deafening, the family grappling with the storm Kirsty had left behind. Shelley paced the living room, her fingers clutching her phone tightly. The tension in the room was palpable. Rhys sat at the dining table, his elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor, while Dani and Jade lingered near the doorway. Dani looked indifferent, even slightly smug, while Jade’s cold anger lingered just beneath the surface. Shelley finally stopped pacing and turned to face her family. “I’m calling Irene,” she announced, her voice steadier than she felt. Rhys looked up, his brow furrowed. “You think Kirsty’s with Nick?” “I don’t know,” Shelley admitted, her voice breaking slightly. “But where else would she go? Irene’s house is the most logical place.” Dani scoffed softly but said nothing. Shelley shot her a warning look before dialing Irene’s number, her hands trembling as she brought the phone to her ear. At Irene’s house, the sharp ring of the phone pierced the early morning quiet. Irene groaned softly as she shuffled down the stairs, tying her robe around her. Will followed close behind, rubbing his eyes, curiosity piqued by the urgency in Irene’s movements. “Who’s calling this early?” Will muttered, half-yawning. “I Don't know,” Irene replied, picking up the receiver. “But I reckon it’s important.” “Hello?” Irene said, her tone laced with both concern and irritation. “Irene, it’s Shelley,” came the shaky reply. Irene’s brow furrowed at the tension in Shelley’s voice. “Shelley, love, what’s goin’ on?” “I need to know if Nick’s there,” Shelley began quickly. “And if he’s seen Kirsty. She’s gone, Irene. Packed her bags and left without a word.” Irene’s breath caught. “Oh, love, I’m so sorry. But no, Nick’s not here—at least, not that I know of. Hang on, I’ll check with Will.” She turned to Will, who was leaning against the wall, listening intently. “D’you mind checking’ Nick’s room? Shelley’s sayin’ Kirsty’s gone missing’, and I want to be sure he’s not up there.” Will frowned but nodded, jogging up the stairs. “Yeah, I’ll have a look.” Irene stayed on the line, her heart heavy with worry as she listened to Shelley’s uneven breathing on the other end. “You sure she didn’t leave a note or give any clue about where she was going’?” Irene asked gently. “Nothing,” Shelley said, her voice cracking. “Just… nothing. Her bed’s made, her room’s spotless, and her bags are gone. I just thought—maybe she’s with Nick.” Upstairs, Will opened the door to Nick’s room. It was eerily tidy, the bed neatly made, but what struck him immediately was the absence of Nick’s belongings. He frowned, stepping closer, his eyes scanning the empty shelves and drawers. His stomach dropped as the realization hit him. “Irene!” he called out, his voice loud and urgent. Back downstairs, Irene’s face paled as she heard the tone of Will’s voice. “What is it?” she yelled back, already dreading the answer. Will leaned over the railing, his expression grim. “Nick’s stuff is gone. He’s done a runner—with Kirsty.” Irene’s free hand flew to her mouth, her heart pounding. “Oh, crikey,” she whispered, the words barely audible. On the other end of the line, Shelley’s breath hitched. “What? Nick’s gone too?” Irene didn’t reply immediately, her mind racing as the weight of Will’s discovery settled in. The room felt like it had closed in around her, the shock hitting her like a tidal wave. “Yes,” she finally said, her voice shaking. “It looks like he’s gone with her.” The line went silent for a long moment, the enormity of the situation sinking in for both women.