Disclaimer: I do not own Back to the Future.
January 18, 198612:00 PM PST
Seventeen-year-old Marty McFly was resting on his bed, as he was feeling tired. His girlfriend, Jennifer Parker, was at Lone Pine Mall with some of her friends - and Doc was planning a family trip with his wife, Clara, and their two boys. The boys' names were Jules and Verne - who were named after their favourite author, Jules Verne.
Marty sighed to himself, as he thought of Doc's family. While he was happy that Doc did manage to find love, he couldn't help but long for the days when Doc lived alone in the garage. He knew he shouldn't be selfish, but he liked having Doc to himself.
Suddenly, the telephone beside his bed began to ring. He was the only one home at this time, and he wondered who was calling. He sighed, as he answered the phone.
"Yo," Marty replied, as he picked the receiver. He wondered if it might be one of his buddies from their rock band, The Pinheads. He had just written a new song.
"Hey, Marty," called out a familiar voice. "If you don't have any plans for right now, I was wondering if you might be able to come over. I really need you to run an errand with me. I hope it's okay with you. I'm really not meaning to impose or anything."
"Yeah, all right," Marty said, sighing. "I guess I could come over for a little while. I hope it's not going to be for too long, though. I am really feeling tired right now. It was a rather stressful week at school, I guess. I was really hoping to relax."
"It shouldn't take very long," Doc replied. "I do still have plans to take Clara and the boys on a little trip. It is just that I really need something that won't be out until next week. I guess you could guess what I'm trying to tell you. Can you come over?"
"All right, Doc," Marty replied, as he figured the errand would involve time travel. "I will be right over. There's nobody else home right now. I guess I'll see you soon."
"Thank you, Marty," Doc replied, gratefully. "This is really a gift that I decided to pick up for Verne. He actually scored a 100 percent on his test, so I decided to give him a treat. Anyway, I guess I'll be seeing you in about ten minutes or so. See you later!"
After Marty hung up the phone, he stretched his arms. He figured that travelling one week in the future wouldn't be too bad. However, he may have to avoid his younger self. He wasn't sure whether his older self would be in the future, or not.
He began to wonder why Doc couldn't just wait a week, like everyone else. After all, it could be a pretty good lesson in patience for Verne. He could not quite understand why Doc suddenly decided to use time travel for such a frivolous purpose.
Marty reached for his skateboard, as he started to take off for the Brown's house. He hoped that the trip to the future would be a quick one. He was feeling very tired.
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By the time Marty reached Doc's home, he was feeling nervous. What if there were no older versions of Marty and Doc, and they were presumed to be missing? It was quite unsettling, as his parents would most likely ground him - or, worse yet, forbid him to spend time with Doc. This was one thought he really did not wish to ponder.
"It's great to see you, Marty," Doc gushed, as soon as Marty showed up. "I usually don't use the time machine for such minor purposes, but Verne worked so hard on his studies. He sometimes feels very insecure about not being as smart as Jules."
"Yeah, I know what that's like," Marty replied, nodding. "So what are we planning to pick up exactly? Is it a Nintendo game? Verne sure loves playing video games."
"That's exactly what I had on mind," Doc replied, smiling. "Anyway, Clara just baked some coffee cake, and I figured you would love to eat with us. Some food could help you feel more awake and alert. Anyway, how does that sound to you, Marty?"
"Oh, I would love that, Doc!" Marty gushed. "The coffee cake smells scrumptious. It is always a pleasure to join you folks for meals. I am, in fact, feeling quite hungry."
"Hey, Daddy," Jules asked, as he stepped into the kitchen. "Why don't I get a little present everytime I get a 100 percent on my test? It's really not fair, Daddy!"
"Look, honey," Doc replied, as he scooped up Jules, "your brother is not as gifted as you are. He had to study hard to earn that 100 percent. Your teacher had suggested that I skip you up ahead a grade or two, but I told her that I wouldn't do that."
"Why not, Daddy?" Jules asked, pleadingly. "I can handle fourth grade. Anyway, I study for my tests, too. Verne needs to study more, and not goof off so much."
"You enjoy school," Doc reminded his son. "Verne doesn't so much. You and Verne have different talents, and it's not fair to treat you as if you were really the same."
"I guess," Jules said, sighing. "Why won't you let me enter fourth grade, though. It would be wonderful to actually be in a higher grade than other kids of my age."
"Honey, there's your social life to think about," Doc pointed out. "When I was your age, my teacher also felt I could be skipped ahead a grade or two. My parents did decide it wasn't really the best move to make. I was happy about their decision."
"Let's have brunch, now," Clara suggested, as she stepped into the kitchen. "Jules, your father is just looking out after your best interest. Kids who are skipped ahead are usually not treated very well. We don't want you to be treated badly, honey."
"It's just not fair, though," Jules whined. "Why do the smart kids get discriminated against? Why do so many people act like being intelligent is such a bad thing?"
"I think a lot of it might have to do with jealousy," Marty explained. "There were times when I did envy your dad, because I wished I could be as smart as him. I agree it's wrong to act hostile towards intelligence, though. It is a real shame."
"That really sums it up," Doc agreed, as everyone headed into the dining room. "It is ironic, when you think about it. Many people are jealous of the intellectual types, and the intellectual types are often treated badly by their peers. It's seems so strange."
As everyone took their seats at the table, Marty thought about the conversation they just had. While Jules and Verne got along most of the time, Jules often gave Verne a hard time about not being as smart as him. The prejudice actually went both ways.
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"Are you ready, Marty?" Doc asked, as soon as the table was cleared off. "We'll just go seven days into the future. This would be January 25. It should not take us more than an hour to pick up the game, and then return to this date. It should be quick."
"Why do you need me to come with you, though?" Marty asked, confused. "I mean, it would be really nice for us to have another time travel adventure together, but this is not exactly a long trip. I'm very worried that we might run into our other selves."
"To be honest, this was the other reason I wanted to take the trip," explained Doc. "I remember that we ended up in this alternate reality, during that time we had jumped ahead by one minute. It turned out there was a problem with the flux capacitor."
"I guess I would be curious to find out," Marty said, quietly. "What if we turn up to be missing for a week, though. My parents wouldn't be very happy about it, you know."
"Don't worry, Marty," Doc said, as he headed to the garage. "We plan to come back here right after we pick up the game. We would undo everything. So everything will be fine. Just stick with me at all times, and everything will absolutely be fine."
"Well, you're the doc, Doc," Marty replied, sighing. As Doc opened up the DeLorean doors, Marty added, "It will really be nice to spend a little of time alone with you."
"It was pretty agonizing," commented Doc, softly, "spending all those years without you. I guess I wanted to use this as another excuse for us to spend time together."
Marty tried to relax, as he stepped into the DeLorean. After Doc stepped in, he set the destination for JAN 25 1986. Marty wondered what may happen within a week.
"I love spending time wih you, Doc," Marty commented, as he flashed Doc a lopsided smile. "I don't feel as tired as I did before. That coffee cake was delicious, and I love spending time with you. I am really happy that you invented the time machine."
"I'm glad you appreciate it," Doc replied, smiling. "We'll just head over to Hill Valley Park, and then we'll head into the future. This should be a quick trip, I believe."
Marty smiled at Doc, as his older friend drove off to Hill Valley Park. Marty felt quite jittery, as he wondered what would be happening within one week.
"All right, Marty," Doc warned, as he began hovering the DeLorean, "brace yourself for temporal displacement." Marty slowly took in a deep breath, as Doc accelerated the DeLorean to 88 miles per hour. The DeLorean then broke the time barrier.