Disclaimer: none of the characters used in this story from the BTTF films belong to me. Any other characters are of my creation.

This is my next story currently in the works. Read and enjoy, and please let me know what you think so far!!

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Part 1: i) Taking No Notice

Monday, 28th July 1986
9:30 a.m.
McFly residence

With a single click the radio came to life with lively guitar chords.

The grainy voice of Bryan Adams filled the room instantly, waking the occupant from his coma. A small muffled groan escaped from beneath the covers as a hand lifted high and wide to end the drone of the radio. The hand searched, until the radio came into grasp. The music ended sharply.

Marty dragged his head from under his sheets, making his hair static in the process. The piercing sunlight caught his eye, forcing him to squint in order to see. Slowly, whilst in half a daze, Marty reached for his alarm clock above him to find his bearings. It was 9:34 a.m.

Groaning in defeat, Marty resigned himself to the need to leave his bed behind to rejoin reality. His bed was always welcomed, especially during the holidays. Burying his head in the pillow one last time, he threw the covers off the bed entirely, and dragged himself to his clothes drawers.

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Lorraine had already risen hours before, more as a habit rather than a purpose. Linda sat at the breakfast table, content with her cereal and orange juice and her weekly woman magazine, as usual. The new diet was working well, even though the rest of the family didn't think she needed to lose weight. But she had a boyfriend to impress, and a social life to lead.

Lorraine joined her at the table, remaining standing as she ate her toast and melted cheese. She'd managed to retain her figure from youth, in a small part due to George because she wanted to remain beautiful to him. Her daughter paid no attention when she moved over to the table.

"So, what are your plans today? Are you seeing Gregg?"

Linda looked up in part disgust. Her mother never seemed to keep track of her social life at all.

"Course I'm not! I dumped Gregg last week! That's the last time he fobs me off with some daft excuse." Taking a quick sup of her orange juice, she clarified. "No, I'm meeting Richard tonight – at the cinema."

Looking a little bemused, Lorraine leaned forward slowly onto the back of the chair. "Who's Richard?"

"Oh, just some guy I met at Dave's work. He knows Dave quite well – lives near him actually."

"Really? Does he work with Dave?"

"He sometimes delivers parcels to the office, things like that…"

Just as the conversation was taking off Marty entered the room. Lorraine moved her attention away to other matters as she made her way to the counter behind.

"Morning Marty. Sleep well?"

Although still drowsy, Marty answered with a nod of his head. His static hair bounced in time with his nod – quickly noted when Linda made a short snigger into her glass at the sight. He smoothed it down with his hand instantly.

"There's some orange juice in the fridge if you want some, Marty," Lorraine called to her youngest, "and there's plenty of bread in the bread bin."

"Sure thing, mom, I'll get something." Marty replied.

Lorraine returned, handbag in hand, and her jacket on.

"You off out somewhere, mom?" Linda asked, noting the handbag.

"Just for a bit of shopping. I shouldn't be long. Do you want anything while I'm out – either of you?"

"I'm fine," Linda replied.

"No thanks," Marty called from the fridge. Lorraine nodded, turning to head for the front door. Just as she reached the door she turned back to add:

"Linda, will you take out the garbage when you get a minute?"

"Sure thing mom," Linda replied in a flat tone, not taking her eyes from the magazine to take note. The article had captured her complete concentration.

Lorraine rolled her eyes, knowing her daughter's mind lay in the magazine. Sighing, she stepped out for the day, hoping to return to a home with its garbage can full outside for a change.

The door closed softly behind Linda as she finally surfaced from her magazine. Carrying some toast, Marty rounded the corner to face where she sat. Seeing her younger brother helped to trigger her memory from earlier in the morning.

"Oh, Jennifer Parker called about half an hour ago. I told you I'm not your answering service!"

"But you do such a fine job! You're also cheaper."

Linda looked and smirked sarcastically with her head to one side. "You meeting up with her today – again?"

Marty shook his head as the last piece of toast entered his mouth. He swallowed to clear his throat as he answered, "No, I told her I was goin' over to see Doc today. Find out how the conference went over the weekend. Why?"

"Just wondering." Linda soon lost interest in the conversation.

Wiping the breadcrumbs from his hands on his jeans, Marty took a step towards the table to take a closer look at the day's newspaper. There hadn't been much activity in the town of Hill Valley recently – as could be clearly seen by the bulk of information the newspaper had to offer.

The headline was short and to the point:

"Police Track New Clues In Search For Bank Thieves "

Marty quickly scanned the page for the important details. All $7,255 the thieves had taken from the Central Bank of California in downtown Hill Valley had been recovered by police in a house raid on the other side of town. The robbery had only occurred two days earlier, but the robbers had still managed to evade capture.

Returning to his thoughts of the day, Marty replaced the newspaper on the table and made his way over to the front door, jacket in hand. The news escaped his mind as quickly as it had entered. Before leaving the house, he couldn't resist turning to his sister and saying, "Don't forget to take the garbage out Linda!" in a mocking tone.

Linda took the joke well – her response was to throw her magazine at her younger brother. He hurriedly closed the door to shield himself from the danger of a paper cut.