1: Chapter One

September 6, 1894
11:30 PM PST

"Jules! Verne! Wake up, everybody!" 'Doc' Emmett L. Brown yelled to his kids. "We've gotta test the time machine!"

Jules and Verne stepped both out of their beds, changed clothes and went into the main room. "Dad?" Verne asked half-asleep. "Why do we have to went up so early?"

Doc turned to them. "I told you, the time machine is ready. We've been planning this for two weeks, to be exactly since Friday, August 24th, 1894, and now the first time travelling trip of this train in human history is gonna happen!" He smiled. "Follow me to the train."

Jules and Verne followed their Dad outside and saw the time train. Doc had been busy with it for the past nine years. Or, just like their Dad would say: Eight years, ten months and eighteen days.

"Where's mom?" Verne asked. "I don't see her anywhere." Doc turned to his son. "Don't worry, she's in the train" he said. "Let's go over to it."

Once they were inside the time machine and Clara had joined them, Doc switched the time circuits on. "These are the time circuits" Doc said and pointed to them. "This one tells you where you're going, this one tells you where you are, and this one tells you where you were." He pointed to the keypad. "You input your destination on this keypad. Say… you want to see the Declaration of Independence…" and he putted in JUL 04 1776 06:00 AM, "…or witness the birth of Christ!" and he inputted DEC 25 0000 06:00 AM. Then he realised something and changed it to DEC 25 0001 06:00 AM. He looked up to his kids.

"This," he said, "is the time we're gonna input!" He putted in SEP 07 1894 12:00 PM and pointed to the present time. "It's 11:52 now" he muttered. "That'll give the train seven minutes to head up to 88 miles per hour."

"Time travel" Jules muttered. "So that's what you're planning."

Doc turned to his youngest son. "That's right" he said. "Ninety years into the future; going back to 1985. I'll be going home! But first we have to finish this one."

They all got out and Doc took a remote control. "If this baby hits 88 miles per hour" he muttered, "…well, you know what's gonna happen then." With a smile he pulled the handle down and the train started to drive away, going on a steady twenty miles per hour. It whistled.

"Whoa!" Verne called. "It drives on his own!"

A few minutes later, the train had reached his destination. Doc checked his watch – it turned just to 11:58. "Follow me!" he yelled to his family. They went to the track, on the way the train would go. Doc then started to remote and the family saw how the train was making strange noises. When the speedometer reached fifty Doc pulled the metre down and the train started to move into their position. Jules and Verne tried to walk away, but their father pulled them back.

"Watch this watch this!" he yelled excited. He took a glimpse of the speedometer – seventy miles per hour.

"Emmett, are you sure this is safe?" Clara asked. "It's only a quart mile away from us!"

"Sure!" Doc yelled. He looked at the speedometer. It said 85, 86, 87…then it reached 88. The train started to glow up and about ten metres before the Brown family it disappeared into the future, leaving two streaks of fire behind. The entire family watched amazed and Doc yelled: "What am I telling you, eighty-eight miles per hour!" He checked his watch. "The temporal displacement occurred at exactly 11:59 pm and zero seconds!" He slapped himself for the head.

"Whoa Dad!" Verne yelled. "You disintegrated the train!" "Calm down Vernie I didn't disintegrate anything!" Doc yelled. "You see, I send it into the future! At exact 12:00 am and zero seconds we will catch up with the train!"

Clara looked at her husband. "It looks like it worked!" She started to dance with him, while Verne and Jules were still watching the place where the train came from. Then Doc's watch beeped.

"Look out!" he yelled and pushed his family out of the way – just in time, because the time train just re-appeared. It drove off, but Doc stopped it. Jules looked at him.

"This is great, Dad" he muttered. "This is great."

Doc smiled. "Go back to bed, everybody!" he yelled. "Tomorrow, we're going back to the future!"

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"Everyone ready?" Doc asked. The entire Brown family was packed in the time train with their stuff."

"Ready" Jules answered. "Let's go, Dad".

Doc smiled. He hit the gas and speeded away. The time train reached ten, fifteen, twenty miles per hour…

"I'm inputting our destination time" Doc yelled. "Monday, September 7th 2019, 06:00 AM!" He paused to put that time in the keypad. "Okay, we're going on a steady 30 miles per hour now!" he yelled.

Jules walked over to his Dad. "Why to that date?" he asked. "It's 125 years in the future" Doc answered. "We've got to hover-convert the train, so it can fly."

"A flying train?" Verne asked, excited. "Wow, I always loved flying stuff, however it isn't invented yet. This is gonna be so amazing!"

"Okay, we're going forty!" Doc yelled. Then they heard a strange noise from the back. "What's that?" Clara asked. Jules walked to the back. "It's the gas! The gas tank is starting to get out of fuel!" he yelled.

"Great Scott!" Doc yelled. "If we run outta gas, we've gotta stop, but we can't stop because we're gonna crash into Eastwood Ravine then!" Doc knew the bridge was already finished, but there had a part broken and they were repairing it. Even with this kind of speed they wouldn't reach the opposite but crash into the ravine. He turned to his kids. "Someone has to go and fill it on!"

"No Emmett, I'm not gonna let one of the boys go" Clara said. "It's too dangerous. I can't let it happen to them."

Doc looked at his wife. "Clara, if they don't, the train will run out of gas. By my calculations we will going by then…seventy-two miles per hour."

"I'll go" Jules said. He turned to his mom. "I'm sorry Mom but if I don't we could die all."

Doc smiled. "That's very brave of you, Jules." He opened a box and got out two walkie-talkies. "Here's a walkie-talkie for contact."

Jules then noticed something. "Dad! Hold yourself on!" he yelled. A giant explosion was heard pulling the train forward with extra power. The speedometer now jumped from 48 to 55.

"The Presto Logs?" Clara asked. Doc smiled for excuse. "It had to" he said. He turned to his son. "Jules, go. We're going on a steady fifty-eight miles per hour now."

Jules Brown went out of the train with a can filled with gas and a walkie-talkie. "Okay, Brown" he said to himself. "Go for it. You can do it." He paused for a while. "Nice and easy…"

"Sixty!" his father yelled into the walkie-talkie. "Okay, I'm now heading for the gas tank" Jules answered. He started to walk slowly to the gas tank on the edge of the train.

"It's not hard, it's just to do not look down…" he told himself. But accidentally he did, and a shiver went through him and he almost fell off the edge.

"Sixty-five!" his Dad yelled. "Ya better hurry!" "I do" Jules muttered. "Dad, why did you have to put that gas tank on the end of the train?" he thought.

Yeah, now he was getting closer. Closer and closer. Jules hold himself very good and told himself it wasn't that hard. It really wasn't.

"Seventy!" Doc yelled. Jules began to be panic but…he arrived! He made it! "I am there!" he yelled. Quickly he opened the gas tank which shivered very fast. He putted the gas in it – just in time. The tank was safe.

Inside the train Doc saw how the feared seventy-two miles per hour came along without problems. "Yes!" he told himself and got the walkie-talkie. "Jules, everything's fine!"

"Okay, Dad!" Jules answered. Now he had to get back. The machine was going very fast, and Jules felt he was probably not gonna make it. "Come on, go" he told himself.

"Seventy-five!" the voice of his father informed him. "Hurry up, Jules!" The time displacement would kill his son if he would still be out of the train.

"I'm coming!" Jules yelled. Slowly he went over…slowly…not to fast… and then the event came nobody expected.

The second explosion came along.

Jules felt nearly off the train, and had only one arm to hold the train, which was going faster then ever. "Dad! Help!" he yelled.

Then Verne realised something.

"Slip Jules the hoverboard!" he yelled. And yeah, Doc picked up the board and hold it out of the train.

"Jules, we're going eighty and I'm gonna slip you the hoverboard!" he yelled. "Catch it!"

"Go for it Dad!" Jules yelled. His father let the hoverboard go. On that moment Jules couldn't have it anymore and he felt – on the hoverboard. He managed to grab the train and hovered closer.

"Come on Jules!" Doc yelled. His son was almost at him. "We're going eighty-four…eighty-five!"

On that moment Jules' hand reached his Dad's. Both fell inside, and Jules managed to pick up the hoverboard. Then three sonic booms were heard and just a few inches before the end of the bridge the time machine departed to 2019.