(Once again) A new story, this time based on Kristen Sheley's (If I wrote the name wrong, just say it. I never write it the good way) Hill Valley Chronicles, in which Marty is stuck in 1885 with Doc and Clara - this time, he's stuck in 1955. This story is actually the prologue - I hope I'll finish it soon, and when I do, I'll be adding the first part of the serie, called (the serie, then) Stranded In A Foreign Time.

Anyway... hope you like it. Review!

PS: I don't exactly need suggestions this time - I already got a couple of ideas, like having Doc meeting a far relative of Clara and finally marrying her - and having Marty marry Mary Parker. But, the ones who've red Travelling Through Dimensions - I mean the last chapter 'til now, about the Calvin Klein Universe - have probably already guessed this.

Chapter One

Saturday, November 12, 1955
10:01 PM PST
Hill Valley, California

Marty McFly was really nervous right now. To do not say really, really nervous. He was doing an experiment with Dr. Emmett Brown, known as "Crazy Old Doc Brown". And if that wasn't strange enough, this experiment would be having major effects on the rest of his life.

The DeLorean time machine, as the vehicle was called he was driving in, was speeding with a speed of about 60 miles per hour towards the spot where the "START HERE" line was pointed. Yes, a time machine. A time machine which was supposed to drag Marty, an 1980s boy, back to the future. A future which he never attempted to leave, but which he was dragged back in while escaping the terrorists.

Marty couldn't help himself but smile, as he recalled the shocking moments of the first unveiling of the time machine, still thirty years away. He had lived through events more shocking soon afterwards. Seeing Doc, his best friend, shot by terrorists. Driving away from them, accidentally ending up in 1955. Stopping his parents from falling in love, and spending an entire week to bring them back together. In fact, it wasn't until one hour ago they actually got together – and Marty's future life was saved.

In a swing, the teenager pulled the time machine to a halt after the line. He opened the gull-wing door, got out and connected the hook which was supposed to hit the line above the street which would catch the lightning at the same moment less than three minutes in the future. If only that worked, Marty would return to the future. And the teen was sure it worked.

Returning in the car, Marty tried to think of nice thoughts. But soon enough the thought came back in his mind – Doc would be shot by terrorists. He really didn't want to make his friend meet such a future, but he had done everything. "Dammit Doc" the teenager muttered, "Why did you have to tear up that letter? If only I had more time..."

Then, a thought occurred to him. "Wait a minute, I got all the time I want! I got a time machine! I'll just go back early and warn him." He began putting in the new destination time on the keypad. As he succeeded, he smiled. "10 minutes ought to do it."

The proud teenager turned around to look over all the inventions in the thing. "Time circuits on, flux capacitor…" he had a hard time to think of a word, "fluxing, engine running, all right!" Right then, the engine stopped running.

"No, no, no, no, no, c'mon, c'mon!" Marty called out, nervously trying to start the engine again. And quick – the time circuits turned to 10.02 now. "C'mon, c'mon, here we go, this time. Please, please, c'mon!" It didn't work, however. Hopeless lost, the teenager slammed his hand on the horn – causing the car to start working!

Yes! I don't know how, but it works! Let's go McFly!

Marty pressed the gas and sped off towards the Courthouse. The time was coming close now – less than two minutes, maybe even less than hundred seconds. To his relief, the speed went faster quick. Okay, this just had to stay so, and it would work.

Speeding up the car even more, Marty smiled as the needle hit 60 miles per hour on the dashboard. Still, he was going faster and faster. Yup, Doc's experiment sure was going to work.

The teenager waved some sweat before his face away and saw to his relief the speed was now 73…74…75. The clock said 10.03 – it was only a minute to go before the lightning would strike the clock tower. And everything was fine. Marty would go back home.

Then, something unexpected happened. A huge bolt of lightning struck the tree Marty was riding next to, and a huge branch of the tree hit the front window of the DeLorean. "Shit!!" the teenager called, hopeless trying to avoid obstacles, but the tree branch was in his way. "Damn! Why had this thing to happen now!" The time machine began to swerve to the left, than to the right, than back to the left… than it swerved back to the right, hitting a trash can. The time machine was lanced into the air and landed on… or better, crashed against the wall of the Courthouse a few hundred metres further. The dreams to return were over.

Doc Brown was smiling when he saw the DeLorean heading his way. The time machine worked, everything worked. He just had to connect the cable. He was about to swerve down to the ground, when he saw something strange happen. A tree got struck by lightning, a branch fell on the time machine and it began to swerve dramatically.

"Great Scott! What's happening!" Doc thought, looking at the time vehicle, but at the same time it hit a trash can and was crashed to the wall of the Courthouse, smashed into pieces.

The inventor knew what to do right away. The lightning bolt was not important anymore – he was even more worried if the teenager would even get out of the accident alive. He connected the wires and slipped along them down. Just as he hit the ground, lightning struck the clock tower as it just turned to 10.04 PM. Doc didn't care about it anymore. The health of Marty was right now more important to concern.

As Doc reached the DeLorean, he saw it had, indeed, crashed. The time machine was not to repair anymore – the seats had been destroyed, the flux capacitor rolled out of it in two pieces and when Doc opened the gull-wing door he saw the time circuits dying out, for the last time displaying the Destination Time: October 26th 1985 01:24 AM. Doc didn't care he'd inputted 1:35 – the crash might've changed it, after all – but he searched someone else. And that was when he found him.

Marty was clanged between two destroyed seats, blood all over his body. His head was wounded deep, and he didn't look really living. But the scientist still heard his heart beating. "Good, at least he's alive" the scientist thought relieved and tried to move his friend out of the vehicle. It gave him a hard time, hurting himself more than once, but after a few minutes, he'd finally succeed.

The scientist went to the kid with a huge pile of concern. "Marty" he whispered. The teenager didn't react. "Marty. It's me, it's Doc."

That seemed to wake up the teenager a little, but he still didn't move. "Marty, it's me. Say something, Marty. Marty, wake up. Wake up, Marty." No response. He'd have to carry him to his Packard.

Doc picked up the unconscious teenager and dragged him away. The little height of the teen surprised him, but that was probably because he was really small for his age. Doc wouldn't have cared anyway.

As the 35-year-old finally placed Marty on the seat next to him, he was feeling really nervous. What would he do when Marty would wake up? There was no way he'd be getting back to the future with the current time vehicle right now. But… could he tell Marty that? Could he tell him he was stranded a thirty years before his time? Thirteen years before he even was born?

The scientist let out a sigh, as he started driving. Marty would recover from the accident, he was sure of that piece. He'd studied medical things next to science and knew about them. But would he ever be able to recover from the fact he was stuck in 1955?

As Doc Brown entered his own house, the first thing he saw was the clock. It was 10.40, and still Marty hadn't woken up yet. He figured he might as well call the doctor to check up on "Calvin Klein". The scientist wondered how Lorraine and George were going to react when they heard Marty was hurt badly – real badly.

As the inventor putted Marty down on the bench, he sighed deep. What was he going to do now? His friend was still out, heart beating slowly. How long might it take before he'd wake up? Minutes? Hours? Even days? Weeks?

Well, there was only one person who could tell, Doc thought as he gently placed a blanket over the unconscious body. He grabbed the phone and called the town's doctor. "Yes? It's me, Dr. Emmett Brown. I'm afraid something went wrong with my nephew, Calvin Klein…"

Waiting was something Doc hated. It blew up his thoughts, it confused all over his mind. He, simply put, couldn't just sit down and do nothing at all. It was so useless the scientist had no words for it.

He glanced up to the door of the room where the doctor was examining Marty. But, of course, there was no movement. He could've known better. The doctor had been in there for 33 minutes now.

Sighing, the inventor began to walk up and down the room, glancing at the clock – 11:43. And still no move. Maybe it would even take until midnight until…

"Dr. Brown?"

Startled, the scientist turned around. "Yes, doctor?" he replied nervously. If only Marty was okay…

"I came to tell you I'm ready checking up your nephew" the doctor told him. "He's fine, but he really should be getting some weeks rest. His head will probably recover soon, however it could give him a headache in the next weeks. Be prepared for that. He also should stay in bed for the next couple of days."

"Good" replied Doc, happy that Marty was okay. "What about the sleeping?"

A frown. "I beg your pardon?"

"Mar-Calvin has been unconscious since the accident, which was at approximately 10.03 PM, and that's 1 hour and 42 minutes ago now" Doc said, glancing at the clock. "Are you sure that's okay?"

"Positive" the doctor smiled. "It's normal to be out for a couple of hours. Sleep is a really good medicine, so there would be nothing wrong if he sleeps through the next day. If he hasn't woken up Monday morning, though, you could as well warn me. And do that also when your nephew wakes up, so I can check him again."

The scientist grinned, still unused by people calling Marty "his nephew". "Thanks, doctor."

"No problem" replied the doctor. "What I wanted to ask you, though – how did the accident happen? I heard Calvin would be returning to his hometown this evening… did something go wrong with one of your experiments?"

"Actually, yes" said Doc, nervous because he had to lie. There was no way he'd be able to tell the truth. "Before catching the train, Calvin and I wanted to spend some time with my weather experiment, and Calvin was about to go away with my, uh, car, when lightning hit a tree, and a branch hit the car – causing Calvin to swerve, and crash the car into the Courthouse wall." At least, that wasn't a complete lie. It had been some sort of a weather experiment, and Marty was on his way home when the tree got stuck. Only, that home was not exactly where the doctor expected!

"Ah, I see" the doctor replied slowly. "Well, good luck, both of you. I've got to go home." He grabbed his cape and departed through the back door.

Doc sighed. He was back alone, now. Well, with Marty, but he didn't count, being out. Suddenly, the scientist felt a feeling of loneliness creep over him. He never had that before, although he'd lived alone in the mansion for the past twelve years.

He figured he'd gotten to use to Marty's presence, and now the teen was not around… (well, at least not conscious) he felt alone. And there was no cue when Marty would wake up. He might not even wake up that night at all.

Trying to distract his thoughts, the inventor grabbed a tape and started filming. "Date: Saturday, November 12th 1955, 11:57 PM" he babbled in the recorder. "Tonight's time travel experiment… was not exactly a success, I figure. The time vehicle was hit by a tree, causing it to swerve around, hit a trash can and crash into the Courthouse wall. I managed on my own to free Marty from the wreckage, and get him home. I called the doctor afterwards. I'm not sure how he will get back to the future now. At first, his condition has to be stabile. Then, we'll start worrying."

Doc took another glance at the teen, as he putted the tape out. He was lying down real peaceful. It was almost like he hadn't been in an accident only less than two hours ago. Although, the scientist knew that was the horrifying truth.

As he sat down, he heard the clock strike twelve long hours. Perfect. There was another 6 hours and 25 minutes to go before sunlight would brake down. 6 hours and 25 minutes too long.

The inventor putted the TV on to get some distraction. The last thing he'd had to do was sleep – he wanted to be awake when Marty would regain consciousness. How long that even might take. However… Doc was tired. Awfully tired. He'd been awake for seventeen hours now, and spent most of the time worrying about getting Marty back to the future. He was up. His energy was up. All his body wanted to was sleeping.

"Come on" the scientist told himself firmly. "You've been awake for various long night hours during experiments, you can make this as well. Do it for Marty. He's your friend… at least he will be, one day. You owe it to him."

The doctor in science sighed for what seemed to be the hundredth time (or more) that night, as he went up and walked off to the kitchen to prepare some coffee – that, as he hoped, would clear up his mind. Probably. Hopefully.

As he dropped the coffee beans in the coffeemaker, he began to think. It was about 12:15 AM, and there was still a long night to go to wake with his friend. "And then?" he thought. "What are you gonna do when Marty wakes up? Tell him the time machine was… destroyed? Smashed, crashed, wrecked, impossible to repair damaged? Tell him he's stuck, a thirty years before his own time… a thirteen years before he even is born?" He breathed. Telling Marty that was not exactly a happy foresight.

But what he'd had to do? One look at the time vehicle told him the thing would never drive again, let alone travel through time. And building another time machine while he still had to make the first one…

The worries came soon. How would Marty's presence in 1950s Hill Valley disrupt history? His family was okay – all of the siblings were back on the photograph. But if only one little thing went else the world could change drastically.

The De…Loreans? Was that how Marty called the car the time vehicle was made of? They could be invented years before they originally were. It could've a major impact on the space-time continuum. Even construct a time paradox. And the consequences of that could be disastrous. It could end all live on earth, make continue of the human specie impossible… it was just too terrible to think about.

And to stop it from ever becoming reality, the scientist realised as the coffeemaker told him the coffee was ready, he'd have to go out and get the wreckage of the time vehicle over to his lab before sunlight. But how? How was he supposed to get out while he had a patient at his house who could wake up any minute… or not for a couple of hours. It was such a hopeless situation that even Doc's genius mind could barely invent a conclusion, a solution to the problem. He'd just have to wait… and, as mentioned earlier on, waiting was something Doc hated.

Still, he had to get out. He had to grab the DeLorean's wreck and bring it up to the garage where it would be hidden until the commotion had slowed down. The risk of people seeing the vehicle right now at the spot it was – right in front of what was considered the most visited place in Hill Valley, Courthouse Square, was just too big. If someone only would see it…

If he'd leave it behind it would be real news, in a few hours known by the entire town. The rumours would tell everyone a space ship had landed in Hill Valley, and everyone would get over to see it – not realising they were doing amazingly much damage to the space-time continuum. But of course, he did not exactly like the thought of going out at half an hour after midnight. But if it was for the better of the space-time continuum, he could do it.

Sighing, the inventor drank his coffee and zapped the TV out. He softly picked up the unconscious teenager next to him and carried him away to the Packard, still being worried about him really much. But, after what seemed to be an eternity, Doc had picked his stuff and mantle and drove off to the place it happened.

Doc started thinking, while driving the car. It was now impossible to repair the time vehicle, so Marty was stranded in 1950s Hill Valley. How would he do that? He could let him stay at the mansion for the next few years, interacting with as less people as possible. But would Marty be able to do that?

The teenager's words on that fateful evening he invented the flux capacitor – and first met up with him stayed repeating itself in his mind. "Stuck here?" the teen had called, his voice strangled between fear, angriness and disbelief. "I can't be stuck here!" Well, he was now. "I got a life in 1985!" Sure you have. But you'll have to leave it behind. "I got a girl!"

A girl…

Marty would have to miss her now, as well, and when she ever would be born he'd be an adult in his early thirties, not be able to date the love of his life anymore. The scientist began to feel bad for his young friend. He never had a girlfriend. Well, there were girls pretending to like him in the late thirties, and early forties, but that had stopped when he got his state as the town's crackpot by the end of World War II. They started to hate him, ignore him… maybe the last thing was even worse. Better having something bad said to him than nothing. But would Marty have to go through that hell as well? Would he…

Quickly, he thought those thoughts away. Marty was okay, at least, he didn't seem to have major injuries except his head wound but that would only leave a headache, his existence was saved on the same night… how lucky can a human being be?

Are you really lucky when you're thrown away from your own time, stranded in another time period, forced to stay in the house of the guy who invented the thing what made you stuck? Can you even like him afterwards and not feel angry to death every time you see him?

Doc shook his head. Marty wouldn't think so. Well, in the first weeks maybe, but afterwards he could get used to the 1950s. It was not like he was in the Dark Ages, like it wasn't November 13th 1955, but November 13th 1355, and he was forced to burn as a heretic the next day…

"But still, he's in a place and time he never wanted to come in the first place" Doc thought. "And I'm the fault of it. If I hadn't invented that damn time machine, none of this would ever have happened. And now I have to invent the time machine, or else we could have a time paradox. If only…"

Another thought came up to the scientist, as he parked the Packard in front of the Square. Marty was never supposed to be send back to the fifties in the first place, according to the video. According to that, Doc would go to the year 2010, and Marty could just go home afterwards. But, what was the teen than doing up here? Had something…had something gone wrong? Doc's older self had been really scared of something on the video. And that dog… Einstein, as Marty called him, had been barking loudly. Had that something to do with all those things Marty always had tried to tell him in the past week?

Doc sighed about himself, as he stepped out of the car. Of course nothing had happened. He was all right in the future, and maybe he'd just send Marty back as a test, or because of the teen wanted to see the 1950s. A little voice in his back head told him that couldn't be true – Marty obviously hated the 50s – but he didn't want to listen to it. He was happy with his current reasoning.

As the inventor walked up to the time vehicle, he was still stunned, even now he'd seen a glance of it only two and a half hours ago. It was a wreck, over covered with rain that had dropped in the past hour. But still, it was mostly still in one piece, and hard to move. It would be a hard duty for the next time.

Sighing, Doc began on the job. The first thing he moved was the flux capacitor – it was being shattered, reminding Doc about his own barely started work on the younger version of this thing. It stuck him sad how the thing had been worked on, or would be worked on, for almost thirty years – to be intact for around a week. Yup, reality was a hard thing. A real hard thing. And it was not fair, as well. At least, that was how he saw things.

After he'd replaced the flux capacitor and lied it in the back of his Packard, he tried to move the time circuits, trying hard to do not damage anything his future self had worked on. The DeLorean was lost, but maybe the future inventions could be restored and placed in a possible new time machine. If only that would work…

Doc sighed. Nope. That wasn't reality. The time circuits had broken in two pieces, and the flux capacitor was shattered. If he only knew, how to rebuild them… but he hadn't tried anything yet, having had it too busy with the thirty-year-older version of it. A dead version.

The third thing to be replaced was the plutonium chamber. Doc was really careful about it – there might still be radiation in it. Lucky enough, the radiation suit was in the cramped back of the time vehicle, so he could bring it over to the Packard without problems. After finishing that, he continued with his work.

In this speed, it took the inventor more than two hours to replace everything. When he finally finished everything the clock in the Packard said 2:57AM – but there was no signal of any crashed DeLorean anymore.

Sighing, Doc got in the Packard. Now was everything finished – there would be no problems anymore. That, however was what he hoped. Truth can sometimes be really different.

That's why Doc was startled by the sound of a few sirens, mentioning a car heading their way. A police car. The officer had arrived.

Sometimes, things and events really happen at the wrong time.

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