Disclaimer: Nope. I don't own BttF, and probably never will.
Author's Note: This was originally titled 'Return to 2015' with 7 chapters, but it got few reviews and I didn't like it so I've rewritten almost all of it, altered the storyline, combined a few chapters together, changed quite a lot of stuff etc. I kept the first chapter though because I like it, and the introduction is mostly about the same with about 200 in added on words. Things only start becoming noticeably different from the original chapter 4 onwards. As in no Bill and Ted… yet.
Author's Note II: Please review The Makeover! Chapter 5's up and my classmate said we're not getting many reviews for it…
When Worlds Collide and Go Kaboom: Chapter 14 November 1985
Hill Valley, California
The hum of lightsabres overpowered everything else as the glowing blades of the two Jedi weapons clashed against each other, sending sparks in all directions. Sweating from exhaustion, 17-year-old Marty McFly grasped the lightsabre handle with both hands, finally mustering up enough energy to give one final swipe. It hit home, and his opponent dropped his weapon. As if in slow motion, Darth Vader fell to the floor… finally hitting the ground with a thud, his helmet opening upon impact. Marty stared in horror at the uncovered face as he was hit with a wave of realization...
The face was his own, the face of his future self.
Marty's world was spinning. For a moment, he thought he heard Marty Jr. yelling…
"You killed my father!"
"I am your father!"
"NOOOOOOOO!"
His world in a blur, Marty watched helplessly as his son picked up the fallen lightsabre and rushed towards him, weapon ready to strike. He reached for his own and clicked the activator button, but nothing happened… His lightsabre wouldn't come on… Looking up, he saw the brilliant glare of red as the other lightsabre came down on him. And he knew that he was going to die…
Marty threw his hands up to protect his face, stumbling backwards in the darkness as his lightsabre fell from his hands and hit the floor with a resounding clang that echoed away in his head.
The blade was coming closer… and closer… and closer…
"AAH!"
Marty jolted out of bed, heart thumping away as his eyes wildly scanned his surroundings, confused. Reality slowly sank in… but it took a while more for him to calm down.
"It was just another nightmare," he thought, trying to no avail to reassure himself. "Just another nightmare… a real one, for once… that's what comes from watching Star Wars before bedtime… " Still shaking at the memory of the dream, Marty rolled over to his side and reached for his alarm clock. According to it, it was only 3 am. He didn't have to get up yet. He wasn't THAT desperate to get to school on time.
For a while, Marty toyed with the notion of doing just that. He tried to imagine the look of shock on Mr. Strickland's face if he were to turn up at three in the morning. The boy grinned. It might just be worth it… if the principal was in school that early.
Marty closed his eyes and tried to doze off, when the relative peace of his bedroom was shattered by the all-too-familiar sound combination of crackling electricity, several sonic booms, the skidding of car tyres and someone swearing as the vehicle smashed headlong into a trash can.
It was enough to get him out of bed and running. For once, Marty was glad that he had slept in his clothes. At least he didn't have to waste time changing. Vaulting the side gate, he entered the driveway and stared as the front door of the time-travelling DeLorean lifted open amidst clouds of um… whitish stuff. The same car that he had seen getting crushed by a train barely a week ago.
"But it can't be," he thought, as he watched someone climb out.
The person turned.
"Doc?"
Marty couldn't believe it. Running towards the car, he tripped over in his excitement… banging straight into the same trashcan the DeLorean had collided with. It hadn't overturned then… but now it did, sending him to the floor.
Covered with banana peels, drink cans and various other bits of rubbish, Marty got slowly to his feet.
"Stupid dustbin," he muttered, removing a piece of old newspaper from his head.
"Marty? You're awake?"
"I uh… had a nightmare." Marty paused, bending down to peel off the apple skin clinging to his foot. "But… what're you doing here? I mean… what about your kids? And the car… where'd you get… I thought I destroyed…"
Doc swung the car door shut and walked towards Marty.
"I made a new one. I thought it would be more inconspicuous than the train. And the kids didn't want to come along. Verne just got a Gameboy, and nothing can separate him from it now."
"Inconspicuous?" Marty wondered incredulously. He figured the DeLorean's three sonic booms had awakened the whole of Hill Valley. Already lights were coming on in several houses, and it was only a matter of time before someone came out to investigate the source of the noise.
The two were now standing face to face, and Marty thought he saw Doc take on a look of concern.
"Marty, are you okay? You don't look too good."
"Ah, yeah. I'm fine." The teen flicked a piece of plastic wrap off his clothes, and reached out his hand to pull a fishbone out of his hair. Giving it a look of disgust, he flung it to the ground and hoped he wouldn't get caught for littering. "So… uh, what did you come here for?"
"I was going to get some stuff from my house… maybe stay the night, then come to get you in the morning. But since you're awake… Marty, you've got to come back with me!"
"Where?" Marty ran a quick check over himself and decided he was sufficiently rid of whatever junk the trashcan had dumped on him.
"Back to the future!"
"WHAT?" Marty looked back up. "Doc… it's three in the morning! And why…"
"I'll explain later. It's about your kids."
"Again?"
For the first time, Marty began to seriously consider abortion.
Doc opened the DeLorean's door.
"Get in the car!"
Marty gave in and climbed into the vehicle, bashing his head on the car roof in the process.
"OW!"
This was definitely not his day.
Doc climbed in after him.
"Oh, and watch out for the roof."
Marty grimaced, rubbing his head.
"Thanks."
The time machine lifted off into the night sky, accelerated to 88 mph and vanished into the future in a burst of electricity.
Meanwhile on the ground, a neighbour had decided that enough was enough. He burst out of his house, brandishing a gun, and dashed towards the source of the racket.
"OI! CUT OUT THE NOISE!"
All was silent. Crickets chirped in the background, and two rats scuttled away to safety.
Muttering insults under his breath, the neighbour returned indoors, occasionally casting suspicious glances behind him.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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