Author's Note: For the sake of my story Doc fixed the DeLorean after the third movie, but Doc also has his time travelling train with his family. This story will be slightly modified from the canon story to better fit with the one that I am writing. With that said I hope you enjoy.

I own nothing but my OC. I don't own anything related to Back to the Future.

Micah Alderson was not having a good day to say the least. She brushed her teeth vigorously in attempt to remove the stench of morning breath, and at the same time her other hand was trying to work out the never ending mess that was her shoulder length blonde hair. Granted this was her fault. She knew she shouldn't have hit snooze for the third time but she did anyway.

Making her way back into her room Micah made an effort to find something clean to wear to school. She dug through the piles of clothes on her floor, smelling a few and if there was a funny odor she would toss the article of clothing over her shoulder. She finally found a sweater that slightly resembled confetti cake with the cream knit with flecks of pink and blue. She also decided to throw on yesterday's pair of light wash mom jeans.

Micah managed to grab a glimpse of the clock that sat on her bed side table as she finished putting on her Chelsea boots. 8:10 the clock read.

"Ten minutes. I can make it in ten minutes," she told herself as she quickly grabbed her backpack and made her way out the front door.

Micah got in her car praying she wouldn't get stopped every red light and pulled out of her driveway into the direction toward Hill Valley High.

Just in typical Micah fashion she ended up 15 minutes late for school.

"Stupid red lights," Micah mumbled under her breath.

Before shutting her locker as quietly as she could she looked over her shoulder making sure no sign of Strickland was around. When she saw no sight of him she let out a sigh of relief and shut her locker.

"I swear the dude has a permanent stick up his ass," she said as she rounded the corner and came face to face with the one person she hoped to avoid.

"Great," the look on Strickland's face told her he was not happy at all but what else is new. He already had his notorious pad of tardy slips out and was writing her up.

He placed the slip into Micah's outstretched hand and said, "I believe this is your fourth tardy Ms. Alderson. What is the reason this time?"

Micah had given up on trying to give him excuses so she merely shrugged.

Strickland looked at her and with a raise of his eyebrows said, "Well then you know the rules. You have a Saturday detention. Now get to class," and with that he made his way down the hallway no doubt trying to find his next victim.

Micah crumpled up the little piece of paper and walked into her human geography class. She took a seat beside her best friend Sam who gave her a knowing look.

When the teacher wasn't paying attention Sam leaned over and whispered, "I'm guessing you have a detention now?"

Micah gave her a small smile, "How did you ever guess?"

Sam smiled, "My psychic abilities. Was it your mom again?"

Micah frowned, "Isn't it always?"

Sam gave her a sympathetic look before leaning back into her chair. Micah did her best to pay attention to the lecture and not to think about the hell her mom had put her through last night.

Before Micah knew it the lunch bell rang. She stood up from her seat and exited the English classroom.

When she got to the cafeteria she made her way towards the table she and Sam sit at. Around 15 minutes later she caught Sam sit across from her with her peripheral just as she was finishing algebra homework.

"So Josh still hasn't asked me to the Enchantment under the Sea Dance," Sam said slightly annoyed.

Micah furrowed her brows, "Really?" she asked taking a bite of her sandwich.

"Yeah," Sam planted her hands on the table and leaned in closer to Micah, "I mean I have been showing him all the signs that I want him to ask me! I don't know what his deal is. Do you think he's going to ask someone else?" Sam's eyes widened with concern.

Micah instantly shook her head, "No way. He's probably just trying to figure out the best way to ask you is all," she reassured her friend.

Sam scoffed and crossed her arms, "The best way to have asked me would have been weeks ago. The dance is a little over three weeks away! He's cutting it pretty close."

Micah sighed, "Look, just relax. I'm sure he'll ask you soon."

Sam pouted for a few more seconds but eventually she sighed and uncrossed her arms, "Yeah your probably right."

Micah smiled, "Aren't I always?" She jokingly asked.

"Oh be quiet Mic," Sam exclaimed throwing a grape at Micah's head, "so anyone you're hoping for to ask you?"

With a roll of her eyes Micah said, "I've already told you countless of times I'm not going to the dance. I think the whole thing is dumb, plus I don't have a dress, and no I'm not really interested in anyone here."

"What about Marty?" Sam asked.

"Marty Mcfly? No, I just tutor him occasionally. I wouldn't even say we're friends," Micah said looking over at the table where Marty was being shoved around by Griff.

"You could come with me and Josh," Sam suggested.

It was Micah's turn to scoff, "What? So I can third wheel? Thanks but no thanks. Besides I highly doubt I would be able to take off work anyway. You know how Benny is," she said.

"Why don't you just quit? You hate that place anyway?" Sam asked.

She was right. Micah hated that little Pizzeria more that she hated school, but the place paid well and if she wanted the house bills to be paid she had no other choice.

Micah looked at Sam and said, "You know why."

Sam quickly became aggravated once more, "Tell your mom to grow up and instead of sitting on her ass and drinking herself to death she should be a mother for once and take care of you instead!"

Micah shook her head and stood as the bell rang indicating that lunch was over.

"You know that battle is a losing one," she said as they began to walk to their next period.

Sam sighed, "I know. It just makes me so mad that she can't seem to take care of you."

"Let it go. I did a long time ago," Micah said.

"That's the problem. I can't," Sam told her best friend as they took their seats.

"MICAH!"

She tried her best to block out the annoying, gravelly voice that belonged to Benny.

"Micah! Where do you think you are going?" Benny asked while she was putting on her coat.

"It's my break Benny. I'm going out the back to get some fresh air," Micah said trying to keep her tone as respectful as possible.

Benny ran a hand over his slicked back black hair and said, "Yeah? Well no longer that ten minutes you have tables to tend to."

Micah let out an aggravated sigh and said, "Okay," and walked out the door that lead to the back alley.

She took a deep breath as soon as the fresh air hit her. Releasing the breath slowly, Micah shut her eyes and willed herself to not let the tears that wanted so badly to come out spill down her cheeks.

In that moment she hated everything about her life. She hated the fact that she felt so stuck and like she was going nowhere. She hated that the only reason, no, the only person who put her in this predicament didn't give a shit, but would rather drown them self in bottle after bottle. She hated the fact that her life was so boring and mechanical. Wake up, go to school, come home, go to work, come home again, do homework, and repeat. She hated it all.

Just as she was finishing herself pity party Micah noticed a bright flash of light behind her closed eyelids. She opened her eyes in confusion and just as she did so she heard a loud popping like sound.

"What the hell?" She asked herself and before she could process anything she threw herself against the side of the building just as a car burst into thin air and was making its way towards the back of the alley. Micah stared with wide eyes for she was sure the car was going to crash straight into the wall, but to her complete amazement the car managed to stop with an inch of space between the wall and the front bumper.

Micah stood frozen, unsure of what she should do. Should she go and see if whoever was in the car was alright or should she call the police. She didn't know. Micah just stood and watched to see if anyone would come out of the car.

She had so many questions running through her head. Did the car really just came out of thin air or was she finally losing it? Was she so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't notice that a car was coming?

While Micah was trying to make sense of everything two people emerged from the car.

"Jesus Doc! I thought you said that there would be nothing but farm here?" Micah heard a young man said.

"Sorry Marty! I swear that's what I thought there wouldn't be!" An older man said surely.

"Marty?" Micah asked herself. Did Griff put him up to this? Micah began to walk her way over and the figures became clearer. As she kept moving closer she noticed a wild hair man wearing possibly one of the tackiest clothing she has ever seen. He was wearing bright orange shorts and a yellow top. His bright green and blue striped socks went all the way past his calves. If Micah looked at him to long she was sure she would get a headache so she moved her gaze to none other than Marty Mcfly.

The two hadn't noticed her yet so when she spoke both of them jumped.

Micah crossed her arms and said, "Marty what the hell are you doing? Did Griff put you up to this? I saw him bothering you earlier at lunch?"

The young man turned around and stared at her with wide eyes.

"How do you know my name?" He asked the tone of his voice raising along with some anxiety.

Micah furrowed her brows in confusion. Who stood before her looked like Marty but at the same time he didn't. The style and attitude was completely different. Marty was wearing a pair of light blue jeans with a checkered shirt tucked into them. Instead of his normal black and red jacket he opted for a jean one to match his pants. He also wasn't wearing his normal Nike's but rather a vintage pair that could date all the way back to the 80's. The biggest difference of all though was his eyes. Marty's chocolate brown eyes seemed to have transformed into the clearest blue she has ever seen.

"Excuse me?" Marty said shaking Micah out of her daze.

She shook her head and said, "What do you mean how do I know your name? I tutor you. We go to the same school. Did Griff hit you to many times upside the head?" Micah said not liking the game he was trying to play, "Did he put you up to this? You could have gotten killed! Who's this?" Micah knew she was asking too many questions, she could see it on Marty's face but she just wanted to understand.

The man with the wild hair eyes got wider. "Great Scott," he said and began to rummage around in the car, "oh no!"

Marty took his attention of Micah and asked, "What Doc?"

Doc pulled himself out of the car and walked over to Marty. He placed his hands on top of Marty's shoulders and said, "Why didn't you tell me I put in the wrong date! We didn't go back to October 21st, 2015 but October 21st 2016! And this young lady seems to know your son and is now confusing you for him!" Doc's eyes got even wider, "Great Scott! I've spoken too much! She has heard too much!"

Marty forgot Micah all together and now his full attention was on Doc.

"Wait. Are you meaning to tell me we are in the year 2016 and not 2015? Doc all we were supposed to do is make a quick trip and make sure that the timeline was back on track in 2015," Marty said.

At this point Doc had forgotten Micah was there as well and he opened the trunk.

"It's okay Marty. We have extra plutonium," he said opening a case that had a hazard symbol on it, "Oh shit," he said.

"What is it now Doc?" Marty asked and by the tone of his voice it sounded like he could take no more bad news.

"I'm afraid this is our last vile and not only is it our last vile! It appears to have leaked and it is now only half a vile!" Doc said.

"Ah this is heavy. How the hell are we going to get back?" Marty asked.

At this point Micah couldn't take this none sense anymore.

"Whoa!" She half yelled causing the two who had forgotten her to jump again.

"What the actual hell you talking about. Marty does Griff have you smuggling hazardous material? What the hell are you thinking?" Micah was in complete shock. "Also what do you mean go back to 2015? Are you on drugs?"

"Look I know this is going to sound crazy," Marty started.

Doc came up behind Marty and clamped a hand over his mouth and asked, "Marty what are you doing?"

Marty easily removed Doc's hand from his mouth. "What she's already seen too much anyway," he said to Doc. Marty turned back to her and continued, "and you probably won't believe me but that," he said pointing to the car, "is a time machine. It runs on plutonium but the problem here is each trip takes one of these," he grabbed the half empty container from Doc, "and we only have half a vile. Do you know any place we could get some more?"

Micah stared dumbfounded for a few moments before she burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Good one Marty! You almost had be there for a second," her giggles quickly died though as she saw the serious looks on both their faces.

She quickly came to the realization that they truly believed this, "You aren't joking are you?"

Marty sighed with relief hoping she was finally coming to terms. "No," he paused and glanced down at the name tag on her chest, "Micah. I'm not. Is there any way you can help."

Micah took and deep breath and said, "Look even if I believe you Marty, which I don't. They don't exactly just sell plutonium at the local convenience store. That's some hazardous shit you're dealing with. Now if you explain to me what is really going on here I won't call your parents." She said pulling out her cell phone for good measure.

"No!" Marty practically yelled, "Don't do that. I promise you I'm being honest. If I tell you something you can't tell anyone! We really are from the past. This is Doctor Emmett Brown," he said pointed the crazy haired man and by the look on his face Micah could tell he was not pleased by the fact that Marty was telling her this.

"He created that time machine out of a DeLorean which was a car popular back in 1985, which is where we are from. I'm guessing you are calling me Marty because you know my son Marty Jr. I know this is a lot to take in but please help us. We are desperate here." At that she heard Doc Brown scoff as if to say the only one who was desperate was Marty.

Micah tried to clear her quickly drying throat and said, "I'm going to need more proof than just a story Marty."

"Um," Marty said trying to think. "Ah!" he began to pat his pockets and when he finally found what he was looking for he pulled it out. Micah could make out that it was a wallet. Marty opened it and pulled out his license and handed it to her.

Micah looked at him slightly confused.

"The birth date," Marty said as if it were obvious.

"Oh right," Micah shook her head and casted her gaze downward toward the card. To her utter disbelief the date of birth read June 12, 1968.

"Holy shit," Micah said handing it back to Marty. He grabbed it and placed it back in the wallet.

"I know. I can only imagine what you are feeling right now and I hate to put this amount of pressure on you but you can't tell anyone. It can mess up a lot of things. The only reason I told you is because I'm hoping you will find it in the goodness of your heart to help us," he said smoothly.

This was most definitely not the Marty that Micah was familiar with. The one who stood in front of her was such a smooth talker, something the Marty in her time never was. She did know one thing though. She wasn't going to tell anyone and it wasn't for them. It was simply for the fact that this was all too crazy and no one believe her even if she did tell.

"I don't know how I could help you," she finally said.

Finally Doc decided it was time to speak and since Marty threw all caution to the wind he figured it was too late to try and be careful around this young women, "How about a place to stay for the night?" he asked.

Micah just stared at the pair in front of her. She didn't know how safe that would be. Letting two strangers come into her home, but at the same time one of the strangers was the father of the boy she tutors. Also wasn't she just complaining about how she went through the same routine every day? Well this would definitely change it up. Micah was still contemplating the pros and cons when she heard Benny's voice.

"Micah! It's been more than 10 minutes. Get back in here!" He yelled then slammed the door shut.

Micah looked over her shoulder to make sure he hadn't come back outside. When she knew he hadn't she turned back to Doc and Marty.

"You two wait here and I'll come get you when my shift is done," she said then turned around and headed for the door.

"Wait," Marty said and grabbed onto her hand, "you won't tell anyone right?"

Micah let go of his hand, "Of course not. Even if I wanted to and I told anyone they would probably think I'm crazy," she said.

Marty gave her a smile, "Yeah probably," he said.

Micah gave him a small smile, "Wait here," she said and went back into the pizzeria.

For the rest of the duration of Micah's shift all she could think about was the potential mess she had just gotten herself into.