My story is completely unofficial. I do not own "Back to the Future" or any of its characters. Unless you mean the DVD, heh heh.

CHAPTER ONE

October 27 1985
11:53am
Hill Valley, California

"Where are you going now, Doc?" Marty McFly asked. "Back to the Future?"

"Nope," Doc Brown replied. "Already been there!"

Marty stepped back with his girlfriend Jennifer Parker in his arm, as they watched Doc Brown's nineteenth century train rise into the air, accelerating and breaking the time barrier with a brilliant flash of light.

Marty looked at the spot where the train had vanished for a few moments, then sighe

d and looked at Jennifer. She had a strange, thoughtful look on her face. "Where do you think he went Marty?" she asked. "Back to 1885?"

"I guess so. I mean he has a family there now. They're not exactly going to want to live 100 years into the future, are they Jen?" Marty said, with a small note of hurt in his voice. "I'll sure miss him though. If he hadn't met Clara, he'd be back here where he belongs. It's just not fair, goddamn it!" Jennifer almost laughed at the child-like pout Marty was making.

"But he's happy with Clara, Marty. He has two great sons and a good life back in the old west. You could be happy for him, couldn't you? After all, he's your best friend." Jennifer suggested.

"But Jen, he was always going on about paradoxes when I was time travelling with him. He just doesn't seem to think that the rules matter any more! For a scientist, he's being damn stupid!" And with that, Marty stormed off home, leaving his slightly stunned girlfriend behind him.


Marty reached his house on Lyon Estates about 10 minutes later. He opened the door to the yard, where he could slip in through his window and change out of his clothes from the old west. They were a painful reminder of Doc, who had gone out of his way to buy the brand new clothes for Marty, merely an hour after Marty had arrived in the Old West.

Not quite sure about what to do with the clothes, he left them in a heap on the bed, deciding what to change into. He eventually settled on his red t-shirt, his checked white shirt, denim jacket and jeans.

When he had changed, he sat down on his bed, wondering what to do now. He could go to Burger King – he was fairly hungry, but being so close to his friend's old home would probably make him feel worse. Marty finally decided to go and make things up with Jennifer. He felt really guilty for yelling at her.

Still not quite used to having his own truck, he grabbed his skateboard and headed for the front door. As he skated, he saw a red truck and quickly caught up to it for a faster ride.

No sooner had he reached the end of the road, however, he heard a car horn from behind him. He stopped his skateboard abruptly, almost causing him to fall over, flipped it into his hands and slowly turned around, not knowing what to expect. For a fleeting moment, he thought it could be Doc; somehow back with a new Delorean time machine.

No such luck. It was his father, George McFly. "Marty!" he called. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going to the lake with Jennifer." "Yeah, I was, but then we...err...Jennifer got a call from her dad saying that that her Aunt's broken her heal. She's gone to visit her in hospital. We'll have to go to the lake some other time." Marty lied quickly.

"Well, if you're not going to the lake, you can come with me. We're having brunch with your Uncle Joey to celebrate his parole from prison. Come on, your mother's waiting for me – I only came back here because I forgot my glasses."

Sighing, Marty walked over to the Mercedes and climbed into the front next to his Dad. George started up the engine again and they drove off. For a while, they sat in silence, apart than the radio playing "Beat It" faintly in the background. Finally, when they stopped in the parking lot of the restaurant, George turned to face his youngest son, a concerned look on his face. Marty stared determinedly out of the window, avoiding his father's eyes.

"What's wrong, Marty?" George asked. "You've been acting really oddly recently, going off with Doctor Brown in that dangerous-looking Delorean." Marty looked shocked. "How do you know about the Delorean?" he asked before he could stop himself.

George frowned. "I heard it crash into the garbage can earlier," he replied suspiciously. I looked through the window to see what it was and saw Dr Brown filling a coffee grinder on the back with the garbage! Everyone always said he was mad." Marty glared at his father.

Not noticing, George carried on. "What's he done to the car anyway? It looks more like a spaceship than anything else..." Marty gave a small smile, remembering Farmer Peabody's reaction to the time machine when he found it in his barn.

Just then, Lorraine McFly came bursting out of the door of the restaurant. When she spotted them, she ran over, panting. "There you are! What is taking you two so long?" she asked.

Thank you mom, Marty thought. The last thing I want now is Dad probing me about Doc now.

It turned out that in this reality, Marty realised, Uncle "Jailbird" Joey had still gone to prison, but had finally made parole so he could visit his sister's family. When he and his father entered the restaurant Joey immediately greeted them warmly and led them over to the table. He was only 31, but already he was balding and his face was aged – probably the side affects of being in prison for so long.

Having never met his Uncle Joey, other than as an infant in his playpen when he had visited 1955, Marty's thoughts of Doc were soon pushed to the back of his mind as the conversation progressed to Joey's time behind bars. He found this topic interesting, and was soon so absorbed that he didn't notice the door to the restaurant open, or the old, white haired man in a brown suit that entered.

Doc Brown was back.

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