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HERE IT IS!!! PART 2!!! In traditional BttF style, the beginning is a repeat of the end of Part 1. Enjoy : )
1985—McFly House
October 26th, 11:05am
CRASH!
Marty and Amelia watched as a couple of garbage cans rolled into view, spraying trash everywhere. They hurried out of the garage and nearly ran into the DeLorean, which was parked half on pavement and half on Marty's front lawn. A gull-wing door popped open and Emmett, looking like an updated version of Ronald McDonald, stepped out.
"Good, you're here! Get in the car, both of you!"
"What? What's going on?" Marty asked. They watched Emmett scurry to one of the spilled garbage cans and scoop up a handful of trash. "What are you doing, Doc?"
"I need fuel," Emmett said quickly. "Now get in the car, we don't have time! We have to get back to the future."
Emmett ran to the rear of the DeLorean and pushed a white food processor-like thing open. He threw the garbage inside and reattached the lid. The "Mr. Fusion" started to rumble appreciatively as it churned up the trash.
"Doc, we're having a very tough day. Can't we do this later?"
"A very tough day? Marty, if you thought that was bad you're going to hate your life in 2015!"
"What are you talking about, Dad?" Amelia asked. "What happens?"
"It's Jennifer!" Emmett said, going to the driver's side door and climbing in. "Something has to be done about Jennifer!"
Marty and Amelia exchanged a quick glance then hurried to pile into the passenger seat. Emmett reversed off the driveway and into the street where he let the DeLorean idle for a moment. Marty peered up the street and frowned. It wasn't nearly long enough.
"Hey Doc, you better back up," he said, turning to Emmett. "We don't have enough road to get up to 88."
"Roads? Where we're going we don't need roads."
Emmett flicked a switch on the dashboard and the DeLorean started to vibrate. Then, to Marty and Amelia's amazement, it levitated off the ground. They watched as Lyon Estates shrunk underneath them. Emmett reached over and pressed a button labeled Hyper Boost and floored the accelerator. The DeLorean soared across the sky. Amelia watched the speedometer climb, 55, 65, 75, 80… The car rocked violently and the temperature dropped. One flash of blinding light and three sonic booms later, the DeLorean was rocketing across a now dark and stormy sky. Something yellow streaked dangerously close and Emmett swerved, narrowly missing it. Marty and Amelia screamed and clung to each other.
"What the hell was that?" Marty demanded as Emmett righted the car.
"Taxi cab," he said matter-of-factly.
"What do you mean 'taxi cab'?" Amelia asked as she tried to peer out the rain streaked window, "I thought we were flying?"
"Precisely," Emmett said.
Marty and Amelia squinted through the heavy spray of water on the windshield. Between swipes of the windshield wipers they caught glimpses of other cars soaring around them. Amelia gaped out the window in disbelief as the headlights of a blue Chevy zoomed by. They were on some sort of aerial highway.
"Alright, Doc, what's going on here?" Marty asked, looking warily at the airborne semi that had just glided up next to the DeLorean. "Where are we? When are we?"
"We are descending towards Hill Valley, California, at 4.29pm, on Wednesday, October 21st, 2015," Emmett said, pointing at the time circuits.
"2015?" Amelia whispered, looking out the window again. A floating "road" sign flashed by. "You mean we're in the future?"
Emmett nodded.
"This is heavy stuff, Doc," Marty said, running a hand through his hair.
"Wait," Amelia said, realization washing over her, "so if this is the future, then our future selves are here as well. Right?"
"Yes."
"So we'll get to see ourselves…when we're old?"
"Yes," Emmett said begrudgingly, "although I'd prefer it if you didn't come in contact with your futuristic counterparts at all. However, the current situation makes that almost impossible."
"Current situation?" Amelia repeated, confused.
"I'll explain as soon as we land," Emmett said. "Here's our exit."
Emmett steered the DeLorean off to the right and flew through what should have been the exit ramp, in this case empty airspace marked by small suspended lights. The lights curved in a gentle "u" and sent them soaring towards a large floating "Welcome to Hill Valley" sign. Emmett swerved around it and hit a button on the dashboard. The DeLorean began to lose altitude, descending slowly on downtown Hill Valley. Marty and Amelia leaned over one another to try and look out the window again but the rain was slapping violently against the pane. All they could make out through the continuous spray were growing dark shapes, which they judged to mean they were getting closer to the ground. The DeLorean dipped down to almost street level and soared around a few buildings into an alleyway. Then, gently, Emmett set the car on the asphalt.
"Alright, you two, get out. You have to change your clothes," Emmett said, opening his door.
"Um, Dad," Amelia began, nodding her head at the open door and the rain, "it's kinda pouring right now."
Emmett frowned and looked up at the sky, then at his watch.
"Wait five seconds." Marty and Amelia exchanged a look, and within the time it took to do so the rain fizzled out and stopped. Emmett got out of the DeLorean, arms and face raised to the sky, smiling. "Right on the tick! Amazing, absolutely amazing. Too bad the post office isn't as efficient as the weather service."
Hesitantly, Marty and Amelia crawled out of the car and looked around. It was like any alleyway in 1985; dirty, smelly, with a couple of cats fishing around in the dumpsters. The only difference was the view of the street beyond. Hover cars zoomed by every now and again, slicing through the air with a muted humming noise. Robotic trashcans, or what Amelia took to be trashcans, patrolled up and down the sidewalks, and holographic shop signs had replaced the old two-dimensional ones. People were mulling around as well, going about their daily lives. They were dressed in all sorts of outrageous colors and eccentric fashions that were a little too out there for Marty and Amelia's tastes, which was saying a lot considering their generation had an infinite appreciation for Day-Glo.
"This is unbelievable," Marty muttered, taking a few steps toward the street, "Doc, I gotta go check this out!"
"All in good time, Marty, we're on a tight schedule here," Emmett said, grabbing a suitcase from the hood of the car and taking out a pile of clothes for each of them.
"Yeah, but, Doc," Marty went to him, radiating excitement, "I gotta know. Am I rich? Do I make it big? As a rock star I mean."
"Marty, you know he can't tell us that," Amelia interjected.
"She's right, I can't. Now both of you put these clothes on while I go check to make sure we're still good on time!" Emmett dipped inside the DeLorean, grabbed something that looked like a very thin camera, and hurried out of the alley.
"Man…wouldn't that be something if I were a rock star?" Marty mused, smiling to himself. He put an arm around Amelia's waist and pulled her to him, "Wanna be a groupie?"
"Knock it off," Amelia laughed, trying to wiggle away.
"No," he flashed her a lopsided smile and Amelia felt herself melt. Then, before she had had a chance to register what he was doing, he bent and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "Come on, let's get ready before Doc comes back."
He detangled his arms from around her waist and moved to where their new clothes were piled. Amelia stood frozen for a moment, unsure of what had just happened. He's your boyfriend now, Aims, she reminded herself, he's yours. Amelia started, surprised she had even had to think those words, and laughed at her own ridiculousness.
"What?" Marty asked, turning around.
"Nothing," Amelia smiled. "Hand me my clothes, will you?"
Emmett's fashion sense turned out to be as well developed as his people skills. The wad of clothes Marty handed her included a pair of bright blue spandex leggings, a metallic silver skirt/tutu, a matching blue and silver top, and a pair of shoes. The shoes, incidentally, were the only things Amelia considered remotely wearable. With an internal groan she slipped behind a dumpster to change and emerged a moment later futuristically clad. Self-consciously smoothing her tutu, she turned to Marty.
"I feel ridiculous," Amelia muttered.
"At least your clothes fit," Marty said. Amelia looked at him. The jacket he was wearing was about two sizes too big for him and was, oddly enough, beeping. "Well if that isn't the most annoying—how do you turn this stupid thing off, Doc?"
Emmett, who had just reappeared from his reconnaissance mission, reached across to Marty's lapel and pressed a button hidden there. The jacket contracted instantly, matching Marty's size to perfection.
"Alright," Emmett said, not paying attention to the astonished looks on Marty's and Amelia's faces, "we seem to still be on track. It is…4:45 now, which leaves me with about ten minutes to explain everything to you. First of all, let my start by saying that I'm infinitely sorry for having to disclose the information I must. If there were any way around it…well, there's just no way around it. With that being said, take a look at this newspaper." He handed them a copy of USA Today.
Amelia took it. Splashed across the front page was a large color photograph of Marty, the 2015 version that is, being carted away by several police officers. In the background, an older Amelia and three children, all clearly related to one another, watched him go with tears in their eyes. The headline read, "Hot Shot Music Producer, Marty McFly, Arrested For Insurance Fraud. Expected To Serve 15 Years". Underneath that headline was a smaller one, bold faced, that read, "Music Mogul's Wife Files For Divorce". They scanned the paper quickly and both their heads shot up at the same time.
"We're married!?" They asked in unison.
"That's really beside the point at the moment, but yes you get married," Emmett said, slightly irritated. "Now about your arrest, Marty. I think I've found a way to prevent it and thus prevent ruining your life. I've already gone further ahead into time and backtracked everything to one particular event that will be happening at 5:30 today."
"What's that, Doc?" Marty asked.
"At approximately 5:30pm, an older version of you, Marty, will be sitting in the Bella Rosa restaurant in The Courthouse Mall having dinner with Jennifer and Douglas Needles and discussing an insurance policy. What I want you two to do is steal the insurance papers Jennifer has and replace them with this letter I have written," as he spoke he pulled out an envelope from his coat pocket.
"Doc, I'm lost. Jennifer Needles? Insurance policy?"
"We don't really have time for me to explain," Emmett said, glancing at his watch. He looked up at their confused faces and relented. With a deep breath he began rattling off the story at lightning speed. "Jennifer get's married to Douglas Needles after you break up with her, Marty, and ends up even more unhappy than she had been before. She's bitter and angry and still convinced that she needs to take some sort of revenge on you two for 'ruining her life'. Anyway, she and Douglas own the premier insurance company in Hill Valley, Millennium Insurance, and they came up with the brilliant plan to offer you an insurance policy laced with hidden fraudulency and practically guarantee you get sent to jail. Amelia's divorce…well, that would just be the icing on the cake."
"The paper said 'hot shot producer'?" Amelia prompted, pointing to the headline. Emmett nodded.
"Marty owns Futuristic Records. It's a label stationed right here in Hill Valley, and very successful I might add. You and your children are very well provided for. All the more reason for Jennifer to want to ruin your lives."
They let it all sink in for a moment. Jennifer married to Needles? The thought was absurd, almost as absurd as the idea of Jennifer purposefully wanting to destroy their lives. Amelia couldn't see what would drive her to such an extreme. Suddenly an image flashed through her mind, an image of Jennifer standing in Marty's garage, and the idea didn't seem quite as ludicrous as before. The anger that had been in her eyes, the venom in her tone... Amelia was certain that that Jennifer, the spiteful and hurt one, would have no trouble breaking up a marriage.
"So we have to intercept the papers before I have a chance to sign them?" Marty asked, breaking the silence.
"Precisely. Just take the original papers and replace them with this letter. In it I explain the whole situation to your future self so he, you, won't make the same mistake after we have returned to 1985."
"Alright, Doc," Marty said, taking the letter. "Then what, meet you back here?"
"Yes, that's fine. Great Scott, would you look at the time! You two need to get going!" Emmett started to herd them toward the street, "Remember, you're not supposed to be here so try not to do anything that will draw attention to yourselves. I'm going to take the DeLorean to a safer location to avoid discovery. Lie low and I'll see you later."
Marty and Amelia watched him run back to the car, hop into the cab, and drive away leaving them alone at the mouth of the alley. They looked at each other and Marty smiled at her reassuringly. She reached for his hand and the two of them walked out of the alley and into 2015.