Disclaimer: I do not own Back to the Future.

October 26, 1985
10:28 AM PST

Marty McFly was in bed sleeping. Suddenly, the radio alarm clock came on, playing Back In Time by Huey Lewis and The News.

"So take me away... I don't mind..." warbled Huey's voice, on the radio. "But you better promise me... I'll be back in time... Gotta get back in time..."

"What a nightmare!" Marty whispered, as he was stretching.

As Marty was heading to the kitchen, he caught a glimpse that somehow something was different about the living room. Marty glanced at the living room again. All the furniture was different. It was newer and much better looking than the furniture that used to be there. Marty then walked into the kitchen, where his siblings were having breakfast. Dave was now wearing a suit, and Linda looked much more attractive than she had before.

"Oh, if Paul calls me - tell him I'm working at the boutique late tonight," Linda was telling Dave.

With a note of irritation, Dave said, "Linda, first of all, I'm not your answering service. Second of all, somebody named Greg or Craig called you just a little while ago."

"Now which one was it, Greg or Craig?" Linda asked, with some frustration.

"I don't know, I can't keep up with all of your boyfriends," groused Dave, obviously annoyed.

With a note of surprise, Marty exclaimed, "What the hell is this?"

"Breakfast," Linda replied, with a hint of sarcasm.

"What, did you sleep in your clothes again last night?" ribbed Dave.

"Yeah, yeah, what are you wearing, Dave?" Marty asked, rather defensively.

"I always wear a suit to the office," Dave replied, giving Marty a strange look, "and my name is Marty. You all right, Calvin?'

"How can your name be Marty?" Marty asked, confused. "Are you telling me that my name is, uh, Calvin?"

"Well, yeah," Dave replied, a little perturbed. "It was, the last time I checked. My name is Martin David McFly, while your name is Calvin Seamus McFly. How could you forget a thing like your name? What on earth happened to you?"

"Well, uh," Marty stammered. How can my name be Calvin?

Marty then glanced at his parents. Both of them were looking much better than before. His father, George, had grey hair in a stylish hairstyle - and his mother, Lorraine, looked much thinner than before. Marty fell to the ground, then he got up a few seconds later.

"Calvin, are you all right?" Lorraine asked, concerned.

"I think something bad happened to him, Mom," Dave insisted, concerned. "I mean, he actually forgot what his own name was. He thought that my name was Dave - and he even thought that his name was Marty."

"You guys look great!" exclaimed Marty, as he was in a daze. "Mom, you look so thin!"

"Why, thank you, Calvin," replied Lorraine.

George playfully pinched Lorraine on her bottom.

"George!" Lorraine exclaimed, playfully. Then she turned to Marty and, before kissing him, said, "Good morning, sleepyhead! Good morning, Marty and Linda!"

"Good morning, Mom," Dave replied.

"Good morning, Mom," Linda repeated. Then, turning to Marty, she added, "Oh, Calvin, I almost forgot, Jennifer Parker called."

"Oh, I sure like her, Calvin - she is such a sweet girl," gushed Lorraine. "Isn't tonight the night of the big date?"

Marty, still a little dazed, asked, "What, what, ma?"

"Well, aren't you going up to the lake tonight?" Lorraine asked, confused. "You've been planning it for two weeks."

"Well, ma, we talked about this," protested Marty. "We're not gonna go to the lake - the car's wrecked."

"Wrecked?" George asked, confused.

"Wrecked?" Dave exclaimed. "When did this happen, and..."

"Quiet down - I'm sure the car is fine," assured George.

"Why am I always the last one to know about these things?" groused Dave.

George then opened the door to the garage. Biff was there, wearing a track suit and waxing the McFly's car. There was also a truck with the words "Biff's Auto Dealing" printed on it.

"See, there's Biff out there, waxing it right now," remarked George. Then he turned to Biff, and added, "Now, Biff, I wanna make sure that we get two coats of wax this time, not just one."

"Just finishing up the second coat now," Biff replied.

"Now, Biff, don't con me," George insisted, firmly.

"I'm, I'm sorry, Mr. McFly," stammered Biff. "I mean, I was just starting on the second coat."

George then closed the door and muttered, "That Biff, what a character. Always trying to get away with something. Been on top of Biff ever since high school. Although, if it wasn't for him..."

George sat down, and Lorraine sat on her lap.

"... we never would have fallen in love," finished Lorraine.

"That's right," agreed George.

"Mr. McFly, Mr. McFly, this just arrived!" called out Biff, carrying a package. Then, seeing Marty, he added, "Oh, hi, Calvin!" Then to George, Biff said, "I think it's your new book!"

After the box was open, everyone saw that it was a book entitled A Match Made In Space, and the author listed was George McFly. On the cover were two teens, who looked a bit like young George and Lorraine - and a spaceman who looked like Marty with his radiation suit on.

"Oh, honey, your first novel," Lorraine gushed.

"Like I always told you, if you put your mind to it - you could accomplish anything," replied George.

"Oh, oh, Calvin, here's your keys," stammered Biff, handing Marty a set of keys. "You're all waxed up - ready for tonight."

"Keys?" asked Marty, stunned. Marty could hardly believe it. Everyone in his family was much happier, Biff was not pushing Marty's father around, his father had just published his first novel - and his name was Calvin! It would seem so strange, not only getting used to the fact that his own was Calvin - but there was also that fact that his older brother was now named Marty.

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Marty was stunned, as he opened up the garage door. In there was the 4x4 Toyota truck that he had admired the day before he travelled back to 1955. This new timeline was already looking cool, aside from the fact that he had a new name. Now if he could only remember something about his life in the new timeline. After all, who know what all could have changed. Marty walked up to the truck and looked inside. He then slapped the door of the truck.

"How about a ride, mister?" asked a familiar voice.

Marty turned around, and he gasped, "Jennifer!" Well, at least I have the same girlfriend in this timeline, thought Marty. He walks over to her, and added, "Oh man, are you a sight for sore eyes. Let me look at you."

"Calvin," Jennifer said, stunned. "you're acting like you haven't seen me in a week."

"I haven't," Marty replied, truthfully - not realizing how strange it would sound.

"Are you okay?" Jennifer asked, with concern. "Is everything all right?"

Marty glanced at the window. He saw that his parents were standing there, smiling as they were watching Marty. They turned and walk off when they realized that he could see them. Marty was still stunned by how different his parents were.

"Aw, yeah, everything is great," purred Marty, as he and his girlfriend began to kiss.

Just then, he heard three sonic booms coming from outside. Marty and Jennifer looked up to see the DeLorean on the driveway. The DeLorean had knocked over a few trash cans. Then Doc climbed out of the DeLorean, wearing a very bright yellow suit.

Running up to Marty and Jennifer, Doc called out, "Calvin! You gotta come back with me!"

"Where?" asked Marty, confused.

"Back to the future!" replied Doc.

"Wait a minute!" exclaimed Marty, as he saw Doc rummaging through the trash can, picking out some rubbish. "What are you doing, Doc?"

"I need fuel," explained Doc. "Go ahead! Quick! Get in the car."

"No, no, no, Doc - I just got here, okay?" Marty protested. "Jennifer's here. We're gonna take the new truck for a spin.

"Well, bring her along," Doc insisted. "This concerns her too."

"Doc, I don't feel like going on another time travel trip," Marty insisted. "I hardly had a chance to get used to my new life, and I still can't get used to the fact that my new name is Calvin! I just can't believe that Marty is my brother, now."

"Why are so worked up over this, Calvin?" Doc insisted. "You still exist, don't you?"

"I want to stay here, Doc," Marty protested. Then, turning to Jennifer, he added, "I think we should just go, Jennifer. I'll deal with the Doc later."

"Fine, Calvin," Doc said, sighing, "I didn't mean to make you mad at me. Go ahead, and enjoy your day. We'll talk later."

"All right, Doc," Marty replied, as he and Jennifer stepped into his new truck.