Mini Black Raven: My first time travel story. So please be gentle.( spelling changes have been added)
Disclaimer: I do not own Back to the Future. Only this plot line.
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Hill Valley 2016
One night Martin McFly Senior bought a silver car for four and hid it in an old wooden house closed off by a rusting gate. He went there every night for more that a month brining wires, tools, and objects up to the size as a computer monitor to the house. When he left in the early morning sunrise nothing was brought out, except for a bundle of wires every once in a while.
Jennifer McFly started to worry about her husband. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" she asked one night as Marty departed for his nightly routine.
"Just worried I won't finish in time." he replied. "Just worried about time."
"Why is Dad always gone? We hardly see his anymore?" asked Marline.
"Your father is just worried." answered Jennifer.
"About what?" asked Martin McFly Junior.
"Finishing a project," she replied. "Marty, will you take this box to the address the box?"
"Sure mom." replied Junior as he took the box and slipped on his jacket.
"And watch out for Griff," added his mother, "that junk is priceless to your father."
"Dad?" called Marty Junior. "You in there dad?" Marty stood in front of a small wooden house. The tiles were falling off and the door needed a new paint job. It was the most un-updated house that Junior had ever seen. No automatic door, no scene changing windows, nothing modern. It was just a shabby house that looked like it was made in the dark ages.
'Why would dad be in a place like this?' thought Marty. 'This place is a junk yard.' Marty yelled again, "Dad?"
"Who the hell is out there?" yelled a rough voice.
"It's me dad." replied Marty Jr.
"Me who?"
"Me, Marty Junior."
"Oh… yeah Marty. Yeah come on in," replied his father.
"What about the gate?
"Just open it. It's not going to bite you."
"If you say so." answered Junior as he opened the rusted gate and proceeded toward the 'house'.
'Now I can see why Doc was so excited about.' thought an old Marty. 'I can practically fell the energy in this thing!'
"Dad!"
"What?"
"Are you sure I can come in? The door is locked"
"Oh, sorry about that son, I forgot to unlock it. You know safety and all."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." said Marty Junior as he entered the house. "Mom told me to deliver this box." Junior handed over the rusted box.
"Thanks." replied Marty as he gazed and remembered all the things that this single mechanism had done for him.
"What ya working on dad?" asked Junior pulling up his sleeve. He made a mental note to rewire his jacket.
"Just upgrading the car." called Marty from the depths of the car as he started to install the new component. "Tell Jennifer that I'll be home for dinner."
Not given instruction to leave, and besides being curious, Junior decide to give himself a self tour of the ancient house. On a black board, equations and diagrams were written in sloppy writing. One wall of the house was plastered with the strangest clocks, and none were digital. There was an old T.V. and an old rickety bed. In one corner lay a dusty dog bead with an odd assemble of rubber toys. The nearest table had diagrams, notes, tapes (ancient history), and a strange picture that was roughly sketched. It looked like a two year old did it.
He looked closer at these objects. With unusual interest he studied the diagrams in great detail. He kept looking until his eyes fell upon the harshly written words, "time travel".
'Time travel?' thought Marty Junior, his head spinning. 'How can that be? Dad's not a scientist. Besides, scientists in the 21 century concluded that time travel is practically impossible.'
"Hey dad?" asked Junior.
"Yeah?" replied his father almost done with his re-wiring.
"What are these?' asked Marty Junior as he held up the old equations with no respect for their age.
"Put those papers down!" instructed his father surprising Junior just enough for Marty Senior to sachets the valuable papers away from his son.
"Sorry dad." mumbled Junior.
"That's okay." replied Marty now in control of his anger. "It's just that these papers are really old and hold a power that could be deadly if put in the wrong hands." Junior gave his dad a weird look. "Never mind." sighed his dad. "Look, why don't you head over to the Café 80's." his dad gave him some money. "Forget about this whole thing and get your self a Pepsi. Once I'm done with this tune up job I'll meet you there so we can talk and I'll explain everything."
"Why not just stay here and talk?" asked a curious Marty, but his father was too busy wrapped up in his work (literally in wire) to hear a word. Marty was going to try again, but thought otherwise. If he stayed around the fireworks weren't going to be pretty when his father plugged the circuits in to the electric socket (if there was one).
