Apologies in advance for this. It basically came out of nowhere. Just, Bender, Marty and Ferris are one of my favorite persons that don't exist of all time and just imagine what hazard these three would cause if they ever met. At least Marty doesn't have his Delorean anymore. (Or has he? :D)

Warnings for cussing, slight references of drug use and oh-so-slight-slash. Oh, and behavior I don't recommend on copying.

Please Note: English is not my native language, and this wasn't beta'ed. Most likely contains grammatical errors.

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So, college sucks balls, Ferris concludes. He had resented the idea a lot, because it meant being away from home, from Cameron and Sloane, from everything. He missed home. And he missed his best friend, Cameron, who he could pull in all sorts of fun (Cam called it capital T trouble, but, well, it's Cam). But Cameron's parents just had to send him to Harvard. Figures. And Ferris himself is in New York. The distance sucks. Majorly.

Oh, and don't get him started on how much he misses Sloane. Sloane, who had still a year in high school, and then probably would be send off to Chicago for college. They had broken up, true, but it was more due to the long distance that was between them for the next few years, than anything else. He cared a great deal for her. And he missed her laid-back attitude, and the fact that she was indeed one of the few girls who actually used their pretty heads once in a while.

The teachers were absolutely no fun, either. It's like half of them are close relatives of Rooney, or something. Or maybe his charming principal had called ahead, also entirely possible. Ferris hated people with no funny bone in their body. He sighed, and put away his philosophy homework. He was sure he could talk his way out of it. Hopefully. He sat back on his chair, chewing on a pencil when someone knocked on the door. Ferris furrowed his brows. It was late.

"It's open."

The door opened with a bang and through it came a bouncing ball of energy and an astounding good mood. The boy was around his age, with bright eyes and reddish hair and a thousand-watt smile. He carried a guitar on his back and had a colorful skateboard in one hand, in the other a duffel bag. The boy zeroed his gaze on Ferris and, if humanly possible, smiled even wider. Ferris couldn't help but smile back.

"Hi, I'm Marty McFly, and I'm your new roomie! How's it goin'?"

Ferris raises an eyebrow. West coast. But, the suave bastard that he is, he smirks and says; "Call me Ferris. Ferris Bueller."

The other boy, Marty, flops down on the empty bed and toes his shoes off. "You came in quite late. School started a few days ago," Ferris remarks, when Marty apparently doesn't want to say anything else.

"Yeah I know, but I got a scholarship here, and for some reason there where some complications fitting me in, since I applied pretty late," Marty shrugs. Ferris looks at him skeptically. Marty catches his look, and then grins ruefully. "Yeah, I know, I don't really look like a geek, huh? I got a scholarship for this," he said, tugging at his electric guitar.

Ah, that makes sense. "So, are you some kind of the next Van Halen?" Ferris asks, joking.

Marty scratches his head and then gives him a grin. "I would hope so."

Ferris can't help but laugh. He likes that guy already. Marty eyes him. "And you?" he asks Ferris then.

"No scholarship. We can't all be the next generation's Eddie Van Halen, sorry. I'm just a computer science and mathematics student."

Marty looks gives him an once-over. "You don't exactly strike me as a computer-nerd," he says, thoughtful.

"Yeah, it's also not where my true talents lie, but computers, they're the future, man." Computer science is a brand-new subject at the NYU and has not that much students yet. Also, not many people realize the importance of computers just yet, but Ferris just knows he's right. If he can delete his attendance records easily from home, imagine what he could do in a few years. To his surprise, Marty nods in agreement.

"Yeah, you're totally right one that one. Computers will define our future, in the next few decades."

That got Ferris' attention. Marty sounded sure. So sure as if he'd already seen it. "How do you know that?" he asks him then.

Marty, for some god-awful reason, freezes up. Not what Ferris was expecting. Then Marty starts rambling quite pathetically. "Oh, you know, I just think you're right, y'know. I mean it's not like, I have a car, haha, that drives into the future. Haha, that would be totally silly, huh? It's not like time cars, or, I dunno, trains exist!"

Time cars? Trains? "Are you high?" Ferris asks, because, none of this made any sense.

"What? No!" Marty yelps.

"Dude, you just told me about a car that travels through time. You tell me."

Marty stares at him. Panicked. Huh. Ferris files that away for later, because, what the hell.

"Uh, my dad is a SciFi novelist. I have a pretty heavy imagination. Runs in the family." Marty says, but it sounds unsure. Again, Ferris makes a mental memo for later. Then, he catches up with what Marty just told him. He jumps up so fast, Marty actually scrambles back in shock.

"Waitwaitwait just a minute! McFly? SciFi novelist? Don't tell me your father is the George McFly, author of 'A Match Made In Space'?" he all but screeches. Sloane made him read that novel, and even if Ferris is not really a sucker for romance, that book was all ten ways of awesome. He actually read it a second time. And a third.

Marty, who had tensed up at the beginning of his rant, visibly relaxed. Ferris swears he'll analyze that at a later time. It's what he does. He'd make a damn good lawyer, that's for sure. But the weirdness that is apparently Marty McFly is not as interesting as Ferris standing before the offspring of one of the greatest SciFi authors in current time. "Well?" Ferris asks impatiently. "Is he?"

"Huh? Oh yes, he is. Totally. Didn't know he was that famous. What do you know. You a fan or something?" Marty grins up at him from his bed.

"Are you kidding me?! I would die for an autograph!" Because, it's true. He would go lengths for an autograph from the George McFly. Just, you know. Not actually dying.

Marty just laughs pleasantly. No, seriously, this guy just climbs and climbs higher up in Ferris' book. "I can write my dad, if you like, or ask him when he gets here with the rest of my stuff. I'm sure he'll sign your copy."

"He's coming here?" Oh, this is getting good. Really good.

"Yup. He'll come along this week. And my mom. My brother is currently working in New York, he's some kind of super-lawyer, and they'll be visiting him for most of the time. But yeah, they'll swing by and bring me the rest of my stuff." He then eyes Ferris. "My mom will love you."

Ferris snorts. "All mothers love me."

"Somehow, I don't doubt that."

Marty then yawns, and starts undressing. He slinks under his covers in his Led Zeppelin shirt and boxers and gives Ferris a wave. "See you tomorrow!"

Ferris wants to ask Marty now all kind of things, but the snore from the other side makes him bite his lip. He then gets up and to his bathroom, getting ready for bed.

As he is brushing his teeth, he can't help but think that college suddenly doesn't suck as much as it did just half an hour ago.