The Junction Point Part Two

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Author's Note: Here we go again, new chapter for a new story. Hope you all like it.

1: Prologue

October 21, 2075
10:40 PM PDT

"Great Scott!"

Martin Seamus McFly the Fourth looked up in surprise at Emmett Brown's cry. He jumped off his chair, and ran out towards the staircase. He realised his great- grandfather was in the lab right now, double-checking one of his inventions. Marty felt nervous, as he sure wished nothing bad had happened to Doc. Great-Grandpa Emmett really was a nice person.

He smiled, as he headed over to the secret elevator, that was hidden in the house at a special room behind the toilets. As he managed to squeeze himself in the small room, the operator started talking to him, just after he pressed his thumb to the plate. "Good evening Mister McFly IV, alternate version" the electronic voice said. "The day today is Monday, October 21st, 2075, 10:41 PM, and you're at 5732 Hill County Road, in the exterior parts of New Hill Valley, California, Americanada. Where would you like to go today?"

"Just the main lab floor please, thank you" Marty IV said, and waited as the elevator raced him downwards with an amazing speed, then stopped and opened it's doors again, and Marty walked into the familiar surroundings of Doctor Emmett Brown's main lab, that he shared with his friend and co-worker, Martin Seamus McFly the First, alternative version. Marty IV ignored the impressing things that were around, including some hovering things, and walked over to his great-grandfather.

"Isaac Aristocrates Brown" Doc exclaimed towards his youngest great-grandchild. Marty IV almost burst out in laughter as he saw the young boy had stolen his great-grandfather's tools… typical Isaac. "Why do you always take my tools!" He sighed, frustrated. "I should be happy that you take after me, your father and your grandfather, but sometimes, you really tend to annoy me."

"Hi to you, too, Great-Gramps" Marty IV said. Doc turned around with a frown, then his face lighted up. "Marty!" He went over and patted his great-grandchild on the back. "It's nice to see you. Why are you visiting me?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Marty IV said back. "I had to check what was going on. That shout sounded through the entire household." He noticed his girlfriend, Emily Lester, standing in the background. "Hey, what's Emmy doin' here?"

"We got a special project coming up" Doc said, with a faint smile. "I was just about to go up and get you when Isaac took my tools." He stared down, and grabbed the tools out of the four-year-old's hand. "I have been checking it in the past few hours, and I think it should work well." He pointed to a device that was standing in the corner, with a towel above it.

"Why did you put a towel on it?" Marty IV asked, confused.

"I figured a hair dryer wouldn't work that well," Doc snickered, "and they still have towels in this future. But seriously – I wanted to cover it for you, if you unexpectedly came in, and for Emily too." He walked over to the device, and took the towel away from it. "May I present to you, the mind travelling control device!"

"The what?" Marty IV asked, his eyes almost bugging out of his head.

"Mind travelling control device" Doc said, with a certain pride. "Allows people to travel across the space-time continuum without actually being there. I now added years up until 999.999 BC, and the same in AD. Also, I specified the place where you will end up. You'll now be within five feet of your target."

"Great" Marty IV said, with joy.

"Here," Doc said, "here, let me demonstrate. Imagine you want to go see the drowning of South-East America, before the country merged with Canada." He tapped in some dates, and soon, December 21, 2058, 12:00 AM, Miami, Florida arrived at the screen. "That's two hours and forty-five minutes before the flood" Doc told his friends. "We even should get some pictures…" He threw a switch at the side. The system started loading up, and suddenly, a view of 2050s Miami appeared, sleeping, and the storm sounding loud. In the distance, Marty IV could see the sea that, in the 2070s, would be all over the ruins of what once was Florida and the rest of South-Eastern America.

"Say that you wanna see the accurateness of the fossils?" Doc asked. "Were humans around 10.000 years ago? What did the world look like at the end of the ice times?" He tapped in July 26, 8450 BC, 1:00 PM, Amsterdam, Holland, Europe and waited again. Just five seconds after the switch was turned around, a view of the snowy world appeared. "Hmm" Doc said. "One hell of an ice age if it was still all snow in July. I hadn't expected everything to be that drastic."

"So, where are we going?" Marty asked.

"You mean, when" Doc corrected. "Well, with today's date and all, I thought it was nice for you to…"

"We're going to October twenty-first twenty-fifteen!" Marty IV exclaimed, with obvious excitement. "I can't believe it, we're going to 21 October 2015! I have to see everything, I have to see Dad and Great-Grandpa Marty there, along with Mom, and Grandpa Marty Junior and Grandma Suzy, and you and Great-Grandpa Marty's seventeen-year-old self and Great-Great-Grandpa George and Great-Great-Grandma Lorraine and Emmy's ancestors…" He danced around the lab with excitement, and gave Emily a kiss on the cheek. "We're really going to the past! We're going to the past!" He couldn't remember the last time his great-grandfather let him use the time machine, and actually going to 2015…

"Please, calm down" Doc instructed, firmly. "Yes, you can go to 2015, but first we have to speak about a few rules. There is, of course, no risk of running into anyone since they can not see you, but still, you have to be careful. I don't know what will happen if you stay there for the entire day… I wonder if your body can handle that much physical soul being away from it. Also, you have to be careful that you don't get yourself too exhausted. I'm not sure if that would be good for your current body. Exhaustion from an entire day mixed with rest from a long sleep… I think your body would be confused, then."

"Thanks for the info, Great-Grandpa" Marty IV said, smirking. "Yeah, we'll be careful. Emmy and I both will. Of course we will. You know us, you can trust us – really, do we have to say more?"

"No, I guess not" Doc said. "But – really, be careful. For all we know, the experiment can go wrong. If you want to back out now, just say it."

"Getting worried in your old days, Great-Gramps?" Marty IV joked.

"Just concerned about losing the ones I care for" Doc said. "Well, anyway, I guess we're about ready. I'll just tap in the Destination Time in the machine, it will load up, and will transport you to 2015. Any time in mind?"

"11am" Marty IV said. "That's the time Great-Grandpa Marty, Dad and Mom arrived. I'd love to see that."

"All right" Doc said, in tapping the coordinates of what was a road in 2075, but would be a potato field in 2015. "October twenty-one… two thousand fifteen… eleven am." He looked up. "Now, just lie down, and put on those caps." He checked his watch. "It's 10:57 PM now – 11 would be a nice time. You'll wake up again at noon tomorrow.

"Sounds all right with me" Marty IV shrugged.

"Okay" Doc said, as he watched his friends putting on the caps. "All right, you're all ready, I'm all ready, let's go!" He pulled a switch. The machinery gave a little buzzing sound, then said, mechanically: "Countdown for time travel by minds starting now. Sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight…"

"All right!" Emmy exclaimed. "Sounds like you really improved on it, Doc! I think it sounds like you really improved on it!"

Doc couldn't hold his chuckle back as he heard Emmy carry on the long family tradition of the Lester's of repeating themselves. "Yes, that's true, Miss Lester… Emily. I did as much of a job on it as I could, realizing that you and your boyfriend would be anxious to go back to 2015."

"Fifty-five, fifty-four, fifty-three…"

"Hey Doc, can't you do the countdown yourself?"

Doc looked towards the forty-seven-year-old that had just entered the room. "Marty!" he exclaimed, recognising his friend. Marty McFly III was dressed in a 1970s shirt with pants inside-out, perfectly fitting into the strange past-future mix the 2070s formed. "How nice is it to see you! I was just sending off your son and his girlfriend back to 2015."

"Forty-seven, forty-six, forty-five…"

"Girlfriend?" Marty III asked, smiling.

Marty IV rolled his eyes. "Unlike you, I'm not afraid to reveal my feelings for a girl, Dad, in real life and in stories." Marty Senior loved telling stories of their tales through time, in which Marty III kept insisting Sarah wasn't his girlfriend, however they grew closer to each other as time passed. It wasn't that weird that, in the time travel novels his father wrote, he purposely ignored any mention of girlfriends, ashamed of his denying back then.

"Well, Great-Grandpa George did like my stories, and he was a science fiction writer himself with major pairings in his tales" Marty III pointed out. "I can still remember how proud he was when I won that writer's contest, early 2047…" His smile saddened. "Three years before he died."

"Thirty-five, thirty-four, thirty-three…"

"Aw, come on, Dad" Marty IV said. "Great-Great-Grandma Lorraine survived up until December of 2061. She even got to see me as a little boy… and I vaguely remember her. She was 123 when she died, and Great-Great-Grandpa George was 112! That's a reasonable age, I think."

"I know, I know" Marty III sighed. "It's just… I miss them. Well, at least I still have my grandparents around… the paternal ones, at least… as well as my parents. Many people don't have that anymore, at age 47."

"Twenty-five, twenty-four, twenty-three…"

"You're absolutely right, Dad" Marty IV said. "You sure have a point. I mean – I guess I am lucky that both of my great-grandparents are still around. Some people don't care too much for their grandparents, but since you lost your father at age 3 and 10 months… and gained him back at age 17 and 5 months, technically 6… well, I can see why you still like hanging around him. Grandpa Marty Junior is a cool guy. I can't wait to see him as teenager."

"Nineteen, eighteen, seventeen…"

"Sounds like your wish is about to come true" Doc said. "Just remember that the Marty McFly Junior that you know is a completely different one from his teenage self.

"I know, I know Doc" Marty IV said. "I know."

"Ten, nine, eight, seven…"

Marty IV breathed hard. He felt himself stop relaxing, as the cap on top of him began to make louder noises.

"Six, five, four…"

Marty felt Emily grab his hand. He held it, tightly.

"Three, two, one, TRANSPORT!"

With a sharp zap of electricity, that hurt much less than the one his father had experienced in 2046, Marty felt everything go black and completely blank. Before he knew it, he and Emily were warped through time back to the year twenty-fifteen.