Epiphany

Chapter 1: The Epiphany

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As Lorraine Baines McFly did the laundry, she thought about her son. Well, her youngest son, Marty. He had been acting strange lately, acting like everything about his life was new to him. Marty was surprised to find Biff waxing George's car, he was surprised to see that George had written a book, even though he spoke about it nonstop before it was published- things like that. And it perplexed her.

She was deep in thought when she pulled a pair of Marty's underwear out of the dryer. Lorraine casually tossed it into the basket, and then did a double take. Reaching back into the basket she pulled the underwear out. They were purple. "Calvin Klein," she muttered. She was brought back to a day thirty years in the past. November 12th, 1955 to be exact. Her father had run over a boy named Calvin Klein, who later told her that he went by "Marty". She remembered telling him that she'd never seen purple underwear before. Lorraine remembered how jittery he was every time he was near her, and how he was the one responsible for her and George getting together at the Enchantment Under the Sea dance. Lorraine shook her head. "It's just a weird coincidence. There's no way the two could be connected." She finished the laundry and went about the rest of her household routines.


Marty pulled up to his house ten minutes after Mrs. McFly had discovered his purple underwear. He had just dropped Jennifer off at her house and was only planning on staying home long enough to grab his guitar. Just because the Doc wasn't in this year didn't mean that Marty wasn't going to take advantage of his amplifiers. As Marty dashed into his room (trying to avoid being seen), he was met with an unexpected sight. His mother was sitting on the bed, apparently waiting for him. "Hi…Calvin," she said.


Lorraine had made up her mind. She had to know exactly what was going on. No matter how hard she had tried, she couldn't stop wondering about the similarities between Calvin and Marty. Upon further reflection it seemed like Marty and Calvin even looked alike. So, Lorraine asked George. "Sweetie," she had said. "Do you remember Calvin Klein?"

"Of course I do, Lorraine. If it wasn't for him I never would have kissed you at the dance." George looked back down at his book. Lorraine took a deep breath and sat down in the chair next to her husband. "Do you remember what he looked like?" she asked. George glanced up, slightly confused by Lorraine's questioning. "I suppose he looked like…well, I suppose he looked kind of like Marty."

That had cinched it for Lorraine. There was definitely something…strange…going on. If what she suspected was correct (which she thought it was), she needed Marty to prove it. So, Lorraine had cooked up a plan. When she heard Marty's 4 x 4 Toyota pull up, she moved into position and waited.


Marty froze. "Um…"

Lorraine took this as a good sign. She slowly got off of Marty's bed and walked over to him. "Or do you prefer to be called Marty?" She pulled his underwear from behind her back. A slight blush went across Marty's face as he stumbled to find an answer. "I don't know what…heh…it's just…uh…I have to go meet Jennifer!" Marty turned tail and ran out of the house as fast as he could. That was all the confirmation Lorraine felt she needed. "Just wait until you get home, Marty. Just wait."


A/N: Hi! This is my first "Back to the Future" fanfic. This isn't going to be very long, but it won't continue any further unless I get some reviews. So, if you have just read this but have no intention of reviewing...oh, are you in trouble. I know when people read but don't review, and don't think you won't be punished. For those of you who are nice, and leave lovely (or not..) reviews, thank you! You are the people who keep me going. Feedback is what I live for. Once again, thanks.
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