AN: Hello, people! So, as promised, here's the beginning of MMSM. So-a few things to understand:

i) This story is set sometime after the first movie, but is non-canon, so the events of BTTF 2 and 3 never happened, and Doc is still single.

ii) I put in the new special addition to the DeLorean (sp) to benefit the plot.

Well, that's all for now. R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Back to the Future. Or Spider-Man. Or a cool, time-traveling DeLorean. *Cries*

"Doc?" Marty McFly tapped on the polished wooden door with two fingers. "Doc? Hello?" Finally, the door opened, and an old, crazy-looking man with wild white hair and a lab coat stuck his head out. He smiled as soon as he saw the teenager.

"Marty!" he said excitededly. "Come in!" Marty strolled casually in, stroking Doc's dog Einstein on the head as he went inside.

Marty and Doc had been friends since Marty was 15, when he had met the slightly mad scientist and helped out at his yard sale. Now, two years later, their friendship was as strong as ever. Doc may have been weird, but he was harmless-mostly.

"So, Doc, you wanted my help?" Marty asked.

"Yes indeed." Doc said. "I am cleaning out my garage, and I needed you to help me sort out all my inventions." Marty's eyebrows shot into his hair.

"Seriously?" he asked, dumbfounded. "That's going to take a while…" Doc laughed as he led Marty into the garage. Marty could see immediately that the garage really was in need of cleaning.

Every square inch of the place was chockfull of numerous inventions of all shapes and sizes, including some Marty had never seen before.

"I was thinking that we could do this in alphabetical order." Doc said. "You know, A, B, C, D…"

"Okay…" Marty said, still lost for words at the mess lying before him. Suddenly, something caught his eye.

"Hey, what does this do?" he asked, picking up a megaphone-looking device.

"That's an animal translator." Doc answered. "It can interpret the communication pattern of any animal and translate it into Basic English."

"Really?" Marty asked, impressed. Eager to try it out, he turned the device on and raised it to his mouth. "So Einstein, how's it going?" he asked, hearing his voice coming out of the device in a series of barks. He lowered the device to Einstein's mouth as the dog started barking.

"Oh, everything is just perfect!" came the sarcastic reply. "I only ever get to eat dry dog food and leftovers, I get harassed by the neighbor's cat everyday, and I've got a MONSTER case of fleas! Oh yeah, life couldn't be better!" Marty, stared from the dog to Doc.

"Yeah, that's why I stopped using it." Doc confirmed. Marty handed the device over, and Doc put it in a box.

They then got to work, with Doc calling out the name of an invention, and Marty handing it over. As Marty was walking around the garage, he stopped for a second and looked at the vehicle sitting amidst the gadgets.

It was a DeLorean-and a time machine. A couple weeks back, Doc had invited Marty over to see the invention as Doc took it on its first test run. Unfortunately, due to a little problem involving Libyans, Marty had accidentally ended up going back to 1955, where he met his parents when they were teenagers, and accidentally almost stopped his own existence. Fortunately though, he had managed to get his parents together, and as a result, his life had changed for the better when he got back to 1985.

Marty rested his hand on the alien-looking car, reflecting on the adventure. As weird and crazy as it had been, he had to admit, it was kind of fun going back in time. And he had sure had a hell of a time making an ass out of Biff while he was there. He then noticed something inside the car.

"Hey Doc, you make a new installment to the DeLorean?"

"What?" called Doc, who was putting up a helmet he had made to read minds. "Oh, yes!" he said. "Once you had gotten back from the past, I figured that, well, when you're traveling through time, sometimes, there are some cases where you just can't drive the DeLorean. So I made an emergency transport button so that, in emergency situations, you could just set in the time and place you want to go to, and it will just automatically transport you there. There's only one thing though-the emergency transport button can only be used once every few hours." Marty nodded in understanding, then looked inside the car.

"New York, 2002. Doc? What were you doing in New York, in 2002?"

"Well," Doc started to answer, but before he could finish, the phone rang. "Oh." He said. "Marty, do you think you could take care of this til I get back?" he asked, handing Marty his clipboard.

"Yeah, sure thing, Doc." Marty answered, taking the clipboard as the inventor went into the kitchen to answer the phone. There were only a few things left anyway, so Marty managed to finish before Doc came back. He was just awaiting Doc's return, when

"Hey McFly!" Marty inwardly growled. Turning slowly, he saw his hated rival, Needles, standing outside the garage.

"What do you want, Needles?" Marty asked irritably.

"Information." Needles said. "Whatcha doin' McFly? Helping out the old crackpot?"

"Doc's not crazy!" Marty said angrily.

"Hey, what does this do?" Needles asked, walking over to check out the DeLorean.

"Stay from that!" Marty said, running and trying to pull Needles away from the car. Needles, however, just laughed and threw Marty into the DeLorean. As Marty fell into the car, his hand pressed a button-the emergency transport button.

"No!" Marty said, but it was too late already. As Needles watched, Marty, and the DeLorean, disappeared into thin air.