This is just a little laugh for those who were never Marty fans. LOL I had this idea for a while and a couple friends insisted that I had to put it down on paper (or on the web! LOL) so here it is. It is just a very short comedic type fanfic with only a few chapters.

If you are a Marty fan you definitely do NOT want to read this! Go! Shoo! Read something else! LOL But if you wished for her to get the heck out of Llanview a lot earlier than she did and you cheered on the van, then this fic's for you! LOL

Thanks in advance for any comments. I love to hear what you have to say.

Chapter 1

John sat at his desk in his office cleaning his gun. It was nice to be back at work but it wasn't the same and it wouldn't be until he got his life together and went after what he really wanted.

Natalie!

Knock knock

Sighing he looked up as SHE came in.

Damn, her again!

"Marty what can I do for you now." It wasn't really a question just something he felt he should say.

"Oh John! I need your help!" wheeze, spit, eyes rolling " I am soooo worried about Cole and his dating Starr! You know Todd, he won't let them keep seeing each other. He'll end up doing something stupid and I don't want it to be something to my hot ... uhhh I mean beautiful son."

Sighing again, John looked back at his gun because frankly looking at Marty made him queasy.

"Look Marty you're a doctor right? You need to figure this out on your own. I can't help you with it." And really don't want to, he thought.

"But John..." she increased her wheezing and panting until the papers on John's desk started to blow across it.

He slapped his hand down on them to keep them from blowing onto the floor and then picked up the phone and set it on them to keep them in place. Once again he picked up his gun to finish cleaning it.

"Marty just talk to Cole and tell him about your worries, I'm really busy right now and don't have time."

Marty approached John with her eyes rolling like a slot machine and her arms waving frantically and almost causing her to lift off the ground.

"But John..." she tried again, this time increasing her panting until John had serious thoughts that she might heave up a lung.

"Marty I said I don't have time," he leaned forward to get up but his chair suddenly tipped back.

BANG!