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Author's Note: This story details how Doc first met Marty in the Hell Valley Timeline. It's very different from how they meet in all the other timelines/universes.

July 3, 1968
3:00 PM PDT

Dr. Emmett Brown really felt nervous, as he walked over to the McFly's house. He was rather close friends with George McFly, who had been the leader of CAB - which stood for Coalition Against Biffco. He never expected to be so close to George, even though the latter was the father of Marty McFly - the boy who meant much to the scientist.

Nearly two weeks ago, Marty was born to George and Lorraine. Yet, back in 1955, the same young boy had spent a week with the scientist. Doc, as the teen had referred to him, smiled at the thought. It seemed to be quite hard, picturing Marty as a tiny baby.

Doc sighed, as he thought back to that week. Initially, he sure had been suspicious of the teen. Still, he had quickly grown to be quite fond of the boy. He remembered how sad he felt, when it was time to send Marty back to 1985. Doc missed Marty, terribly.

However, Doc wasn't sure if the baby Marty would actually grow to become the same teen Marty. After all, since Biff had won his first bet, things simply seemed to turn for the worse. Would he even be able to complete his time machine by 1985? He felt that it would be improbable. After all, much of his time was occupied by working with CAB.

"Emmett!" gushed George, as Doc approached the house. "It was very nice of you to come. My wife is inside, as she's feeding Marty. He's so tiny, but he's also real cute. I think you'll really like him. I just hope that he won't have to grow up in a world like..."

"Yeah, this world is practically a dystopia," Doc replied, nodding. "I'm quite suspicious, George. I mean, I think Biff might've... How is it possible for him to become so rich? In fact, he supposedly bet a million on his first bet. Why would anyone do something..."

"Well, if God is just..." muttered George. "Well, I don't know what he could've done. I don't think he would've been able to rig the game. Anyway, let's head inside. It's hot, today. There is some lemonade in the fridge, though." With a sigh, he added, "I quite feel concerned about the kids, though. This fall, Dave will be starting kindergarten."

"Yeah, Dave certainly is growing," Doc replied, with a small smile. As he caught sight of Lorraine, he almost gasped. The baby looked very tiny! Granted, he remembered that teen Marty hadn't been very tall. "So, I gather that this baby must be Marty?"

"That's right," cooed Lorraine, as she lifted up the bottle. "Martin Seamus McFly. We really decided to name him after George's great-grandfather, Seamus - and Seamus' brother, Martin. Of course, we also thought about your nephew. I simply miss him."

"I could never get in touch with him," Doc replied, as he thought of his cover story. "I, uh, tried writing to him - but he never responded. I fear that he moved away - and he might've, uh, forgotten about me." Doc sighed, as he quite wished that could come up with a better story. "The thing is, I wonder if he's even still alive. I just can't find him."

"It really doesn't seem like Calvin," Lorraine replied, sadly. As she handed baby Marty over, she added, "Why don't you go hold Marty? It just seems quite strange, thinking that I'm now a mother of three. Of course, my children are all a real blessing to me."

"I imagine so," Doc replied, as he gazed into Marty's big blue eyes. "Marty really is an adorable baby." Doc smiled at the baby, as he added, "How are you, Marty? I'm sure happy to meet you." The baby cooed, happily. "Well, you seem to be a happy boy."

"I can tell that he already likes you," cooed Lorraine. "I just hope that we can provide a decent life, for young Marty. I really hope that Biff doesn't make me regret bringing young Marty into this world... or Dave and Linda. The thing is, I sure feel real bad for Dave. He's been so depressed, lately. It's like... Well, I wish I could make him feel..."

"I understand how you feel, Lorraine," Doc replied, as he began to bounce Marty. "It really seems as though... Well, I sure don't know what to say. I wish that I could say everything will, uh, blow over. Still, I certainly have no idea how true this really is."

"Let's not be so negative," urged George, gently. "Look at how happy Marty is. I think we could learn something from him." After a brief pause, he added, "It seems to be so ironic. There actually was a time, as you probably remember, where I didn't even..."

Doc smiled at George, as he thought of the irony of the whole situation. It was Marty, believe it or not, who had encouraged George to be a more confident person. It really seemed strange, as he thought of how George had become the CAB leader. He simply tried to be optimistic, as George had the confidence to stand up to his former bully.

"You've gone a long ways, honey," Lorraine replied, as she placed her arm around her husband. "Biff really is one scary person. I mean, even before he was rich, I sure was afraid to be alone with him. Well, I certainly hope that he's happy with Carrie Anne."

"What if she simply meets the same fate as..." Doc started to say. "I always felt that Biff was the one responsible for... Poor Marilyn Monroe! She really seemed to have a promising life. The thing is, I could never figure out what Norma Jeane saw in Biff."

"Well, Biff sure has a cunning personality," George replied, rolling his eyes. "He knows how to act real sweet and charming. He quite managed to fool the presses. He'll even cry, right in public, if it works towards his agenda. I actually used to think that he was quite dumb. However, he seems to have gotten smarter - and that, to me, is scary."

Doc sighed, as he really wished to tell the couple his theory. However, he kept feeling as though it wasn't a good idea. Besides, he wasn't even quite sure how Biff did it. He figured that, somehow, time travel was involved. It simply was the best explanation.

"Do you think he's a psychic?" asked Lorraine. "It sure doesn't seem fair. I sometimes wonder if God is punishing us. I simply don't know what for, though - and why should Biff be the one rewarded?" As she looked up, she added, "Isn't Marty bothered..."

"Hey, he's only a baby," protested Doc, gently. "I mean, you can't exactly expect for him to understand what's going on. I just wish, uh..." Doc stopped himself, as he was somewhat shocked by what he was about to say. Did he honestly want for this Marty to remain being a baby? "Well, I just wish we could raise him up in a pleasant world."

"It'll happen," George replied, confidently. "I've simply defeated Biff, back when I was seventeen. Do you remember? I'm very sure that I can do it, once again. By the way, I've learned something important. If you put your mind to it, you could accomplish..."

"... anything," Doc finished, with a smile. Of course, he actually was the one to teach that expression to Marty - who had, in turn, taught it to his father. "I suppose I quite can't argue with you. I remember teaching you that, when you were in third grade."

"I sure wish I had listened," George replied, chuckling. "Well, I suppose the whole visit from Darth Vader has helped. I just wish that he would come to Biff, and convince him to change his ways. Maybe it's something that he would like me to take care of. I sure feel as though..." As he leaned over, he added, "I guess Marty has fallen asleep."

Doc smiled, as he gazed into Marty's face. He wondered what 1985 would be like. His smile vanished, as he realized that baby Marty was likely in for a life of trials. It really seemed hopeless. He would certainly try to make life as easy as possible for Marty.

He then thought about the time machine. Maybe, just maybe, there would actually be some way to undo this terrible world. He began to wonder if this might be his fault. Of course, he had yet to built a time machine. He sighed to himself, as Marty blinked.

"I guess we owe it to our children," commented Lorraine. "I mean, I guess we should simply count our blessings. I mean, we do have a wonderful family - and we do have plenty to be thankful for. Some people in this world just don't have it as good. I sure feel that we should make the most of our life. We quite want for Dave to be happy."

"Why don't I get us all some lemonade?" suggested George, just as he headed for the refrigerator. "Of course, Marty can't have any. He'll have to wait for next summer. At least, this summer has been pretty nice. All this pollution, though. I really can't be..."

"It's certainly not good for the ozone layer," replied Doc. "Y'know, if I could go to any time period... Well, I've always wanted to visit the Old West. When I was just a small boy, I wanted to be a cowboy. Of course, that was from before I read Jules Verne."

"I'm very fond of Jules Verne," George replied, nodding. "He was sort of the pioneer of science fiction. Of course, there's also HG Wells. I sure hope to, one day, be able to publish a novel. After all, I've really received a lot of positive comments - so I feel confident. I mean, I sure think that the story would sell rather well with teenagers."

"I think so, too," agreed Lorraine. Turning to Doc, she added, "Do you mind if George and I talk alone, for just a little while? I think you do real well, with babies. We should be back, in just a little while." Doc nodded. "Dave and Linda should be home, soon."

As Doc gazed at Marty, it seemed strange to think that he was the teenager that he knew - back in 1955. One thing was certain, it seemed like Marty would really have a much better family. Still, teen Marty never mentioned that Biff had been filthy rich.

Doc suddenly smiled, as he was real happy to meet Marty. He realized that, in a way, this was his first meeting with Marty - and this certainly was Marty's first meeting with him. Marty might come to see him as an uncle, as he was a friend to Marty's parents. Doc's smile grew wider, as his new little friend began to gurgle. He really loved Marty.