Disclaimer: Even though we both own the Back to the Future DVDs, neither of us own the rights to the movie trilogy.

Author's Note: These flash fics occur in the final timeline of the Clint Eastwood Universe, a universe that we have future plans to expound upon.

Marty's POV (written by EmmettMcFly55)

It has been a full year now.

I sigh, as I turn my head away from the old, dusty calendar that gives me the undeniable truth. Once more, I ask myself the very same question as always – why? Why did this have to happen to me? I was supposed to be a rock star. To become world famous. Granted, what Jennifer told me about our future in 2015 tells me that those things weren't what you'd call quite right either, but at least that was a life.

At least that was after I was born.

I once more glare at the calendar and read the date. September second, 1886. It's been a full year since I arrived in 1885, intending to rescue Doc in a quick job and then return to the future. It would've happened, too, if not for that stupid flying train showing up and smashing the DeLorean, ripping through it like tin foil, like Biff's car would've done in '55 according to Doc. The irony.

I guess that I was lucky to survive, but the following events sincerely made me doubt that. It was all so weird. First, we try to talk to those versions of Doc and Clara from the future, but they disappear in front of our eyes. Then, young Doc shows up with Jennifer, tells me about how future me sent him back from the year 1935, and in the end ends up getting me to stay behind with Jen while they go back to a very much advanced 1935. Which I'm supposed to create.

I then glance at Jennifer – the only positive thing about my life now. She's my wife now, still asleep in her bed. She looks lovely like this, like she did on our wedding day. I'd never thought that I'd marry at age 17 and a half, but I did. Apparently the townsfolk would think of it as improper when we'd live together unmarried. In 1985 they wouldn't even think twice about it. One more reason why I dislike this era.

And as I then look up in the sky, I realise that, while things might be bad now, a bright future lies ahead of us. The world in 1935 that Emmett told me about sounds like an utopia compared to what the old '35 was like. Jennifer told me a lot about it, too – apparently, since she was taken away at exactly the right moment, she still had her old memories but new ones were coming in, allowing her to sympathise with me and giving us a view of the beautiful world of the future. The thought that I'm supposed to create it all does fill me with some fear, but as I look up, I remember one very important thing that my very best friend – and my father, now – always taught me, and that will guide me through my adventures.

If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.

And I'll believe in that completely.

Calvin's POV (written by bttf4444)

It has been one week, now.

I sigh, as I step into my twin brother's bedroom. I feel an aching in my heart, as I began to realize how much I miss dear Marty. Granted, Marty hasn't entirely disappeared. However, he currently exists in the form of "Clint Eastwood" - and is a whole century older. While, throughout the past week, Mr. Eastwood's memories of the seventeen years of our life began returning to him - he's still not the same person that I've always had a tight bond with.

Tears fill my eyes, as I pick up Marty's diary. Do I dare read it, or should I hand it to Mr. Eastwood? I suppose the latter would be the right thing to do.

As I glance at the cellphone by Marty's bed, I consider calling up Suzy Parker. Not only is she my girlfriend, but she's the one person who can relate to my situation. For she has also lost her twin, as the Emmett Brown of 1935 has brought Jennifer to 1885 - so that she could be with Marty.

In 1885, Jennifer has assumed the identity of "Claudia Wells" - and not long after arriving, the two of them got married. In those days, it was considered a major taboo for two unmarried people of the opposite gender to live together - if they weren't related.

Speaking of changing times, I mull over the story that Mr. Eastwood recounted to me - about how he originated from a reality that was a little more primitive than this one. Apparently, the 1985 of the reality he came from is quite similar to the 1935 of the reality that I grew up in and always knew.

As I step out of Marty's bedroom, I hear a sigh from my mother. Even though my parents are also aware of Marty's fate of becoming "Clint Eastwood", they also miss him. I can't blame them, of course. Not only is Marty now older than my parents, but he's also older than their parents - and even their parents' parents. I imagine that it would be hard for a parent to accept.

Of course, it's hard for me to get used to the fact that my own twin brother was responsible for creating the reality that I grew up in. Hell, I didn't even exist in the reality that Marty originated from. I try not to feel inadequate, though. After all, I obviously do exist - as I'm aware of who I am.

I then think of two of my close friends, Scott Eastwood and Benjy Brown. It just feels weird to think that I'm really an indirect ancestor of them, as both are descendants of my twin brother! Hell, even the existence of Harmony Brown was indirectly caused by my twin being stuck in 1885. In fact, Scott and Harmony have been dating each other for about a year. The whole thing feels too surreal.

I swallow, as I decide to pay my century older twin brother a little visit.