My first shot at fan fiction. Wow, I'm a nerd, eh? ...or is it geek or dork? Never could understand the differences between the three. Anyhoo.

Back to the Future is NOT MINE. (unfortunately ;_;) Originally written by Robert Zemekis and Bob Gale, released by Universal Studios. Any other altered forms (i.e., Playstation 7) belong to their respective companies.

Thoughts SHOULD be in italics, but it doesn't seem to be working, so italics and ' ' for now. Enjoy! (Review? At least tell me what I'm doing wrong. Or why the italics won't work. ^_^; Many thanks to Anakin McFly and Stoko for letting me know how to fix the italics! I'll be busy all next week, so if I don't get chapter 2 done over the weekend, it'll be up next weekend. I hope.)

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"I'm trying to relax, so will you two please turn that goddamn PlayStation7 down and shut up!"

He slammed the door shut on his way out. 'Why did I let the goddamn kids have a sleepover?' Marty McFly Sr. fell into his Lay-Z-Boy 3000.

"They don't make 'em like they used to," he grumbled aloud to no one.

Even without his personal preferences, one could see that Marty had aged. Even the technology of the year 2012 couldn't reduce the wear and tear stress had inflicted upon Marty's visage in the past years... especially the last three.

He sighed, and checked the clock on the TV screensaver. 22:15. Another night before Jennifer had the kids for a month. Marty loved his kids with everything in his heart... but he wasn't exactly the best at expressing it.

Revolving in his chair, Marty's gaze fell upon items of old. The bottle of Happy Pills that nearly killed him and left him psychologically scared for life from taking drugs again. He tried not to think of how his family wept by his bedside... back when Jennifer still cared... his gaze moved again, hiding the dark memories from the front of his mind.

His faithful, blue guitar... two of the strings were broken, and it was horribly out of tune. The fact he still had "Johnny B. Goode" memorized didn't matter in this day and age... There just wasn't anyone that supported these out-of-date instruments, ever since kids got their hands on those bedamned Panasonic synthesiser boards that could recreate everything from electric guitars to trains.

Trains... he remembered the last train he had ever rode on... and the best friend he saw ride away in one.A faded photo caught his eye, sitting atop his vidbook shelf. He stood and crossed the room, the slightest hint of a smile forming on his lips as he examined his most prized possession.

'Simpler times,' thought Marty. 'Good times.'

It had been almost 30 years since he last saw his good friend, "Doc" Brown, leave through time. Long, lean years... no wacky experiments, no frantic time-travel adventures. Nothing. He couldn't even talk about anything, since it wasn't supposed to have happened. He placed the picture back, thudding his fist on the shelf with a supressed "Damn..." escaping his lips. Returning to his seat, he grabbed the house controller from the crack of the seat, and turned on the See-Thru option. The entire celing and roof of his house seemed to disappear, giving him a view of the inky black, starry sky... so many stars...

Marty's next conscious thought was about a car...

"Eh?" 'Am I dreaming? Is that...'