These good fellows don't belong to me, but I promise when I'm done to pick um up, dust um off and with a kiss on the cheek return them safely home.

I don't own Emergency! All credit goes to Jack Webb, R.A. Cinader, and Universal Studios

I don't own Delorian or Back to the Future, names used only for plot

PLEASE R&R! This is my first story that I've published on so if I did some formatting wrong or something posted funny please understand! Thx!

"I can't believe you convinced me to come on this trip with you, Brook! You know I've never liked Emergency!"

"I can't believe I got you to come, Patty!" I said. "You knew that we were going to LA to see Station 51 and, yet, you came! This is awesome!"

"Well, you're also going to the Back to the Future exhibit, right?"

"Of course we are! I can't wait! We can get rides in the DeLorean! You remember the slogan, right Vickie? 'Soon it won't be your time at all!'"

"How can I forget? I want to go back to medieval times to see queens' dresses! THAT would be so awesome!"

"Me too! But, remember! We agreed to two trips! You choose one and I choose one!"

"Yeah, I know. So where are we going for your trip?"

"He he he he he he he!"

"Brook! You're doing your evil laugh! Oh dear me, we're going back to the 70's so you can meet Johnny and Roy, am I right?"

"You know me too well, Patty! Yes, yes we are. But don't worry, I think you'll like the Phantom!" When we got to the hotel we dropped our stuff that we didn't need for the time trip off quickly then hurried to the Back to the Future exhibit. When we got there they were about to stop letting people get in line for a ride. We got last in line! "When should we go first, Pat?

"Let's get your trip over with first!"

"Don't be such a pessimist! It'll be fun!" I said.

"Uh huh." Pat said nervously.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't you think they've had a few too many rides? Don't you think it'll glitch?"

"Nah! They wouldn't have let us get in line if they were going overboard on rides!" I said confidently.

"OK! I guess so." Pat replied, still nervous.

"Are you ready to hit 88 and blast to the past?" Jim, the driver, asked.

"Yeah!" Patty and I said together. Although I sounded more happy freaking out than nervous freaking out.

"OK, well, we'll be back in a flash, Mom and Dad!" I said getting into the DeLorean. Patty got in after me. "OK Jim! We're ready!" Jim was powering up the car.

"Um, Jim? Is the car OK? It sounds pretty rough," Patty asked. Even I admitted that it didn't sound too good.

"Oh! It's, um, fine. We'll get there just fine," Jim responded

"Well, Jim, we want to get there AND come back in one piece!" I told him. All of a sudden we were off! "WOAH!" Me and Patty yelled. Then there was a big flash. We came to an abrupt stop. Me and Patty had enough room in between us and the dash that we were OK but Jim hit the steering wheel. I immediately checked for a pulse. He had a weak, thready pulse and contusions on his head. "Patty, call 911! He needs medics NOW!"

"Brook! My cell isn't working!" Pat yelled, "Um, Brook? Look around us."

"Oh. My. Goodness! The trip actually worked? How will we get back?