In this reality things are a little different, so Marty Jr doesn't actually know Griff that well…yet. Dun dun DUN.

"He looks like a little runt to me. You ever see a guy that small? Like, one who ain't a dwarf?"

Spike peeped over her magazine and grinned maniacally, her long blond pony tail blowing in the wind; "Don't use the word 'runt'; you know that's Griff's word," she frowned in thought; "No, I haven't seen guys that small, not a lot... he's not too bad lookin' from a distance, never seen him close up," she looked back down at her magazine then added, "His sister's hot though."

Data and Spike sat opposite the Café 80's, discussing every individual who walked by. The victim now was Marty McFly Jr., who had run into the café and joined a small group of his friends. Mainly girls.

Data smirked; "I think Griff would like to beat him up pretty good," he lowered his voice as he said this. He remembered that Griff had attempted to get the McFly kid to fight in the third grade, but apparently Marty Sr. knew how to bring his kids up; Marty Jr. reacted to nothing.

Spike snorted in a very unladylike fashion; "Griff would like to beat anyone up pretty good. Although…" she squinted through the glass as best she could, her eyes widened, and then she shook herself, "nah… s'nothing."

But Data wasn't listening anyway. He was too busy chucking stones at passing children.

"Junior? Marty Junior? MJ!" Marty Sr. called throughout the house, and then ran upstairs to his son's room. He found him in the most ungraceful position on his bed.

"That can't be comfortable," Marty Sr. muttered, "ah well. Like father like son."

He prodded his son a few times, until the boy groaned and rolled over.

"Wha…?" Was the response his father got.

"Doc was here. You just missed him. You haven't missed your grandparents though."

"Oh, right…" Marty Jr. fell back onto the pillow and started snoring.

His father chuckled, ruffled his hair and made his way downstairs. Marlene was perched on the couch, filing her nails.

"Hey Dad," she said, smiling brightly.

"Hey sweetheart. What kind of moods are my parents in?"

"A good one. Why?"

"Nothing, it's just last time they were in a rage over Griff chucking stuff at their windows. I'm sure glad I'm not Biff Senior right now. What happened with you today?"

"I got asked out," she said, looking slightly amused.

"Who by?"

"Spike."

"Who's he?"

"She."

"And what did you say?"

"I said no. Because she's a bully and a pervert."

Marty Sr. chuckled. "It's not the first time the McFly's have had trouble with a member of a Tannen gang. She didn't threaten you afterward, did she sweetie?"

"Nah… I don't think she expected me to say yes, but she'll try again. Believe me."

Marty Sr. left the room, leaving his daughter sitting alone, now brushing her hair.

Marlene McFly wasn't a slut at all, though she definitely had inherited her aunt's gift with men… and women, for that matter. Spike was extremely pretty, and tall, but Marlene wouldn't allow herself to even consider dating the girl until she'd matured. She still kind of play flirted with her, but never went too far.

'Ugh,' she thought, 'at least my brother doesn't seem to be bothered by girls.'

Wow, chapter two. Never been this fast before. Please review!