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The rest of Micah's shift seemed to last much longer than the two hours it actual was. It did eventually end though, and as soon as she clocked out she practically ran to door leading to the back alley. She saw Marty and Doc seeming to be having a deep discussion. Not wanting to be rude and eaves drop she cleared her throat to make her presence know.

The pair turned their gaze on her, "Hey, I'm kind of at a loss of what to do here so do you guys just want to come back to my place?" Marty and Doc looked at each other and had a silent conversation. It ended with Marty giving a small shrug and Doc saying, "It appears we have no other option."

Now the three were all piled into Micah's silver Toyota Corolla with The 1975 playing quietly in the background. For the whole duration of the drive none of them tried to make small talk. Doc sat in the back trying to figure out a way to get more plutonium, Marty was in the passenger thinking that this was all a bad idea and Doc should have never built a new DeLorean. He also made a promise to himself when he got back to 1985 that he would never touch the time machine again. Micah just couldn't wrap her head around the situation she was in. Maybe these people where just insane and had somehow escaped an asylum somewhere, and now she was letting them in her house!

After about 15 minutes of awkward silence Micah pulled into her driveway and parked.

She pulled the keys out of the ignition and fumbled for her house key. When it was found she opened her door and pulled herself out. Marty and Doc followed suit.

Micah was just putting her key into the lock when she heard Marty give a nervous chuckle as if he was doing something wrong, "Are you sure your parents aren't going to mind us staying here?"

"Trust me. You guys will be fine," she said. Besides her mother was out doing her nightly routine of bar hopping. "It's just going to be us three so calm down," Micah tried to reassure him and walked through the door leaving it open for them to follow.

Marty came in last and shut the door behind him. Micah didn't know about them but she was starving.

"Are you guy's hungry? I can order a pizza or something," she turned to look at them and saw they were staring at their surroundings in bewilderment.

Micah looked around as well trying to understand what had them dazed. The kitchen appeared to be relatively clean. There were a few dishes in the sink but that was nothing new.

"What?" Micah asked slightly annoyed.

Marty was kind enough to answer her, "Nothing. It's just that everything is so different. Nothing is like how it was the last time we were here. Maybe we messed up the progress of technology somewhere along the way Doc?" he turned to look at Emmett.

Micah pressed her lips together and nodded, "Well I'm going to order a pizza. Do you guys want anything?"

"We'll just have what you'll have," Marty gave her a small smile, trying to give the girl some form of simplicity.

"Okay," Micah pulled out her phone and opened an app to place an order. Once she had everything she wanted to she dug through her purse to grab her debit card. When the order was finalized she looked up at the boys, "Okay. Pizza should be here in about 20 minutes."

Doc looked to Micah, "Micah do you know any place we could get plutonium?" Micah rolled her eyes.

"I already told you I don't know, but I'm sure we could google it or something," she dismissed him with a wave of her hand.

"Google it?" Marty asked with confusion, "what does that mean?"

Micah opened the door that led to the basement which also happened to be her room. She walked past the little family area and grabbed her laptop off the couch. She booted it up as she was walking up the stairs. Sitting at the tiny table in the kitchen she opened a web browser and typed "where can you get plutonium" and hit search. Unfortunately nothing was really coming up.

"Well looks like you are shit out of luck," Micah told them after searching the web for a substantial amount of time, "nothing is coming up on where exactly you can get plutonium."

Doc shook his head as if he had been contemplating an idea for quite some time. Micah didn't like the look on his face.

"I'm afraid it has come to the only solution I know," he mumbled.

"What is it Doc?" Marty placed his hands on his hips.

"Marty, we are going to have to go the power plant that the Libyans stole from all those years ago and borrow some more!"

Marty and Micah were rendered speechless.

"Doc what are you talking about? Have you lost it? There has got to be another solution here," Marty started but Micah cut him off, "You're nuts! Do you know what kind of trouble you are going to get it? The kind of trouble you can get me in? That place is so heavily protected since the raid in 85 you won't even have a chance to get past the front gate!"

Micah couldn't help herself as she began to panic. The kind of legal trouble she would get into when this crazy scientist was caught. The cops would trace it back to her. They will coming knocking on her door knowing she had housed him and new about this plan. She would be convicted just as harshly as these two.

"Micah and Marty there is no other way! That time machine runs on plutonium and we are out! I won't get caught. I just need time to formulate a full proof plan. Tomorrow I will go get the DeLorean and bring it back here, create a plan, execute it, and we should be back in 1985 in no time!" Doc exclaimed looking Marty dead in the eye. He was so sure of himself and he honestly believed this was a rational idea.

Marty looked at him as if he had grown two heads, "Doc we can't do that to her. She's being nice enough to let us stay the night. Let's not abuse that. There has to be another way. I mean we can't involve her in something like that! Do you know the amount of trouble she will get in if you get caught and the cops link this back to her?" Micah was nodding her head in agreement.

Doc's wild eyes appeared even wilder under the dim kitchen light, "Marty wake up! She is already involved! We can't stay here. I have a family! You have a family! What about Jenniffer? Not to mention what could happen to the future if we stay. Are you not thinking?" Doc all but shouted and placed his heavy hands on top of Marty's shoulders.

Marty sighed, "Of course I'm thinking Doc, but at the same time this idea just seems too risky," Marty was beginning to relent seeing that their options were so limited.

Doc nodded in understanding of Marty's reluctance, "I promise Marty I won't get caught."

The trios head turned at the sound of a knock coming from the door. Micah stood from her seat, "Pizza's here."

She opened the door to greet a greasy faced teenager. She smiled.

"I got a large cheese pizza with vegetables for this address," he said showing her a slip of paper.

"Yeah that would be us. Thank you and have a good night," she hurriedly said and shut the door, "Let's just eat some pizza and talk about this later. Is that okay?" Micah begged.

Doc nodded as Marty said, "That's fine. Besides I'm starving."

Micah, Doc, and Marty sat around the little coffee table in the basement. The empty pizza box placed aside was long forgotten. Micah had been able to find information on the power plant, per Doc's request, since the raid back in the 80's. She was somehow able to find details on the new security system as well.

Micah didn't see a good ending. This place is so heavily protected there is no way Emmett was going to be able to pull this off.

She was also able to find a layout of the place and printed it out to give to Doc. He had been going through plan after plan which Micah had refuted all. He would start with, "Oh! We can enter at the upper level door on the east end and maneuver our way to the storage on the south! Where they keep the plutonium!"

All Micah had to do was look at the layout to know that wasn't going to work, "Yeah that's all fine and dandy man, but once you open that door you are going to trigger the alarm system and the guards on the east end will have your ass. Like I said earlier this is going to be impossible. Unless somehow you are able to shut off the power for x amount of time, take out the guards, and in that short window you have make your way up to the south end and get your precious plutonium."

Micah thought more than once to just call the cops. She really couldn't understand why she was willing to jeopardize her freedom for the people she just met. Who claim to be time travelers! It just didn't make sense for her to be helping them, but here she was doing research and pulling up the plants layout to help this wild man break into it.

"Great Scott," Micah turned to Doc who had a new look of admiration towards her, "you are absolutely brilliant," he continued.

Micah was taken aback, "Excuse me?"

"That's it," he stood with new found excitement, "cut the electricity. Distract the guards and before the backup generators start grab the plutonium and leave! It's perfect!"

"No! I wasn't being serious. I was trying to further my point that this was impossible. There is no way you are going to be able to do all that," Emmett cut her off, clearly not pleased with her doubt in him.

"Yes, well I've also been told that none of my inventions would work but that wasn't true! I invented a time machine! Please, don't doubt my ability," Doc told her.

Marty was slightly shocked by this behavior. Sure the Doc was stressed and worried that he was stuck here and the odds weren't looking so good, but that didn't give him a reason to snap at the poor girl.

Marty stood and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Woah take it easy. It's fine. We'll figure something out. We aren't going to be stuck here Doc, you're going to see your family again."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," Micah attempted to apologize.

Doc took in a calming breath, "No, I'm sorry. I'm sure this is a lot of stress on you and you're being kind enough to help."

Micah shrugged and smiled, "Don't worry about it."

Her head turned toward the ceiling as she heard the sound of the back door opening and her mother's loud gate. She gulped, knowing her mom was seconds away from passing out.

Marty's eyes widened and looked at Micah, "I thought you said no one was going to be home?"

Micah rose from her place on the floor, "I didn't say that exactly," she looked towards the clock that hung on the wall. 2:45. Right on time.

"Just stay here. I'll be back in a couple of minutes," she turned just as the door to the basement opened slightly.

"Mikey," she heard her mother slur, "Can you help me get out of this goddamn dress!"

Micah rolled her eyes, sighed and made her way up the steps.

A couple of minutes turned into twenty. Micah had just thought she had succeeded in calming her mother down before a new wave of tears emerged.

Micah sat at the edge of her mother's bed while her mom turned her face in towards the pillow to muffle a sob.

"He didn't want me Mikey," she sniffed rubbing at the mascara that trailed down her cheeks, "why didn't he want me?"

Micah placed a comforting hand on her mom's leg, "I don't know mom. Try to get some sleep. You'll feel better in the morning."

"I'm just tired of being abandoned," sleep was creeping its way into her voice.

"Not everyone has abandoned you. I'm here mom," for god sake Micah just wanted her mom to pass out.

Her mom's eyes became droopy, "No, you haven't sweetheart. Not yet," finally she closed her eyes and her breathing became slow and steady.

Micah moved as gently as possible to not disturb her sleeping mother. She walked to the light switch and flicked it off and slipped out the door.

When she got back to the basement she saw Doc and Marty practically falling asleep sitting up.

She went to go get some extra blankets and pillows from the linen closet. She tossed a blanket and pillow into each one of their laps which startled the two out of their dazed state.

"You guys can help yourself to a couch or the floor if you want. The bathroom is just around the corner," she pointed in the direction, "my room is next door to the bathroom. If you guys need anything just wake me up and let me know."

Doc was already climbing up one of the couches. Micah was sure he was passed out before he even laid his body down.

Marty stood and walked over to her.

He wasn't the tallest man. Maybe slightly taller than her, but man was he still attractive. His son could be his clone but looks was all they shared. This Marty had an aura of confidence that made him so much more alluring. It was beginning to freak Micah out. She had met Mr. Mcfly countless of times before when she went over to tutor Marty and she had never found him attractive then. Granted he was much older than she.

"Does that happen a lot?" Marty pointed towards the direction of the stairs.

Micah laughed darkly, "Every night."

"Damn. How old are you? A kid shouldn't have to take care of their parent," he offered her a sympathetic look.

Micah hated it. She didn't want pity. She was strong.

"We're the same age," she argued.

Marty gave her a lopsided smile, "Well technically I'm old enough to be your dad."

She couldn't help but smile back, "No technicalities. In this moment, between you and me, we are the same age. It doesn't matter that I happen to know your old self too."

"Old? Did I not age well?" Marty laughed.

Micah scrunched her face as if she were thinking hard. Finally she shook her head.

"Well shit. There's nothing I can do about that," He smiled.

"Invest in a face lift," Micah suggested.

They both laughed but that quickly fizzled out into a more awkward chuckle. Micah wanted to slap herself. Was she actually flirting with someone who could be her father? Well this Mr. Mcfly wasn't in his late forties, he was her age but still.

Marty felt guilty because he was reciprocating the flirtatious behavior. There was no denying Micah was a pretty girl. He had noticed that the moment he saw her, but he didn't belong here, well his seventeen year old self didn't belong here. Not to mention he had Jenniffer and a wonderful future family to think about. This was entirely inappropriate behavior.

Micah bit her lip and without meaning to Marty's gaze fell towards them. Marty was felt so many different things. The two prominent feelings were desire and guilt. For a moment he let himself be attracted to her. It almost was like the same thing he felt when he first saw Jenniffer but possibly slightly stronger. He shook his head and focused on the guilt. He shouldn't even be dancing with that thought. He loves Jenniffer.

Marty inhaled a deep breath, "Thanks," he held up the pillow and blanket slightly, "for letting us stay until we figure this out."

Micah quickly nodded and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, "No problem. Like I said my room is just around the corner. Come get me if you need anything. Goodnight," she said quickly.

"Night," Marty made his way around to the other couch and made his bed before laying down.

Micah turned on her heel and made a beeline toward her bedroom door. As she was getting ready for bed she couldn't help but think about what just happened. She was flirting with Mr. Mcfly! She kept calling him this hoping it would establish some sort of boundary, so far it was making her feel more disgusted with herself. How could she do such a thing? He had a family! She was his son's tutor. Overall the behavior was just wrong. Completely wrong, but if she was not mistaken wasn't he flirting back? Doesn't matter. Maybe Mr. Mcfly was just a very flirty guy when he was younger.

Still Micah's heart fluttered when she saw his gaze cast downwards toward her lips.

She stood from her desk chair, "No don't feel like that. Don't do it," she crawled underneath her thick comforter.

She shut off the light on the nightstand and tried to get a goodnights sleep with thoughts that weren't filled with Mr. Mcfly.

Micah was in such a deep sleep that she almost couldn't feel the hand shaking her awake. Quickly jerking her shoulder away from the unwanted touch, she burrowed herself deeper into the comfort of her blanket.

"Piss off," came her muffled voice from beneath all her blankets. Marty didn't want to be up any more than she, did but Doc had just woke him up not too long ago saying how they should go get the DeLorean before the sun came to a full rise.

"Hey sorry," Marty gave her another shake, "but Doc really wants to go get the DeLorean," Micah peeked out from her cocoon and looked at the clock that sat on her bedside table.

"It's 4:00 in the morning. We only got two hours of sleep," Micah was visibly annoyed.

Marty nodded in agreement, "I know, but we really need to go get it."

Micah crawled out of bed with a huff and almost walked right into Marty, "Fine. Let's go."

So for the second time that night the three of them piled into her car.

There were signs of the early dawn. Wisps of clouds and clear blue sky lead the way. They made it to Micah's work in less than fifteen minutes since there wasn't anyone out this early in the morning.

Doc and Marty walked up to the time machine with Micah trailing a little ways behind.

"I believe we may have just enough fuel to make the trip back to Micah's," Doc opened the driver's side door.

Marty leaned his head towards the car to look at the dial, "Are you sure Doc?"

Emmett pulled himself fulling inside the car, "Positive," Micah thought he didn't sound so sure, "get in Marty!"

As Marty walked over to the passenger side he looked over and addressed Micah, "We'll follow you."

Micah nodded and got back in her car. She didn't understand the technicalities of the time machine or why it seemed to lose gas so quickly but from the lack of confidence in Doc's voice she was sure it was going to stop moving in the middle of the road. Micah was honestly shocked when they made it back to her house without any complications.

She walked up to Marty's open window, "You guys can park in the garage."

"Won't your ma notice," he asked.

Micah just shook her head and went into her house.

A few moments later Marty and Doc walked in, "Now what?" she asked them.

Doc looked at her as if she grew another head, he seemed to give her that look a lot, "What do you mean? We can't do anything until we get the plutonium," he shook his head like it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was, considering they had this discussion last night.

"Right," Micah's brain was sleep deprived, "got a full proof plan yet Doc?" Marty smiled at her use of Emmett's nickname. He was hoping that maybe that was a sign of her becoming more comfortable with them.

Doc sat at the tiny kitchen table and sighed, "Not exactly. We need to find a way to cut of power to the plant and I seem to be drawing a blank on what to do," he slapped his hand on the surface of the table causing both Micah and Marty to jump.

Marty tried to comfort his friend, "You'll think of something Doc," Marty backed off though when Doc snapped at him.

"What if I can't?" Marty looked at him with confusion, Micah guessed this wasn't usual behavior for Doctor Emmett Brown.

"What do you mean? You're the smartest guy I know. We'll get the plutonium. We just got to think on it," Marty smiled when he saw Doc's body slump with relief.

Micah felt bad watching the pair. All this time she was thinking about herself and how she was feeling, but she never took the time to try and understand how they must feel. From what she has heard Doc had a family back in 1985, and Marty had Jenniffer who he had to get back to.

Pushing herself away from the kitchen counter and walking up to Doc, "I'll help. In any way I can," she placed her hand on top of his, "including breaking into the power plant to get the precious plutonium."

When Doc looked up at Micah she could tell he appreciated her promise. After all she was putting her freedom on the line.

"Thank you," Doc told her.

Micah nodded, "Okay! Let's get back to work," she said with enthusiasm walking toward the basement stairs, "First things first let's figure out a way to disable the power."