Disclaimer: Clearly, I don't own Back to the Future OR the characters affiliated with it. Nor do I own the idea of writing about Doc's daugher or the parts of the story that match up with the movie. I do own Amelia however and my own quaint little plot. Enjoy!
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1985—Twin Pines Mall
They had shot him. The van had pulled into the JC Penny's parking lot at Twin Pines Mall and a man with a gun had stood up and just…shot him. Just killed him in cold blood in front of everyone; in front of Amelia, Marty, Einstein…everyone! It was surreal to think that moments before Emmett Brown had been leading a relatively normal life and then BOOM. Dead. Amelia's knees felt weak.
A half hour before, they had been riding in their big ugly van to the mall. Marty was meeting them there with her dad's video camera. Emmett, who apparently had squeezed in a nap sometime that afternoon, was jazzed up about revealing whatever it was he was revealing. He kept muttering unintelligible things and saying "Ha ha!" a lot. Amelia tuned him out. She watched the lights dance off the wet pavement and pet Einstein absentmindedly. Her dad was a brilliant man, but sometimes his mutterings got too much for Amelia.
When they had reached the deserted parking lot, Amelia helped her father unload the back of the van. They pushed a large tarp covered object, she assumed it was a car from the feel of it, a few feet away from their van and waited for Marty to show up. He skateboarded his way to them not long after, frowning at the tarp.
"Turn on the Camera, Marty," Emmett said quickly, pulling the tarp away.
It was a DeLorean, a tricked out DeLorean DMC. Marty and Amelia exchanged confused glances. Emmett had dragged them out in the middle of the night to see a car? She shrugged and Marty pulled the camera away from his face.
"Doc, what the hell—"
"Keep rolling, Marty!" Emmett insisted, "And follow me."
The three of them and Einstein approached the DeLorean. Emmett opened the door and patted the seat. Einstein hopped inside and looked expectantly at them, tongue lolling in his mouth.
"As you can see, Einstein's watch and mine are in perfect synchronization," Emmett told the camera. "I will now attempt to send Einstein exactly one minute into the past."
"Wait, Doc," Marty said, dropping the camera again.
"Keep filming!" Emmett yelled.
"But, Doc…" Emmett waved his hand to silence Marty and started plugging numbers into a keypad underneath a strange digital clock-like thing.
"I simply punch in the date and time of departure," Emmett narrated to the camera as he plugged in the numbers, "then the date and time of desired arrival. Watch your head, Einie."
Emmett closed the door of the DeLorean and motioned for them to get back. Amelia and Marty scurried out of the way, Marty's eye still pressed to the viewer on the camera. Emmett pulled a remote control out of the van and flipped a switch. The DeLorean revved to life.
"You got that thing hooked up to the…car," Marty trailed off at the look Emmett gave him.
"Watch this," Emmett said.
"Yeah, sure," Marty muttered. He raised his eyebrows at Amelia and adjusted the camera on his shoulder.
Emmett reversed the DeLorean, the tires squealing as the car skidded on the slick blacktop. He backed it up a good two hundred feet away from where they stood. Then Emmett grabbed both of them by the arm and yanked them in the direct path of the car.
"If my calculations are correct," Emmett told them, flipping more switches on his remote control, "when this baby hits 88 mph you're gonna see some serious shit."
Emmett pushed a lever up on the remote and the car growled, tires spinning on the pavement. He pushed the lever further and further up and the car's roars grew louder. The smell of burning rubber hit them. Amelia looked from her father to the car. He had a strange crazed look in his eyes as he revved the engine. She carefully positioned herself behind Marty. Instinctively, he locked his frame protectively, all the while filming the snarling DeLorean.
Suddenly, Emmett flipped a switch and the car shot towards them. Amelia let out a cry and tried to step back but her father had a tight grip on her forearm. The car was streaming towards them, squealing with relief.
"Dad!" Amelia cried as the car drew ever closer. Marty shifted nervously in front of her.
"Watch this, watch this!" Emmett whispered franticly.
Amelia stared wide-eyed at the DeLorean. A bluish-white light illuminated from it. Sparks flew here and there like Fourth of July fireworks. All the while the car sped toward them at breakneck speed. When the car was about fifty feet away, an enormous ball of white light exploded in front of them. There was a series of earsplitting cracks and the DeLorean disappeared into thin air, leaving nothing behind but two lines of fire.
"88 MILES PER HOUR!" Emmett jumped up and down triumphantly.
"Jesus Christ," Amelia breathed, following the lines of fire between her legs and out a good ten feet behind her.
"Jesus Christ, Doc," Marty echoed from behind the camera, "you disintegrated Einstein!"
"Relax you two," Emmett said, beaming at the spot where the DeLorean should have been, "the molecular structure of both Einstein and the car are still completely intact."
"Then where the hell are they, Dad?" Amelia demanded, stepping away from the flames.
"The appropriate question is WHEN the hell are they," Emmett laughed. "Einstein has just become the world's first time traveler! And watch your mouth, young lady."
Marty let the camera drop slightly. He looked at the flames, the empty space where the DeLorean had been moments before, and finally Emmett.
"Doc," Marty said slowly as he pieced everything together, "are you telling me you made a time machine…out of a DeLorean?"
"The way I see it, if you're going to build a time machine into a car why not do it with a little style? Besides, the stainless steel body provided perfect for the flux capaci—look out!" Emmett's watch beeped and he yanked Amelia and Marty to the right. There was a flash of light and the DeLorean materialized before their eyes.
Amelia was in shock, so much so that she really didn't hear much of what her father or Marty said after that. She caught brief snippets here and there. Tidbits about the car itself being electrical, but the flux capacitor (whatever the hell that was supposed to be) running on plutonium. She heard Marty having a fit about stolen plutonium but couldn't register it. Then her father opened the DeLorean and entered new numbers into the keypad, an action she observed without actually seeing. She was in some sort of suspended animation where amazement was the only emotion that she connected to. Her father had finally invented something that worked, son of a bitch.
The squealing of tires pulled her out of her daze. Amelia blinked confusedly…the DeLorean wasn't moving? She turned to her father but he wasn't looking at her. His focus was somewhere in the darkness of the empty parking lot. His eyes were wide and terrified, his face as white as a sheet.
"They've found me…I don't know how they've done it but they've found me!" Emmett was frozen where he stood, paralyzed with fear by something that neither Amelia nor Marty could see.
"Who's found you, Doc," Marty asked cautiously.
"The Libyans!" Emmett choked.
Amelia spun around in time to see a blue and white Volkswagen bus streaking towards them. A hatch on the roof was thrown open and a man with an assault rifle popped out. He started yelling in a strange language and firing off shots into the air. Amelia muffled another cry and moved closer to Marty again. He glanced at her, her fear reflected in his eyes. Neither of them knew what to do and Emmett seemed too horrified to offer any paternal suggestions of fleeing for their lives.
Emmett put his hands in the air and took a few careful steps away from them. Amelia bit her lip and grabbed on to Marty's vest. Marty cooed something like "it'll be ok" but she couldn't hear him. All she was conscious of was the burly man holding her father at gun point. His eyes blazing like hellfire, his speech foreign and terrifying. Even if she had wanted to say something to him, to persuade him to go back to wherever he had come from and leave them all alone, she wouldn't have been able to make him understand. They were trapped between an assault rifle and bad communication.
The Libyans skidded to a halt five feet in front of Emmett. For a second they stared at each other. Or, rather, Emmett stared and the Libyans glared. Then, without so much as a warning, the Libyan with the rifle opened fire on Emmett, spraying him with bullets. Emmett's body convulsed and he staggered backwards. Amelia tried to scream but no sound came out. She watched as her father collapsed in a heap where he stood.
"NO, BASTARDS!" Marty yelled.
The Libyan looked up and sneered. He cocked his rifle and opened fire on Marty and Amelia. The stray bullets ricocheted off the pavement and the stainless steel of the DeLorean. They dove behind the front of the van and avoided being peppered by inches. The Libyan assassin yelled something to his driver and the Volkswagen came skidding around the other side of the van. Victory written all over his face, The Libyan pointed his rifle at both of them and made to fire. Nothing happened. There was a hollow clicking sound. He was out of ammunition.
Seizing the opportunity, Marty shoved Amelia towards the DeLorean. They sprinted the few feet and Amelia yanked open the door. She dove across to the passenger seat and Marty followed, slamming the door after himself. Marty turned the key and laid on the gas. The DeLorean lurched forward and they went screaming across the JC Penny's parking lot. The Libyans swerved out behind them, spraying them with their ammunition. Marty changed gears and floored it.
"Let's see if these bastards can do 90," he growled. They sped off across the parking lot, putting more and more distance between themselves and the Volkswagen.
Without warning the car began to shake. Bluish-white sparks shot out around them. Marty looked at Amelia with wide eyed terror. Was it the Libyans? Had they shot us? The DeLorean shook more violently and the car got very cold. From inside the car it sounded like a lightning storm was happening around them. The bluish-white light got very bright and seemed to overtake the entire car. There was a final and particularly violent shake, a sonic boom, and then blackness.
