Disclaimer: I own lots of things. Clothes, comic books, regular books, a watch, a garden of some sorts... but Back to the Future isn't among them, I'm sorry.

Author's Note: Now, here's another update. Although I probably shouldn't say another since it has been so long. It is about... well, what happened after the previous chapter. Doc and family exploring 2015, and some guy appearing in the middle who sets up the main plot. The subplot of Marty and Doc is also toyed with, and will be to the very end when stuff will happen. For now, have fun reading the story, and please review. Even if you think it's crappy. Especially if you think it's crappy, I could learn to improve from a review like that.

Chapter Two

Sunday, June 5, 2016
5:30 PM PDT
Hill Valley, California

As usual, the shock of the time travel wore off the moment Doc was sure he couldn't take it anymore. The lights cleared, and he could see the skyway around him. He had to swerve the train several times to avoid running into cars, and winced when he saw the drivers giving him stunned looks. Even in 2016, a flying steam train was not a sight one saw each day.

"We're there?" Clara asked. She looked through the window. "You know, I don't think I'll ever get used to visiting this time period."

"Me neither – although I would most likely have ended up living in it if I hadn't met you" Doc replied. "After all, I did end up being rejuvenated, and my non-rejuvenated self died at eighty-three. It's likely that I would still be alive if, say, Biff hadn't stolen the time machine and I had dismantled it in 1985."

"Probably" Clara said, with a sigh. She didn't like talking about Emmett not meeting her, which would have caused her to die in Eastwood – or rather, Clayton – Ravine. "Where do we go now?"

"The Courthouse Square is at the next exit to the right" Doc said. "It may take a few minutes before we get there, but you shouldn't be bored. After all, there is enough to see, even so high up."

There was indeed. Being unfamiliar with even airplanes, seeing a world of flying cars and signs was all new to Jules and Verne, even if they had seen it just once before. They simply stared out of the window, amazed by it all, and Clara eventually followed their example. Doc noticed she didn't look down – after all, she'd gotten a severe case of being afraid of heights after that near-incident on the steam train when Marty went back to the future. At least she hadn't become afraid of trains – that would have made life much more difficult for her, since there was nothing else he could've built the new time machine out of.

After about five minutes, the seventy-five-year-old inventor took the skyway exit towards the Courthouse Square. He headed over towards Hill Valley Park and gently put down the train in the middle of the park. "At least this area is sparsely visited" he informed his family. "In 2015, it has become a place where the original nature is restored or preserved as much as possible. Some people come here, but it's mostly empty – and thus very convenient for parking a time machine."

They got out, locked the train, and started walking uptown. To the boys, everything looked new and different. Technically, it was, as though they had seen Hill Valley of the future once before, a few months ago, that had been 2019. This was three years earlier, but it certainly didn't look any less advanced. As a matter of fact, everything looked very similar to how it had appeared in 2019, and in 2015. Doc figured that if there were changes, they had most likely happened outside of the square.

"Nice to see the future courthouse again" Jules said. "It is a very impressive building. Even though it's sad the clock is stuck at 10:04."

"Yes, and I don't think it will ever be replaced" Doc replied. "We saw it be like this when we went to 2019, and that was sixty-four years after the clock tower was struck by lightning. That's almost as much time as the clock had been working, from 1885 to 1955."

"Right" Verne said. "At least they don't have any of those silly sharks this time." He looked at the Holomax Theater with disgust. "What do they think they're doing, scaring innocent passer-bys?"

Doc chuckled. "Well, we're in the future" he pointed out. "Even for 1985, it is strange, but for 2015, it might be a common form of advertising. Although I fail to grasp how being attacked by a hologram is supposed to encourage people to watch a movie. I would think they'd be scared off by it, like you were in 2019 and Marty was in 2015."

"Yes" Clara mused. "I'm not even going to pretend that I understand the people of the future, Emmett. They just think different from how we do. I've gotten a little used to it by now, but if I wanted to fully grasp them then there'd still be a long way to go."

Doc nodded. They quietly walked past the Blast To The Past shop. Doc noticed the almanac Marty had bought last October hadn't been replaced. As they then entered the Café 80s, he heard a familiar tune coming to greet him. "Back in Time" he whispered, smiling.

"What's that, Emmett?" Clara asked.

"It's one of the songs featured in the 'Teens in Time' movie trilogy" Doc replied. "Remember, we watched them two months ago?"

"Yeah" Verne said. "They were some of the few movies you bought for us to watch."

Doc grinned. "Well, I can't get everything from the future" he said. "People would get more than a little suspicious if I bought out an entire store – although I suppose I could get around that by visiting different times. But it is expensive to supply a future television and video player with power in 1895."

"Whatever you say, Dad" Verne replied.

"Emmett?" Clara said, having a thought. "Do you only visit the 2010s when you go to the future, or have you been going to 1985 to see Marty, too?"

Doc shivered. That was one question he'd hoped for her to avoid. "Only the 2010s" he admitted. "I've wanted to visit Marty, but… it's complicated. I'll tell you later."

Clara frowned, but nodded in (temporal) agreement. Doc sighed with relief. "Come on" he said, motioning the boys over. "There are some seats which are still empty."

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If there was one person in the world who believed he'd gotten off badly when it came to the distribution of luck, it was Biff Howard Tannen. For the past sixty-one years, bad luck had been plaguing him as if it was some kind of glue. And it had all started on the day Calvin Klein arrived in Hill Valley. Or, as he knew now, Martin Seamus McFly.

Biff had never stopped disliking the McFlys after George knocked him out, but it was when he found out about time travel that his dislike had grown even more, as one of his other old enemies had proven to be a McFly. It had been George's son, Marty McFly, who had gotten him to crash into a manure truck. Twice. Who had humiliated him in front of half the town. Who'd encouraged George to stand up to him. He supposed he couldn't blame McFly for getting George to date Lorraine – somehow, it had to have happened even if Marty hadn't been there, or else how could he have existed in the first place? – but he had reason enough to hate him anyway.

When he got home from 1955, he had been utterly exhausted. The day had worn him out, something he wasn't used to anymore, not at the age of seventy-eight. He had slept for a few hours, simply falling unconscious behind a bunch of trash cans. When he had woken up, he had been dirty, cold and hungry, but neither of it mattered. Because he had changed the past. He had made himself rich.

It had thus been a severe disappointment when he came home that morning and discovered that it was exactly as he'd left it. And it had gotten worse when he discovered why, when a new set of memories started intruding on his old ones a few hours later – a very odd experience. Marty had gone back to 1955 a second time, and had stolen his almanac.

The entire situation had left him with a desire for revenge. However, that revenge would be hard to get, since Doc Brown had been gone for thirty years. Nevertheless, he'd speculated. Speculated about what he would do if he ever got such an opportunity again. And after months of planning, he knew he had a good plan. A better one than he had last time. What was more, he had gotten himself a health cure, basically the forefront of rejuvenation technology. It had cost a lot of money, but at least it had made him be in better shape than he had been in last time. Now all he had to have was a little luck, which he hadn't had for so long.

But he had had it in the end. Because now, not believing his eyes, Biff Tannen was staring across the Café 80s at Doc Brown, accompanied by a woman and kids in attire that was more old fashioned than the clothes from his own youth. He knew time travel was behind all this, and he knew that he didn't want anything more than take advantage of it.

And thus, Biff never let Brown and what seemed to be his family (Biff hadn't a clue where he had gotten one from, but didn't really care) out of his sights. And thus, when they headed out of the café, he headed after them as inconspicuously as he could.

Because he knew he would get a chance. A chance like the one he had in October. And this time, he would be prepared to hold onto it.

oooooooo

Doc still wasn't sure what his wife and kids were planning the moment they flew the train into the parking lot of Goldie Wilson's Hover Conversions. After all, the train had already been hover-converted. And though the shop sold used cars, too, he was sure that his family hadn't bought an automobile for him.

Thus, he found himself utterly disbelieving his eyes the moment he set sight on what Clara proclaimed to be his present: an old, sturdy, damaged but yet beautiful DeLorean. Except for a few bumps here and there and the time travel equipment he had installed in his previous vehicle, this car looked exactly like the old DeLorean. It was like a dream come to.

"Great Scott!" he exclaimed, stunned. "Clara, how on earth did you manage this!"

Clara grinned. "Well, I told you I had asked Marty to help me" she said. "And he did become rich, so financing a sports car would be easier for him than for anybody else. Although he did complain about the costs."

"I can imagine" Doc said. "DeLoreans were expensive enough in 1982, when I bought mine, and I can't imagine they'll become cheaper in the future, especially since they will go out of production a few years after 1985 and become rare collectors items. You didn't pressure Marty to help you, did you?"

"Of course not" Clara said, appearing insulted. "I was the one to suggest it, but Marty immediately volunteered to help – and I didn't know it was that expensive until I asked about it. Anyway, once I explained how much you missed the old time machine… well, Marty agreed with me it certainly sounded like an appropriate present for your seventy-fifth birthday."

"It's beautiful" Doc agreed. "How was Marty doing, anyway? I haven't visited him in quite a while now…"

"He was doing all right" Clara said. "For as far as I could tell at least, I don't know him all that well. But you can see for yourself, too – we planned to meet up after you picked up the car."

Doc chuckled. "Imagine" he muttered. "I thought you weren't able to hide secrets from me. Looks like I've just been proven wrong."

The car mechanic appeared from the main office at that moment. "I see you introduced your husband to the vehicle, ma'am?" he said, giving them a smile. "Hope he likes it."

"I certainly do" Doc said, grinning from ear to ear. "Have you got the papers ready?"

"That's right" the mechanic said. "All we need now is your thumbprint, and you'll be free to take it out for a test ride. Your wife told me you were travelling in a train at the moment, and you were going to haul it inside, so you might be interested in flying over the parking lot for a few minutes to see whether the car is to your liking."

"I think it will be" Doc said, shooting a glare at Clara for telling the mechanic they had come by train – well, at least that wasn't the near-impossibility it was in 1985 or 1895 anymore. "I'd like to take up your offer, though" he added, looking at the DeLorean anxiously.

The mechanic smiled, and after Doc pressed his thumb to a plate, he gave the inventor another plate to press his thumb to, and then fiddled a few seconds with the controls – Doc figured he was sending electronic knowledge to the DeLorean so that it would recognize him as its owner. "Here you go" he said. "Be careful, though – it's an old car after all."

Doc nodded. "I think I know how to handle them" he said. Turning to Clara, he added: "I'll be back in five minutes, okay?"

"Take your time, Emmett" Clara said. Doc stared at his loving wife, who had given him a birthday present that had essentially restored his old dream. In an impulse, he reached out and kissed her. Clara kissed him back, but released him after a few seconds.

"Have fun" she told him. Doc nodded, and got inside the DeLorean. Seeing the familiar controls of the car gave him the thrill of déjà vu. It was odd to see it without the time machine parts, but that couldn't be helped right now. He activated the hover controls and the car lifted up from the parking lot, eventually stopping its acceleration at four feet from the ground. The inventor hit the gas pedal, and the car shot out into the sky, further and further and higher and higher. Doc let out a thrill of delight as he flew the DeLorean away from the car shop and accelerated over Hill Valley.