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2015—Downtown Hill Valley

5:45, Courthouse Mall

Jennifer's POV

She was about ready to kill him. Take as much time as you need, was he out of his mind? The longer Marty took to read that insurance policy the more likely he was to discover the flaws in it. They had worked so hard to hide the fraud, to meticulously lace the agreements with lies, and now Douglas just wanted to give Marty free run of it? No. No, this couldn't be happening to her. She had planned this for far too long to be thwarted by her own husband. It was too late in the game for Douglas to develop a conscience. He should have thought about his morality before agreeing to help her put Marty McFly behind bars.

"Now you're mad at me," Needles said, studying her. Jennifer raised her eyebrows curtly but said nothing. Mad wasn't even close to how she felt. "Come on, Jen. Don't you think it would have seemed a little strange if we didn't let him read his own insurance policy? Aren't we trying to avoid suspicion?"

"He was supposed to sign it, Doug," Jennifer snapped, glaring at him.

"Jennifer, be reasonable," Needles urged.

"I am being reasonable," Jennifer hissed. "I think I've been reasonable for the last 30 years. Don't you?"

Needles looked away. 30 years. That's how long they had been together. To say it had been blissful would have been a lie. Their relationship was one founded on mutual dislike not love. To be honest, they should never have gotten married in the first place. However, circumstances being what they were when they were…not getting married wasn't an option. The Parker family had made that inescapably clear.

He had never meant for it to get so out of hand. When he had concocted his plan he'd imagined Jennifer forgetting all about Marty and magically falling in love with him. But Jennifer hadn't forgotten. She had barreled on in her attempts to win Marty back while he had tried in vain to win her heart. It had gone on like that for some time, thirteen years actually. Needles had pushed the boundaries of their agreement farther and farther, hoping that she would realize her feelings for him. But Jennifer never had. By the time they had both figured out it wasn't going to work as either of them had hoped, it was too late. Nine months later, Nathan had been born. Seventeen years later, they had reached a new level of misery.

Jennifer slid out of the booth and grabbed her purse. She would just go home, put her feet up, have a glass of wine, and ignore Doug for the remainder of her time on earth. That was the only way she could think of to stop herself from murdering him. Not waiting to see if he was following her, Jennifer slung her bag over her shoulder and marched out of Bella Rosa restaurant.

The outer mall looked like a tornado had hit it. Kiosks were tipped over, their goods scattered everywhere. People were scurrying to pick up their spilled purchases, babies were crying in confusion, and the whole atmosphere was one of great irritation. Jennifer pursed her lips and looked around. She saw Nathan and Griff scrambling towards the exit tunnel. Perfect, as if her family hadn't caused her enough annoyance for one day. Now her son and his idiot friend were causing thousands of dollars worth of damage that she would probably be billed for.

"Do you see this?" Jennifer snapped, rounding on her husband. Needles surveyed the damage silently. "I don't even believe this! Your son is going to be grounded until he's thirty if the police don't get him first!"

She stomped off in a huff across the mall with Needles trailing halfheartedly behind. If Nathan thought he was going to get away with destroying the Courthouse Mall after last week's escapade at the Café 80's, he had another thing coming. Her pocketbook was not big enough for his antics.

Jennifer and Needles picked their way through the chaos and started to climb the stairs of the exit tunnel. A few moments later, they emerged into the fading October sunlight. Jennifer searched for her son. He and Griff were soaring around the square, chasing another boy. She was about to nudge Needles and tell him to interfere when something about the boy being chased caught her off guard. Maybe it was the way he moved, or how he held himself on the board. Whatever the reason, Jennifer could've sworn the boy she was looking at was Marty McFly, her Marty.

No sooner had the thought flown into her head than did she dismiss it as ludicrous. It couldn't be her Marty; he hadn't looked like that in thirty years. Besides, she had just seen Marty not ten minutes ago and he most definitely did not look like he was on his way to hoverboard around downtown Hill Valley. Still, the more she looked at him…

All of a sudden the Marty-lookalike, Nathan, and Griff were barreling towards them. Jennifer and Needles had no time to move. Nathan and Griff crashed into them, knocking Jennifer into Needles and Needles onto the pavement. As Jennifer went down she caught a glimpse of a pair of startlingly blue eyes zooming above her. Her breath caught in her throat. This is impossible… It couldn't be Marty, could it? She had to find out...

"Damnit, Mom!" Nate screeched from on top of her, pulling Jennfier back to reality. "You let him get away!"

"What do you think you're doing, Nathan John!" Jennifer scolded, pushing herself up off her husband and the ground. She stood up and pulled Nathan to his feet.

"Mom, come on, that little dork is getting away!" Nate screeched, trying to wiggle free and reaching for his hoverboard.

"I don't think so," Jennifer hissed. "You're going home right this moment. Starting now you're grounded indefini—what's this?" She bent and picked up a book that had fallen out of Nathan's pocket upon collision, Grey's Sports Almanac. "Shoplifting again? Are you looking to do jail time? Is that what it is?!"

"Mom, come on it's just a book."

"Your mother and I have a reputation to uphold in this town, young man," Needles interjected, getting to his feet. "You could do your part, you know."

"Oh this is rich coming from the two people who are trying to destroy an entire family," Nate spat.

"You watch your mouth," Jennifer growled, raising her hand to him. Nathan flinched. "Go get in the car with your father. You too, Griff," she added, glaring at him. "I'm sure your grandfather will love to hear all about this."

"It was just a McFly, Mrs. Needles," Griff grumbled, picking up his hoverboard. "Gramps is probably the one person who hates them more than yo—"

The look on Jennifer's face silenced him.

"Take then to the car, Doug," Jennifer instructed. "I'll be there in a minute. I want to look at something."

"You heard her, men," Needles said to Nathan and Griff, "march."

Jennifer watched them go and then turned her attention to the Marty-lookalike. He was standing across the street at the mouth of an alley looking fretful and worried. His movements were skittish and he kept glancing up at the sky as if he were waiting for somebody. Intrigued, Jennifer made her way across the street, almanac in hand, and positioned herself within earshot of him and waited. Half a heartbeat later, the sounds of a car landing and frantic voices echoed inside the hallow alleyway. Jennifer strained her ears to hear more.

"Where's Amelia?" one voice said over the roar of the engine.

"He—I took her to my house—my future house!"

Jennifer's heart stopped beating. She knew that voice. She turned her head slightly, using her peripheral vision. There was no doubt in her mind now that the Marty-lookalike was Marty. What his eyes had not given her earlier his voice certainly did. But how had he gotten here in 2015? That was what still baffled her. Jennifer listened harder.

"What? Great Scott, Marty, this is terrible! If she encounters her future self the effects could potentially be disastrous!" The speaker paused. Jennifer knew that voice too, Doc Brown. "Quick, get in the DeLorean. We're going to get her. This time machine is proving to be more trouble than it's worth."

There was a scurrying of feet, a slam, and then a roar as the vehicle zoomed off. Jennifer turned and watched it go. Sure enough, it was the DeLorean she remembered seeing all those years ago soaring across the sky of Lyon Estates. She felt a little dizzy.

A time machine? Doc Brown had actually invented a working time machine? Jennifer stood on the sidewalk, her chest heaving excitedly. If this whole "time machine" thing was true then a new door had just been opened for her. She could see the gloriously life destroying possibilities lurking on the other side, waiting for her to unleash them on the McFly family. But how? When? She frowned and crossed her arms, not realizing that she was still holding the almanac Nathan had stolen. It crunched under her arm. Jennifer looked at it.

It was like she had been struck by lightning. The almanac, the time machine, it was almost seamless. That almanac contained statistics from over fifty years of sports history. If anyone in the past got their hands on that kind of information they would be unstoppable. But who should she give it to? For a brief second she considered herself but pushed it aside. Why just ruin half of Marty's life? Why not ruin all of it? But who—Griff's words ran through her mind, "Gramps is probably the one person who hates them more than you do". He was right. Biff Tannen possessed a hatred for the McFly's that ran deep and profound. If anyone could make Marty's life a living hell, he could.

Clutching the almanac tightly in her fist, Jennifer hailed a cab and gave the driver the McFly's home address. She would call Douglas in a bit and tell him to go ahead without her. At the moment she just wanted to relish in her own genius. Jennifer settled back in her seat and let the taste of thirty years worth of pent up revenge fill her mouth. It was metallic, brassy almost. It was delicious.