TUESDAY, AUGUST 12TH 1958

10:47AM


"Hey Biff," George McFly turned towards the bully, his old nemesis, his voice completely composed.

"Er…uh…McFly," Biff, who'd been chasing them down with such a vicious look on his face just seconds before was practically shaking in his shoes!

"What are you doing here? Showing Marty how to get to the church?"

"Yeah, yeah," Biff blurted. "That's what I was doin'."

No-one looked like they believed it, least of all George, but either way Biff didn't hang around.

As he disappeared around the corner, George stepped forward and grabbed Marty's hand giving it a warm, firm shake. "I really can't believe you made it! And who's this?" He turned to Jennifer.

Jennifer was completely frazzled, she remembered so little of what had happened on her one trip through time. Here she was, face to face with Marty's father and he was her age! It was impossible…

"This is…uh…my girlfriend," she heard Marty say.

"Claudia," she blurted the first name that came to her, her mother's name and her middle name.

George looked at each of them, his brow slightly furrowed, Jennifer was certain he thought they were acting like complete weirdos.

"Is it real pleasure to meet you," George held out his hand, she took it rather weakly.

"So uh…" Marty spoke up, "what's with the tux, something big on?"

George gave a laugh. "You're kidding right? Why else are you here? For the Wedding!"

"The Wedding…" Marty echoed, weakly.

Jennifer gulped, trying to put the confusing pieces together…Doc hadn't said where they were going, but it was obvious now…

They had gone to the 12th, the 12th of August 1958.

Marty's parents' Wedding Day!


"You sure you don't need me to install this thing for you?" Terry Western asked as he rang up Doc's purchase.

"No, no, I've had a lot of experience with cars." Doc assured him, it wasn't exactly a lie, he knew the DeLorean inside and out.

"Righto," Terry nodded. "That's got a one year warranty on it, so feel free to bring your car in if there's any problems."

Doc suppressed a laugh at the thought of bringing the DeLorean into Western Auto of 1958, that'd be quite a sight.

Terry handed him his change. "Have a good day."

"You too," Doc nodded and headed out of the store.

It had been thirty years but Doc remembered the Hill Valley of 1958 well and fondly, he had picked this year and time because he hadn't been in town, his younger self that was. He'd been on the East Coast at Harvard working on calculations for time travel. Not that he was posing as his 1958 self, but it was a relief knowing there as no way he could run into…himself.

Besides the particular thing he was looking for had only been available at Western Auto for a short period of time, apparently they hadn't sold very well. He had done his research though, and was certain that his purchase would not cause the product to continue to be sold when before it hadn't.

It was a fine clear morning and Doc enjoyed his walk back to the DeLorean, so much so he didn't notice anything was out of place until he was almost on top of the car.

Marty and Jennifer were nowhere in sight.

"What the-?"

Where the Hell had they gone. He knew Marty was impatient, but he also knew that his friend wouldn't deliberately lie.

Something must have happened, Doc realised.

But what? This was hardly a dangerous time, in fact if Doc recalled correctly there wasn't a single violent crime reported in Hill Valley for the whole of the year.

And who would take Marty and Jennifer and leave behind the DeLorean?

Damnit, I should have given the kid a walkie talkie. He thought, shaking his head. Hindsight was twenty-twenty though.

He tossed his purchase into the space beneath the hood and climbed into the driver's seat. Maybe one or both of them had to go to the bathroom…he felt rather irritated as the thought occurred to him. If that was the case…well when they got back he was going to give them one Hell of talking to.


Dad…George led him and Jennifer up the steps of the church. "I'm telling you, when Lorrie spots you, she's going to die," he said to Marty.

"Uh…I hope not…" Marty couldn't help but say dryly. As if things couldn't get any worse!

His father now seemed nervous, his cool demeanour with Biff seemed to have disappeared, Marty was pretty sure George's hands were shaking. Marty supposed it wasn't too surprising, after all even with the changes he'd made in 1955, Dad could still get pretty anxious. Not to mention the fact that whenever Marty thought of his own wedding day, he wasn't sure if he was looking forward to it, or wanted to throw up.

"I really can't believe you're here," George said again. "What have you been doing for the last three years?"

"You know…Coast Guard stuff…I'm going to college now, that sort of thing."

"And what about you," George turned to Jennifer. "Are you in college?"

"Yes," Jennifer spoke barely above a whisper. Then swallowed hard, and spoke louder. "I…um…study journalism."

"Really?" George's eyes brightened. "I'm doing creative writing, my grandfather says I'll never get anywhere with that, but what the Hell," he shrugged and grinned at Marty. "If you put your mind to it you can accomplish anything right?"

Marty managed to return the smile. "Right."

George looked at his watch. "I better get out of here, I bet this thing is slow. Milton and Toby will show you where to sit," he told Marty. "See you two at the reception." With a nervous wave he hurried off around the side of the Church.

"OK, let's get out of here," Marty grabbed Jennifer's hand and made to leave, he knew his father and his mother would be disappointed, maybe even pissed off that "Marty Klein" had bailed out, but they couldn't stay here.

The two turned and almost ran into a large group of people.

"Hey, watch it, sonny."

Oh God, Marty wasn't the praying sort, but he did so now.

It didn't work, when he opened his eyes, William McFly his great grandfather was still in front of him, with Great-Grandma, Grandpa, Grandma, his Great-Aunts and Uncles and even a few of Dad's cousins!

They all looked so young and Great Grandpa and Grandma had died years ago, it was bizarre.

"Excuse me, you got manners, young man?" Great-Grandpa William demanded.

Great-Grandma laid a hand on his arm. "Now, Will, don't yell at the chap," she bestowed a warm smile on Marty. "Are you a friend of George and Lorraine's?"

"Marty!" Grandma exclaimed, turning to Grandpa rather excitedly. "Marty Klein, remember Max? George's friend."

Grandpa peered at him through his glasses, which made Marty feel like squirming. To him the family resemblance between them all seemed blatantly obvious, but Grandpa just shrugged. "You know I'm terrible with faces," he remarked to his wife, before turning back to Marty. "But George has mentioned you often."

"Klein, huh?" Great-Grandpa William spoke up. "You encouraged the boy to go to college?" Before Marty could answer he continued. "I suppose that's a positive, but you could have told him not to waste his time studying writing…however the Hell you do that."

"Pa!" Marty recognised the speaker immediately, Great-Aunt Beth, his Grandpa's twin. "George isn't wasting his time."

"Don't swear, Will," Great-Grandma added, "there's ladies present." She looked at Jennifer. "And who are you, dear?"

"This is Claudia," Marty spoke, seeing that Jennifer was completely overwhelmed.

"We better head in," one of his Great-Uncles, whose name Marty couldn't place, said, checking his watch. "The service begins in ten minutes."

"When have you known George to be on time for anything?" One of the cousins called out to laughs of agreement.

"Maybe not him," a woman Marty recognised as Great-Aunt Deb pointed out, "but his bride seems to get places on time."

"All right, all right, let's go then, led the way Mr. Klein." Great-Grandpa William took a step forward.

Suddenly Great-Grandma spoke. "Where's your hat, dear?"

"Uh…sorry?" Jennifer looked as confused as Marty felt.

"Not Catholic huh?" Great-Grandpa William gave her a sharp look. "You can't go inside the church without a hat, young lady."

It was only at that moment that Marty noticed every woman in the group in front of him had either a hat or some sort of head covering on.

"Uh, well…we didn't know," Marty's spirits lifted at the realisation that he and Jennifer had an escape route. "I guess you'll have to apologise to George and Lorraine for –"

"Oh, don't be ridiculous!" Grandma spoke up in her no-nonsense way. "You two won't be missing the wedding because of a little thing like that."

Great-Grandpa William looked as if he had something to say to that comment, but Grandma had all ready rushed off down the church steps.

"You know, Max, that wife of yours…" Great-Grandpa William began, turning to Grandpa.

"Pa!" Great-Aunt Beth gave her father a warning look.

"We really don't want to cause any trouble," Marty tried again, taking Jennifer's hand. "We'll see you at the reception," he lied.

But at that moment, Grandma reappeared, holding a small pink hat in hand, Marty couldn't recall the name of it, but it reminded him of photos of Jackie Kennedy.

"Always be prepared," Grandma declared with a smile, holding the hat out towards Jennifer. "You're not wearing pink, but with your colouring you can pull it off."

"Uh," Jennifer swallowed and quickly threw a look at Marty. He briefly considered refusing the hat, but he knew Great-Grandpa William would make a scene and that would really screw things up.

He resigned himself to the inevitable and gave a small nod to Jennifer. "Thanks."

With Grandma and Great-Aunt Beth's help Jennifer secured the hat on her head.

"Oh, don't you look lovely," Great-Grandma smiled at her.

"All right, all right, let's go," Great-Grandpa William commanded.

For a second Marty really did consider pushing past his own great grandfather, but rejected it almost immediately. Throwing Jennifer a helpless look he took her arm and the two turned entering the church, his relatives following.

God, please get us through this.


Lorraine adjusted her veil again, it just didn't seem to be straight…

Her father, sitting beside her in the back seat of the car, gave an annoyed grunt. "Do you mind, its cramped back here."

"Sorry, Dad," she gave him her brightest smile hoping to cheer him up. She knew all too well that her parents weren't happy about her marriage, but they could at least try.

Babs sitting on her other side gave her a sympathetic look and patted her hand in a show of support.

"What's the time?" Lorraine asked, finding it hard to sit still, it was all so exciting!

Betty sitting beside the driver checked the clock on the dashboard. "Five past."

"You mean we're late?" Lorraine practically jumped out of the seat. "Can't we go faster?"

"Calm down, Lor," Babs patted her hand again. "The bride's supposed to be late, it's good luck!"

"And as if that groom of yours will even notice," Sam grumbled, "he probably hasn't even got to the damn church yet."

"Dad!" Lorraine glared at him.

"Hey, everyone, we're here!" Betty pointed, sounding very relieved and sharing a look with Babs.

"A Catholic Church," Sam muttered as the driver came to a stop. "We're not even Catholic."

"Well, I'm going to be one," Lorraine shot back, not wanting to go through all this again, particularly not in front of her friends and not now!

"I don't see why, why doesn't he join our church if he wants to marry you so badly?"

Lorraine shook her head. Unbelievable! As if Dad hasn't been conservative about every other little thing in life!

"Dad, we're all ready running late," she pointed out, trying to remain calm as she leaned over and opened the door. "I'm getting married here, so can we please go?"

Sam shook his head, but climbed from the car, took her hands in his and helped her out.

The driver had all ready helped Babs and Betty from the car and now the two straightened their pillbox hats and then they came over to help Lorraine straighten out her dress and veil.

Lorraine loved her dress, she thought it was absolutely perfect, made of satin, long, with a little train, there was no beading or flounces or frills, and that was how Lorraine liked it. It had though, needed one addition to make it acceptable for church.

"I love these boleros!" Babs announced, smoothing down the sleeves of Lorraine's before doing the same to her own. "They're just so elegant."

"You'd say that," Betty gave Lorraine a wink. "You're the one who picked them out!"

"I call it as I see it," Babs struck a glamorous pose and the three burst into laughter while Sam rolled his eyes.

The driver, meanwhile, had opened the trunk of the car and one by one handed the women their bouquets, white roses for Betty and Babs and red roses for Lorraine.

She inhaled the scent of them deeply, trying to calm her nerves, she'd only gone to a few Catholic services in her life and she still wasn't completely sure what to do during them. Not to mention remembering her 'lines' as they were. Still she couldn't help but smile broadly, it was her Wedding Day!

Her father took her arm and with Babs and Betty leading they walked up the steps to the vestibule, where the priest was waiting.

"Mr. Baines, Miss. Baines," he greeted them warmly, shaking Sam's hand. "Miss. Shay, Miss. Adriff," he turned to Babs and Betty, before announcing. "Everything's ready to go."

Betty was peeking through the glass of one of the doors that led to the side chapel of the church. "It is, I can see the groom up there."

"Ooh, let me see him!" Lorraine took a step forward, but Babs took her arm to stop her.

"Hey, you can't do that, its bad luck to see the groom before the wedding!"

Lorraine heaved an annoyed sigh, but after a second the smile broke through again. She turned to the priest and flipped the front part of her veil over her face. "If that's so, let's get the wedding started then!"

The priest smiled and headed towards the door.


"Gee, George, calm down," Stephen whispered, "you can't flip out in front of everyone."

"I'm not flipping out," he whispered back, clenching his hands together tightly to stop them from shaking. He had hoped that getting outside for some air would help settle his nerves and he had felt better, but only until he walked back into the chapel.

"Right," Stephen gave him a sceptical look.

"Why are there so many people here?" George hissed, shifting his weight from foot to foot unable to keep still. "Who invited every family member I know? Because, I'm telling you, I didn't."

"It's not that many people…it's a small chapel." Stephen pointed, obviously thinking that would make George feel better.

It didn't.

"Kill me now."

Then as much as he hated to George took another look at the congregation, there was Al sitting in the front pew, she had arrived early to give him moral support. When she noticed he was looking in her direction, she gave him the thumbs up. Next to her was his father, stepmother and Aunt Beth, the latter gave him a wave, meanwhile Grandpa looked annoyed as usual, Grandma patting his arm and chatting to Aunt Melinda. In the second row, George spotted Marty and his girlfriend, who had somehow come up with a hat, George gave them a small wave, which they returned. On the left hand side of the chapel were the Baines's most of who were looking around the chapel rather curiously, probably because they were all Anglican.

At that moment the double doors at the back of the chapel opened and the priest, Father Michael appeared, he gave a nod and the small string quartet, who were in position at the back, began to play Canon in D.

Everyone got to their feet and turned expectantly towards the back of the chapel, as Father Michael walked down the short aisle followed by Babs and Betty.

George barely noticed them, he was having a hard time swallowing and was really beginning to feel like he was going to throw up, which would go over just great with everyone.

When Betty and Babs reached the front of the chapel they both gave him supportive smiles so he knew he must look nervous.

He tried to smile back, but couldn't manage it, in the next moment though, all nervousness fled.

At the back of the church a vision appeared, a vision in a long white dress, a startling red bouquet in her gloved hands.

George forgot all about everyone else in the church, he didn't even really see Sam Baines. He could think only one thought.

Wow.



"Look at your mother," Jennifer gasped. "That dress is gorgeous."

Marty couldn't believe Jennifer could notice clothes at a time like this! The entire space time continuum could be in danger! (How exactly, he didn't know, that was Doc's department, but Marty knew well enough that you never could guess what trouble your actions could cause in the past…or even in the future.)

But as his mother came into his field of vision, he had to admit she did look nice, especially with the huge smile on her face, a direct contrast to Grandpa Sam's, which was in more of a scowl.

There were noises of appreciation from a lot of people, mostly women.

Marty looked at the front of the church where his father stood, a few minutes ago, George McFly had looked to be on the verge of fainting. But now he was staring at Mom, almost slacked jawed, his eyes glazed over.

Jennifer giggled. "Your dad's hilarious."

"Hey, give 'im a break," Marty whispered back, "he hates getting up in front of crowds."

As Mom reached the front of the chapel, she gave Grandpa Sam a kiss on the cheek, which actually brought a small smile to the man's face, before she reached out and took Dad's hand.

Marty hadn't been to church in a while, not since Easter in fact, but he immediately realised that even if he had been he'd still be totally lost.

Marty now recalled his father telling him, Dave and Linda how different church was back then, but he hadn't paid all that much attention.

Now he wished he had, he had no idea what was going on because the priest began the service in another language!

"This is really weird," Marty couldn't help muttering to himself.

There was something so familiar about the priest, too and it suddenly dawned on Marty who it was…

"Damn, that's Father Michael, he died ten years ago," Marty whispered to Jennifer.

"Ssh!"

Surprised Marty looked at the young girl next to him, she looked about nine, she wore a small veil and lacy gloves and, Marty supposed, was a McFly relative, but not one he could recognise. "Don't talk in church," she whispered, finger to her lips. "It's rude."

"Uh, sorry," he whispered, Jennifer elbowed him gently in the ribs and grinned.

The priest continued and Marty realised what the language was, Latin, the guy was actually speaking in Latin! What's more all of his relatives around him seemed to know what was going on.

Taking a quick look over at the bride's side of the chapel he noticed that most of them had booklets in hand.

At that moment Jennifer gave him a gentle nudge with her elbow and he looked over to see that she had one of them in hand and he stepped closer to take a look at it.

"Latin?" Jennifer whispered.

"That's how they used to do it," Marty at least managed to remember that.


"Where are those damn kids?!" Doc's voice echoed inside the DeLorean.

There was no answer to the question.

Any thoughts that Marty and Jennifer had just run off for a quick trip to the facilities had gone out the window about ten minutes ago. What the Hell could they be doing?

Doc considered heading out onto the streets and asking any passers-by if they'd seen the couple, but he could hardly leave the DeLorean.

They must have got caught up in something, he decided, but what?

He considered, perhaps a lost child had come up to them, he supposed he could hardly blame them for leaving the time machine to take the kid back, but they could have at least left a note or something.

He heaved an annoyed sigh and climbed out of the car, he had planned to wait until he got back to 1988 before working on reinstalling the security devices, but maybe he could set up the holographic generator.

Although, if Marty and Jennifer were still missing by the time he got that up and running, it was probably time to panic.

I should have just waited nine months to fix this thing and brought Clara along. He thought, shaking his head as he opened the hood of the time machine to beginning working on the generator.


Jennifer had never been to a Catholic Wedding, and certainly not one that had occurred thirty years ago! The whole thing was fascinating, especially since it was actually in Latin! She had heard that this was the way it used to be, but it had always seemed more like a legend than anything that had really happened.

And she was still having trouble believing that this really was Marty's parents wedding and that she really was surrounded by Marty's relatives, all thirty years younger (and in some cases alive again!).

The Latin was kind of lulling and Jennifer found her mind wandering, taking in the small chapel and the people assembled there. The women were all in long dresses, mostly of floral patterns, with stockings and low heels. They all wore hats or head coverings of various kinds and a lot of them even wore gloves! It was lucky that the suit she had worn to her interview was understated and the skirt longer than knee length and the heels while stilettos weren't terribly high. Marty of course, being in a suit would fit in just about anywhere.

"Now join your right hands and repeat after me." The priest suddenly spoke in English, and Jennifer almost jumped in surprise, bringing her attention back to the front of the church, where Marty's parents stood in front of the altar.

Mr. McFly swallowed nervously as the priest gave the vows, and when he began to repeat them, his voice was shaky, although it became a bit calmer towards the end.

"I, George McFly, take you, Lorraine Baines, for my lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part."

Then it was Marty's mothers turn to make her vows, her voice on the other hand began strong and clear.

"I, Lorraine Baines, take you, George McFly, for my lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part."

Jennifer couldn't help but sigh, it was all so romantic!

The priest went back to Latin, at least for a while before saying. "I call upon all of you here present to be witnesses of this holy union which I have now blessed. 'Man must not separate what God has joined together.'"

And rather oddly, he picked up a small bowl of water and sprinkled it over Marty's parents, she glanced quickly at the booklet, which one of boys (Marty's maternal uncles in fact) had passed to her, it was Holy Water…that made sense, she supposed, Still I really don't want to have water sprinkled over me at my wedding.

The thought made her blush, after all Marty hadn't even asked yet…

A young man, who unlike the other weddings she'd been to didn't seem to be related to either the bride or the groom, holding two rings on a plate came forward and the priest went back to speaking Latin, only this time Marty's parents actually had to reply in the same language!

"I didn't know your parents could speak Latin," she whispered to Marty, impressed.

"I didn't either…" He replied, shaking his head.

She didn't understand a word of it of course, but the translation in the booklet really was very touching, all about the rings being a symbol of faithfulness and love.

She was definitely taking notes on this!


It's all so perfect, Lorraine thought as she gazed at George, who was still so nervous, she had to stifle a giggle. Oh, he's so cute! I'm the luckiest girl in the world!

But she quickly brought her mind back to the service, and in the nick of time too, Father Michael had just finished blessing the rings and everyone was to reply 'Amen'. I'd never live it down if I'd messed up that!

Father Michael blessed the rings with Holy Water before saying in English. "Now that you have sealed a truly Christian marriage, give these wedding rings to each other saying after me."

George went first and she was well aware that he was terrified of dropping the ring, in fact according to Babs who heard it from Stephen, George had actually practiced picking it up! She gave him her most encouraging smile, although she didn't think he had anything to worry about and she was right.

It was just so sweet when he realised it too, his face broke into a wide smile and this time he repeated the words without so much as a quiver in his voice. "In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Take and wear this ring as a sign of our marriage vows."

The ring was a rather tight fit since it had to go over her long white gloves, but at least it wouldn't fall off!

Then it was her turn, and she really did almost drop the ring, not considering how hard it would be to keep a hold of with gloved fingers. George's eyes widened, but she managed to keep a hold of it and was pretty sure no-one in the chapel was any the wiser as she slipped the ring on his finger repeating what he had said to her.

Father Michael blessed them and then came another difficult part, more Latin…except for that she rather liked the Catholic Church. But I could certainly do without worrying about being tongue-tied!

Fortunately she and George had practiced this part as well, so it came off without a hitch. She could resist a quick peek towards the congregation, wondering if her family would be impressed. But on the right side of the chapel among George's family she caught sight of a face…one she hadn't seen in years…and had figured she never would again…it couldn't be…

But there was no time for that! She was in the middle of her Wedding!

Father Michael had raised his hands over them giving them a blessing, this one in English... quite a relief! Although that didn't make it easier for her to concentrate on what was being said, she was just so excited!

But two of them did stand out...the one about children which Lorraine couldn't help but blush when responding to. Children! Me! She had, of course, talked about children on and off since the very first night she and George fell in love, but it had always seemed so far off… something that would never really happen… and the one about always being blessed in friends. Lorraine threw a quick look at Babs and Betty as she responded. She knew she could depend on them! Her family might not like her choice of husband, but Babs and Betty would always stand by her.

And last of all was the Nupital Blessing, Lorraine handed her bouquet to Babs before she knelt beside George, luckily the chapel had cushioned kneelers.

The blessing was a long one and in Latin, she had gone over what it all meant, but she couldn't quite remember all of it now, although most of it was directed at her as the bride.

She hoped her family weren't looking too bored…

Father Michael made the sign of the cross over them and everyone or at least the groom's side of the chapel said. "Amen."

George took her hand and together they got to their feet.

The string quartet started up again, as Father Michael directed Babs, Stephen, George and herself to sign the marriage certificate, once they did…it would be official!

It was so exciting! George went first, his writing even messier than usual, but he gave her a big grin as he handed the pen to her and she signed her new name with a flourish – Lorraine Baines McFly.

She took George's hand in hers and the two of them stepped back so that Babs and then Stephen could sign as witnesses.

And lastly, Father Michael signed as the registrar, before giving them both a smile, and holding his hands up to bless the congregation, and declaring the service finished.

"Now, George, you may kiss the bride."

Lorraine looked up into George's eyes and gave her husband a wide smile.

George gave a small gulp, kissing Lorraine, in front of all these people... not that he hadn't kissed Lorraine in front of a crowd before, but doing it in church…

But Lorraine's eyes were sparkling beneath her veil and her lips really did look inviting…

Reaching out he careful lifted the veil up over Lorraine's hair, and ran his hands down the sides of her face, titling it up slightly and slowly brought his lips to hers.

He felt her arms encircling his shoulders and she deepened the kiss, to one he was sure was not the least bit church appropriate!

But everyone seemed to take it in a stride, there were a few polite laughs, but no-one shouted anything, not even Sam Baines! A miracle for sure!

As usual, he found himself forgetting everything else, kissing Lorraine always did that. At least until on the vestige of his awareness he heard Father Michael clearing this throat and cheeks reddening he broke the kiss.

Lorraine, as ever, wasn't the least embarrassed taking hold of his arm and smiling broadly, then her eyes widened slightly and she leaned close.

"George, is that Calvin?"

He had no idea who she was talking about…at first.

She never gets his name right, he thought amused before whispering back. "Surprise."

"You knew he was coming? And you didn't say anything?"

"Not until two seconds before the service," he assured her. "I guess he must have changed his mind."

"I knew he wouldn't let us down," Lorraine cooed, and dropped a quick kiss on his cheek.

"No more of that," Babs kidded as she came over to hand Lorraine's bouquet back to her. "We're in church here."

"Oh be quiet," Lorraine kidded back as the string quartet began the recessional.

"Don't forget to bow," George whispered as Father Michael did and preceded down the aisle the string quartet playing the Wedding March.

George, Lorraine, Babs, Betty and Stephen followed suit before following him.

As they walked down the aisle, there were well-wishes from both sides.

"Congratulations!"

"Lorraine, you look gorgeous!"

"Good work on not fainting, George."

That last one was from his cousin Mike, George considering giving him a dirty look, but when Lorraine giggled, he gave a sheepish one instead, since it was true enough.

The day was still absolutely beautiful as they emerged from the chapel. George wasn't quite sure why he thought it wouldn't be…everything just seemed so different and as he looked down at Lorraine, Mrs. McFly, his wife. he realised that it was!

The photographer had arrived and was all ready directing the bridal party to get together on the steps of the Church.

"Move a little to the right there, honey," he called to Betty, who raised an eyebrow at him warningly and he quickly added. "Er, please, ma'am."

Betty smirked at Lorraine and Babs who giggled in response.

"Cut the guy some slack," George told them as he put an arm around Lorraine's waist. "He's probably just nervous."

"No, he thinks he's a smooth operator," Betty rolled her eyes. "Believe me, George, I know 'em when I see 'em."

Babs snickered. "Takes one to know one."

"So mature."

"All right, ladies, gentlemen, smile please!" The photographer all professionalism now requested.

George looked down at Lorraine and she looked back, her eyes sparkling with joy. They didn't need to smile, they all ready were!