Indiana McFly Jr. – Thanks! I always thought that Strickland would hate Doc as much as Mart since he compared them both in the first film as useless members of society XD. Thank you for the thoughtful reviews!

My dad just gave me an ORIGINAL print of the Back to the Future poster he snatched from a movie theatre way back in the day. I looked up the worth…nearly 350.00 USD. Holy shit. Thanks Dad!

Ok, I didn't want to paraphrase the first movie, so I'm sliding in between the gap between the first and second.

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Marty sighed as he laid in bed. That had been nearly a year and six months ago. The DeLorean, the time machine, had worked perfectly. A little too perfectly…his brain was still catching up. Seeing his parents transformed from alcoholic, submissive twats into real people have drained him. Doc had suggested he go home and get some rest, but how could he sleep? How could anyone sleep? How could anyone breathe knowing they'd seen events before their birth? It was far too much to think about. Suddenly the odd bouts of insomnia Doc suffered seemed all too relatable.

It wasn't just the time travelling…seeing Doc laying there dead had done something to him. Even though now he had altered time to make sure he was alive and well, the sight of seeing him shot had constricted around his heart. It had shoved cold water down his throat and frozen his insides as badly as the steel of the DeLorean. Marty had relatives die before, people he had cared about. His grandparents, his Uncle Joey being jailed, many occasions in his life he had a chance to mourn.

Doc's death, however temporary, had shut down every emotion he thought he could feel.

He sighed and looked over at the clock. Four in the morning. Four o'clock, November 6th, 1985. Everything was supposed to be fine, so when Doc had blinked his eyes, why in that single second had he felt like pulling the other man to him as close as he could possibly get him? To feel him living and breathing, to touch his skin? "This isn't heavy…this is like someone dropped a planet on my head." Marty mumbled miserably, rolling onto his stomach and nuzzling into his pillow. God he needed sleep! His mind needed to reboot from all the crazy shit that had happened.

Wait a minute. His head shot up from the pillow and he scrambled out of bed, still completely dressed. That was it! He'd screwed up the way his parents had gotten back together and it was messing with the way he was created, which meant that perhaps he made himself gay! He needed to speak to the Doc…he needed to fix this! He needed to be normal again!

Then he needed to talk to Jennifer. He needed to kiss her again and feel right with the world.

Marty snatched his skateboard, ignoring the fog in his brain that told him he needed sleep now more than anything. But this couldn't wait. He opened his door slowly, praying his parents didn't wake up. His mother traditionally drank until around this time and passed out in the kitchen, and his dad went to bed religiously early, but God only knew how they would act now? The house was ten times cleaner than it had ever been, his brother and sister both had respectable jobs and his parents were as affectionate as teenagers.

He crept past his parents' room, horrified to hear the sounds of bedsprings creaking and soft moans. "Oh Christ Dad…" Marty winced, hurrying his footsteps to get as far past the room as possible. He'd never even given thought to his parents having sex in the middle of the night before. In fact, he would have laughed had anyone brought it up. Hearing it was something mind-blowing entirely.

He felt his face twist into a mask of disgust as he put his hand on the doorknob of the front door, opening it and slipping quietly out. The skateboard clattered to the pavement and he leapt aboard, kicking off out of the driveway and heading down to the old garage on Riverside Drive.

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"Doc!" Marty ripped open the side door to the garage, not surprised to see his friend laying on the cot, snoring loudly. Suddenly he felt guilty for breaking into his home in the middle of the night…Doc had been through just as much as he had. Marty flipped up his skateboard into his hand and laid it next to the door, sitting down on a pile of rags. "The hell are you doing, McFly…" he groaned, resting his head into his hands and running his fingers through his hair. Pedaling furiously here had drained him of the panicked energy he had.

Marty forced himself to stand, wading through the mountains of sketches and dirty clothing to look down at Doc sleeping peacefully on the bed. He smirked, sliding his hands into his pockets. Peacefully really wasn't the word for it. Doc was n his back, limbs flung every which way, mouth hanging open and snore that made the dog curled at his feet twitch every few seconds. Marty reached down and rubbed Einstein's ears. "Hey boy." He said softly, earning a tired lick from the shaggy dog. "Sorry we put you through all that." The dog must have been going crazy with time shifting around him, though Marty knew Doc would say that the dog wouldn't even know what happened to him.

He felt his lids getting heavier. He'd lay down for a few hours, then he needed to talk to Doc. It wasn't like there was another bed in here, though. Marty patted the dog and walked back to the pile of rags, arranging it in a bed-like mat before sitting down on it. Not too bad for a makeshift bed. Doc had enough of these things laying around, citing the never-ending quest for rags to clean the DeLorean. These seemed clean enough. Marty sighed and laid down on his side, shutting his eyes and giving into the need for sleep.

Marty cracked open an eye sleepily from his makeshift bed. Unfortunately some machine part he hadn't seen had been jabbing him in the ribs all night. He frowned and sat up, placing a hand on his ribs. Next time he'd clear a spot on the floor before he attempted something like this. His eyes roved around the carpet of papers and books…not a chance. He'd just not sleep over at the Doc's again.

He ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes blearily searching around for the Doc. He smirked when he saw him slip through the makeshift door to the small back-yard where the DeLorean sat. Of course. Doc was thrilled he had something that actually worked the first time he tried it, after years of calculations and work. He had to make sure it wasn't a dream.

Marty grunted as he pulled himself up, hearing his spine pop loudly. Definitely not sleeping over at the Doc's again. He leapt over a few spare car parts and the remnants of the old Tesla coil experiment, following the Doc out the back. "Hey, Doc?" he called questioningly. The older man let out a yelp and swung around to face him, eyes wide and hair more askew than usual.

"Don't sneak up on me like that, Marty!" he admonished, raking his wild hair down into some semblance of normality. Which, for the Doc, meant everything looked windblown instead of psychotic. "How did you get here so fast? It's eight in the morning already. You'll be late again."

"Look, Doc, about last night…" Marty said, chewing his lip as the Doc's eyes softened and the scientist put a hand on his shoulder.

"How are your parents? Still married? All your siblings accounted for?" Doc searched his face for a clue as to why Marty seemed so reluctant to talk.

"No, my parents are fine. More than fine, actually…they act like a couple of teenagers." Marty allowed himself a small smile. At least his parents were happy. "Look, Doc, you think something else might have been screwed up by the time machine?"

Doc patted his cheek. "Marty whatever things that you find odd in this new alternate universe you created by that untimely meet with your father, you'll get used to it. If your parents and your siblings are happy, and we're all not about to be sucked into a black hole, then what is there to worry about? I'm already planning my next trip." He said cheerfully. "I thought of going into the future, but I want to do this first. It's something to do with my family history. Come here, look." Doc gestured to the time machine, hurrying over to the gull wing doors and opening the driver's side.

"Doc I wanted to ask if I've been screwed up. Like if kissing my mother did something to me." Marty asked hesitantly.

"You kissed your mother?" Doc pulled his head from the cockpit to give Marty a critical look.

"She came onto me!" Marty protested.

"As long as your father married your mother and copulated to produce you, then there's nothing wrong. History would take over from there." Doc said dismissively, sliding into the driver's seat. "Come here, I'll show you where I'm going." Marty sighed and rested an arm on the open door, peering into the car to see the time-circuits.

"1937? World War Two, Doc?" He asked, his turn to raise an eyebrow now. "Talk about out of the frying pan and into the fire."

"Wernher Magnus Maximilian Freiherr von Braun. My grand-uncle." Doc said. "Worked under the Nazi regime as a Schutzstaffel member. My entire family moved to America because of him. Changed our last name, tried to start over. But it is because of my grand-uncle that the Nazis gained the power to fire rockets."

Marty blinked. Brown, von Braun, it made sense. "Doc, weren't you the one who told me it wasn't right to alter the course of history? Besides, the Allies won the war, and we're in America. You know how impossible it would be to travel to Germany in the middle of World War Two? You'd get shot." He said in concern. "I'm still not sure it's a good idea to use this thing at all…what I said earlier, I was serious. I think something might have screwed me up."

"Marty, paranoid delusions are what would be the death of this entire project. If I have a chance to make something right…" Doc sighed and looked at the time-circuits, switching the screen off. "…you're right. Besides, if my ancestors had never moved here then where would our friendship be? I would have never invented the time machine because I would have not possibly inherited as much wealth as I did. Nevermind. It's a foolish fantasy."

Marty looked down at the ground, shuffling a rock into the shadow of the DeLorean with his feet. Doc thought he was nuts for thinking he was screwed up…everyone was happy, why couldn't he be? "Doc, I think it made me, you know…gay." He said heavily, his eyes locked on the form peering wistfully at the glass screens.

"Why shouldn't you be happy?" Doc asked blithely as he got out of the DeLorean, shooing Marty to the side so he could grab the doors and shift them closed. "You probably shouldn't be any more late, Marty. That superintendent of yours is quite the brute about it as it is, and I need to do some work on the DeLorean. Some of those branches you covered it with got stuck in the reactor. It'll take me all day to work out and I need to get some parts." He looked at the discouraged teenager and patted his shoulder. "Marty, if you're truly concerned talk to your parents. See if there's anything in your past that could give clues."

Marty nodded and went inside to grab his skateboard. Being late again couldn't help his chances at graduation. He'd talk to his parents tonight to see if anything hinted at abnormality. Was he still with Jennifer?