DISCLAIMER: Just in case your wondering, no I don't own BTTF or Indiana Jones or anything affiliated with them. I wish I did but I don't so there.

We'll Meet in Time

12:15am

Riverside Drive

Hill Valley, California

13th May 1930

Biff turned and glared at the DeLorean for some moments before turning away and entering the house. Biff could either not see the car as it was the middle of the night or he was too stupid to realise that a DeLorean in 1930 was rare occurrence. Indy got out out of the car after a battle with the door which was after all gull winged. He rushed towards the house whilst Marty apprehensively followed behind. They silently entered the house wondering what to expect. It was dim in what appeared to be a long corridor with peeled wallpaper and a slight smell of damp. They could hear footsteps further down which Indy decided to pursue. Marty wondered if he had a plan or whether he was making it up as he went. The archaeologist and teenager came to a door which was wide open,

"Don't make it too obvious Biff." Marty commented which received a 'Sh' from Indy. When suddenly a light beamed through the corridor. Marty turned to check and see if anyone was behind them, he wish he hadn't. There was a loud slam and Marty fell to the ground. Indy watched the kid and dodged an attempt to knock him out too. There was no use in fighting though; he was surrounded. It would take a miracle to get him out of this one.

***

Dr. Brown had been pacing the floor for the past fifteen minutes trying to piece together some sort of plan. He needed to figure out what Biff wanted and who he was working for.

"Biff couldn't have come up with this himself. He must be working with someone. Maybe your original idea was right. They could be the Libyans." Jules commented.

"Don't you think I've thought of that? I thought of everything and nothing makes logical sense." The reply had left a deathly silence between them. Jules had to end it; the silence was killing him,

"You know, if I just sit down and think..." Jules sat down but had to get up as there was a knock at the door. He returned into the room carrying a letter, "...the solution presents itself." Jules continued with a touch of horror in his voice. He read the letter over and over before handing it to his dad who also read it over and over. The news had brought shock over them. Jules sat down once more and read the letter again.

'good evening, as you already know Biff is in 1930. I presume you have a lot of questions but first I want to inform you that we have captive, Dr. Indiana Jones and Marty McFly. If you want your questions answered and to see your friends again then follow these instructions.'

The instructions were clear, to save Marty and Indy from whatever fate they were destined they had to build a new time machine. That wasn't the problem. They also had to meet two different people in two different places, probably because they would be easier to deal with if they were separated. That wasn't the problem. The only thing that caused a problem was the identity of the mysterious author of the letter. They needed a plan which meant that they could escape easily and contact each other easily. Neither one of them had spoken after the letter had been read over and over. The silence revealed that both of them were hatching a plan. This time they needed one; Indy and Marty's lives were at risk. Plus, they both knew that Biff could be dangerous. They had no idea how dangerous his unidentified leader was but they were probably going to find out. After 30 minutes of silence suddenly, Emmett had a revelation,

"I know exactly what we're going to do." he said calmly and confidently.

***

Marty woke with a splitting headache to find Biff across from him sleeping. He went to get up but couldn't. He was tied to a chair along with Indiana who was facing the opposite direction. Most likely because their captors didn't want them conferring. Marty sighed, Biff had just become very dangerous. He tried to piece together what had happened but the last thing he remembered was the bright light. There was a creaking noise from upstairs and dust collapsed from the ceiling. They must be in the basement. Marty glanced around the room which was obviously very old. It was made entirely of stone and was therefore cold. He could see a door at the other end which was probably the only means of escape except for a small window. The noise from upstairs was now in the stairway. He could here every step that the person took which was towards them. The door opened and revealed a man in his mid-thirties with short black hair.

"Back from Sweden?" Indiana apparently knew the man.

"Well, after you reached the Pagan Temple. We headed back and for the past month I've been plotting revenge. That was my find and you had no right!"

"Now, now Forrestal. The best archaeologist won. What can I say?" Indy smugly said back.

"Ha! Well clearly not. You're here now and in quite an unfortunate position. You and your friend are going to enjoy your life in the dark ages. I'm sure." He laughed rather evilly and went back upstairs. Biff had only just woke up and started to laugh along with Forrestal who had now disappeared upstairs.

"This'll teach you, Calvin Klein or should I say Marty McFly?"

"You know what Biff I knew you were stupid but I guess I didn't know how stupid. You could get into a lot of trouble for this you know. Kidnapping?" Marty replied.

"Yeah maybe I will but it'll be worth every minute. I always knew that revenge on you would be sweet." Biff chuckled, he walked away and locked the door behind him. As soon as the door closed Indy began to shuffle.

"Come on kid, we gotta get out of here. If I was wearing my jacket this would be a lot easier." Indy shuffled even more in a desperate attempt to get free but it was no use. Marty followed suit but it was useless.

"This is heavy." Marty groaned.

"You can't think about weight at a time like this. Concentrate on the important things. Calvin!" Indy said jokingly. "I'm not gonna ask." he added whilst struggling. Marty was still doing the same but with no luck. Maybe, just maybe there was a glimmer of hope after all. He could reach his own pocket which if he was lucky had a pocket knife in. He strained to reach it and felt around in the first pocket without success. The second pocket was more difficult to reach but he managed it. The teenager fumbled around and hit the plastic handle.

"Yes!" He shouted rather loudly.

"Calm down, kid. You want them ass holes back down here?" Indy questioned.

"Not really but I've found my lucky charm." Marty said, now he was the smug one. He began to cut through the rope which bound them.

"Great kid. I'm hoping that means an escape route."

"Yeah." Marty agreed. He had little time now as the noise from upstairs had resurfaced. He was through. He pulled the ropes off and got up to face a camera. In a panic he rushed to Indy and after a flurry with the knife was free. They stood up and went to the door. The noise had grown louder now which meant that they were coming downstairs. They needed a plan and fast.