Back in Dimmsdale, A.J. woke up with a yawn and a stretch. For some strange reason, he had a good night's sleep. But, that's when he realized something. Alicia wasn't there. A.J. ran downstairs, forgetting to change. A.J. didn't even see his parents. A.J. darted out of the room and outside of his house. He had to find Alicia. But, things went from strange to stranger as A.J. looked down at his body and saw that he was reasonably younger...around 21 years of age the resident genius thought. That's when he saw Timmy riding a bicycle. A.J. ran out, to see his friend.

A.J. called, "Timmy!"

Timmy stopped his bike and A.J. noticed that he looked slightly different. He had no bucked teeth and he was also 21 years old. And more importantly, it looked like he had been crying. A.J. perked up at this almost immediately. What was going on?

Timmy sniffled and warned sharply, "I have no time to talk, A.J."

A.J. was completely worried at this point as he asked, "Timmy... Buddy, what happened?"

That's when Timmy backed away from A.J. instantly. A.J. perked up at this, the feeling in the pit of his stomach growing.

He hissed, the tears falling freely, "Don't 'buddy' me, A.J. We haven't been friends since my sixteenth birthday."

A.J. froze. Timmy was mad, upset, and vulnerable all at the same time. What did he mean that they hadn't been friends since his sixteen birthday? They were best friends right now. They had been for years. So why was this happening? He had to figure this out.

A.J. stated, "I just want to help."

Timmy shook his head and yelled, "All you want to do is show off how smart you are compared to me. Who got the dream job of being in astronomy? Who isn't stuck in fifth grade? You aren't. Who didn't lose the only family that they ever had today? Let me tell you, 'buddy', it wasn't you!"

A.J. felt awful right now. He didn't know what was going on. He was so confused.

He tried to reach out to his friend and asked, "Who did you lose today?"

Timmy backed away from A.J., as if he was a wounded dog. That's when he hissed, "Everything! Everything that ever meant the world to me. All because of a stroke! All because of a..."

That's when Timmy broke down and started to cry…really cry. A.J. was heartbroken at this. Who was Timmy talking about and where was Alicia? A.J. decided to take a chance. He had nothing to lose.

A.J. asked, "Timmy, what about Alicia? And who did you lose today?"

Timmy looked up at him, tears rolling down his cheeks. He was about to say something that A.J. would soon never forget.

Timmy answered, chocking on his tears, "I don't know what you're trying to do. And I'm not going to play that game. I'm not going to let you set me up and then smack me down. Alex Jason Johnson Jr., for all I know, our friendship ended on my sixteenth birthday. And you're not going to get me while I'm already down. Oh, no. I already got that from my parents, Chester, and I don't need it from you. My only true friend is Anna. She never betrayed me. And I had another true friend but thanks to stroke…" Timmy turned away from A.J. and continued to cry. Through his tears; Timmy added, "Go and live your dream that I, an average kid, could never have. After all, you are a genius."

With that, Timmy started to pedal away but A.J. stopped him.

A.J. huffed, "Timmy, tell me what you lost."

Timmy spat, "Like you care that I lost Doc!"

A.J. let go of Timmy's bike realizing on how hurt he was. Timmy pedaled off with tears in his eyes. A.J. was in shock when he saw Chester coming up to him.

Chester asked, "A.J.? What was that all about?"

A.J. looked at him and answered honestly, "I don't know, Chester..."

That's when Chester said something A.J. wasn't expecting.

He stated, "You and I both know he isn't worth our breath."

A.J. turned to him and huffed, "What are you talking about?! He's our best friend, Chester! He needs us!"

Chester pointed out, "Are you kidding me? Timmy Turner has been acting like a kid ever since he learned he was being held back in the fifth grade the very first time. He's trying to hang onto something. That something, whatever it is, sure is pathetic."

A.J. hissed, "How dare you! He is our friend, he needs us."

Chester shook his head, "Timmy Turner is not worth our time. He never has been and never will be."

"NO!" A.J. screamed in his face.

...

"A.J.?" A familiar voice asked, sounding worried. A.J. woke up with a start, panting up a cold sweat. He sat up, Alicia sitting up next to him. She asked sweetly, "Another nightmare?"

A.J. barely nodded as he admitted, "Yeah, they seem to be more frequent too."

Alicia sighed sadly, "Why does this keep happening...?"

A.J. held her close and whispered, "I don't know... I honestly don't know..."

...

Timmy was already up, holding his pounding head. He was trying his hardest not to wake Trixie so he had went downstairs. Timmy couldn't understand why his forth dimensional sense was acting up. He knew that he had to make a trip to Hill Valley anyways. So he decided to lay back down and get some rest.

...

The next morning, Tommy and Tammy had left for school. Trixie had left after the kids did, which left Timmy to leave last. He grabbed his car keys, locking up the house, and headed out for the day. He eventually got up to Hill Valley and it was about mid-morning. He stopped at a house near the old Burger King, parking his car right in front. He headed to the garage and knocked at the door. He waited a moment before a man answered the garage door. He was in his late forties, had short dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, wearing a sky blue long sleeved shirt, dark blue jeans, and black shoes.

"Hey Verne." Timmy greeted.

"Hey Timmy." Verne greeted back.

Verne stepped away from the door. Timmy walked in, seeing that Jules and Emily were there too. Jules was in his early fifties, had short chestnut hair, brown eyes, wearing a red long sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and white sneakers. Emily was about in her early forties, brown curly long hair pulled back into a beautiful braided ponytail, brown eyes, wearing a 1890 purple dress shirt, 1890's purple pants, and long black boots. She also wore a gold chain around her neck.

"You two are here too?" Timmy asked them.

"We figured that it might be the best place for us all to meet." Jules answered.

"And besides that, your forth dimensional sense acting up worse is worrying us." Emily admitted.

Timmy nodded in agreement. "Yes, it is worrying me too. It's like something is coming but I have no idea what it is."

Verne raised an eyebrow and slightly teased, "Do you have any idea of what it might be usually?"

To that, everyone laughed. Timmy smiled happily. This is where he felt at home. He turned to Emily.

He asked her, "How is your new invention coming?"

Emily answered, "Oh the time transporter? Almost finished! All I need to do is some final edits to it."

Timmy questioned, "There anyway of testing it?"

Emily raised an eyebrow as she asked a question of her own, "Yes, why?"

"Well, since my head won't stop pounding all day, can you find me later on tomorrow night?" Timmy asked.

"Of course I can..." Emily promised, a tad worried. She glanced as her older brothers, as Timmy left them. "What was that all about?" She asked them.

Jules answered, "I don't know but he seems worried about something."

Verne agreed, "Yes but why does he only want Emily to go?"

Emily teased, "Cause I'm a better time traveler than the two of you."

To that, both boys gave her a look.

...

Meanwhile, Timmy had went to Oak Park Cemetery. He stood in front of a tombstone that read: 'Here lies Doctor Emmett Lathrop Brown. Father, inventor, and friend.' Timmy was in tears, knelling down to the cold stone. While he knew Doc wasn't there, he pretended that he was. Doc had died of a stroke when Timmy was only 21.

Clara was still alive but she was in a home. Marty was married now, having two children of his own with Jennifer Parker. They had yet to tell their children of time traveling so it was harder to talk to Marty. At least it was for Timmy. When Doc died, it destroyed them both. Marty was never really over it. Timmy wasn't either.

"I love you Doc... I hope we're ready for this... I really am..." Timmy sobbed.

His tears hit the cold stone as Timmy just imagined smelling the old man's lab coat. It always smelled of campfire, or at least it did to Timmy.

"I love you too sport..." Doc whispered.

Timmy sobbed even harder and he didn't know why. It was like he was mourning more than just Doc...

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Wishmaker1028: And there we have it. Quite a sad chapter, honestly. But we are going to be headed towards... Actually, never mind, I don't want to spoil it. For now guys, please read and review! And always think outside of the box!