"What took you so long?! You're late!" Doc scolded. Marty bit his lip. How late was he, exactly? He hoped things wouldn't be ruined because of his usual habits.
"I-I know, I'm sorry! I was kind of busy-" Marty cut himself off. Busy doing what, exactly? What could he say? "I had to play for the band because one of them got hurt." Marty told him.
"Did you get your parents together?" Doc asked. Marty looked down. That was debatable. While it was true that he technically did get them together, and he was no longer disappearing, it was no lie that he and Lorraine had gotten very friendly with one another. Marty still felt a tinge of the heartbreak of leaving her.
"Yeah, I did. My dad stood up to Biff!" Marty told Doc proudly. Doc looked alarmed.
"...Has he ever done that before?" Doc asked. Marty wondered why he would ask that, but he shook his head anyways.
"No, he hasn't. Why?" Marty asked curiously. "You see, Biff kinda threw me out of the car and he tried to-" Marty started, but found it difficult to finish his sentence. "He tried to... hurt... m-my mom." he finished.
"...and?" Doc asked. Marty shuffled uncomfortably.
"He didn't go far. He didn't even take anything off. My dad stepped in and saved her, like I said." Marty concluded. Doc shook his head.
"Never mind. We haven't got much time left." Doc told him. He peered over Marty's shoulder and into the Packard. "...you treated my car well, right?" Doc asked suspicously. Marty began to feel nervous. Why was he asking something like that at a time like this?
"...Y-yeah. Of course." Marty stammered. He began to grow even more anxious when Doc pushed him over a bit and took a closer look at the inside of the car, noticing a few spots of dried liquid. He turned to Marty, eyeing him suspiciously.
"...Marty, who was in this car with your mother?" Doc asked. Marty bit his lip. He had already confirmed a few seconds ago that Biff hadn't been able to make any moves on Lorraine, and George definitely wasn't in there with her either.
"Uhh... m-me." Marty told him. Doc shook his head. "You know... b-because of the plan." Marty tried to reason, but what he said only made him look worse.
"Is that what I think it is?" Doc pointed at the spots of dried liquid on the car seats. Marty gulped. What could he say now? Doc waited for Marty's response, when his attention was drawn to a small plastic object in the car. "Marty, what is that?" Doc asked, pointing towards it. Marty followed Doc's line of sight and saw the condom he had forgotten to pick up. He must have missed it when he was cleaning up. Marty gulped.
"Uhh... a... c-condom." his voice cracked as he said the last word. He gritted his teeth. There was no way he was getting out of this one.
"A used condom." Doc concluded, looking at Marty incriminatingly. "Marty, did you... have sexual intercourse with your own mother?!" Doc asked angrily. Marty shuffled uncomfortably, quiet. He didn't know what to say.
"...I-I..." Marty tried to start explaining himself, but it wasn't very easy. Doc cut him off again.
"I can't believe you! Do you have any idea how much damage to the space time continuum you've caused?! Not to mention it's completely wrong, Marty!" Doc scolded him. Marty couldn't meet his gaze. He kept his head down.
"I-I'm sorry, Doc! Lorraine is just- she just- she wouldn't stop coming onto me and I didn't know what to do and she and I are just- we-" Marty rambled. Where could he even begin? "I'm in love with her, okay?!" Marty yelled.
"That doesn't excuse your actions! How can you be in love with her?" Doc asked. Marty felt very frustrated. Should he just tell him about all of his sexual escapades that he had had this week?
"She's a different person, Doc! She's so young, and sweet, a-and beautiful! I couldn't help myself!" Marty reasoned, but Doc wasn't having any of it.
"So you had sex with her?" Doc asked angrily. Marty felt his face flush. He gritted his teeth. He couldn't take it anymore.
"Y-yeah, okay? I-I did it with her!" Marty yelled at him, finally looking up to face him. "I fucked her!" Marty added, blushing at his own vulgar words.
"Marty, that is unacceptable!" Doc retorted.
"Well I'm still here, aren't I?" Marty snapped back. Doc shook his head.
"That condom, despite having been used, is empty and is not tied!" Doc pointed out. Marty knew exactly what he was insinuating. "You know what I'm asking, don't you?" Doc stared at Marty intensely.
"Y-yeah, sure." Marty's voice lowered, and he averted his eyes, staring at the ground. He waited for Doc to ask the question.
"Did you ejaculate inside of her?" Doc asked, and Marty's face flushed even more. He bit his lip and didn't want to talk.
Marty stared down, not wanting to answer. He blushed as he remembered the fear and excitement when Lorraine had decided to start riding him again when he didn't have the condom on, and the feeling of cumming inside of her. He shivered. It was amazing. "Y-yeah... I did." He replied.
"Marty, your sperm could be fertilizing her eggs right now!" Doc yelled back to him, and Marty looked away.
"D-don't say that." he told him, worried about what could possibly happen if what he was saying was true. "She told me it was one of her 'safe days'... p-please Doc, you gotta understand. She was begging me!" Marty added.
"I suppose it could be possible that she couldn't get pregnant..." Doc stopped to think. "But I'm not sure."
"S-so, she won't get pregnant?" Marty asked warily.
"I don't even know if it's possible. But whatever! Right now, you need to go back to your own time. I'll scold you more in 30 years!" Doc told him. Even though Marty felt humiliated and a little bit mad at Doc, he still cared about his friend and his well being. Marty watched as Doc put his hand in his pocket and pulled out the letter he had written to him earlier on. "What is the meaning of this?"
"You'll find out in 30 years." Marty replied. He didn't feel like having another argument. He was flustered enough.
"It's about the future, isn't it? Information about the future?" Doc asked. Marty wouldn't be pressed to say anymore.
"I said you'll find out in 30 years." Marty said again.
"I warned you about this, kid. The consequences could be disastrous." Doc told him. But Marty didn't care. He didn't want Doc to get killed.
"You've gotta take that risk, Doc. Your life depends on it." Marty replied, trying to convince him. Doc shook his head.
"No. I'm not going to accept the responsibility." Doc said, tearing up the letter and throwing the pieces into the Packard ashtray. Marty felt frustrated. He couldn't let Doc do this. His mind began to frantically formulate something to say, something to do, anything, that he could, to save his best friend from certain death.
"Alright, Doc, in that case, I'll just have to tell you straight out-" Marty began, but before he could start telling Doc about what would happen to him, a huge gust of wind blew something down. Both heard a rather alarming cracking sound. They both instinctively turned to where the sound had come from. Marty's stomach dropped when he saw that a branch had conveniently decided to fall onto the cable near the tower and first lamp post... and along with this, the plug had effectively fallen out from the lightning rod.
"Great Scott! Kid - find the end of that cable - I'll throw the rope down to you!" Doc yelled to him, grabbing a big coil of rope before scrambling hurriedly up the steps of the courthouse. Marty gulped, looking at the fallen tree, before turning to go find the other end of the cable. He had already cut his time limit short enough as it was... could this night get anymore stressful? Thunder ripped through the sky, interrupting Marty's thoughts and causing the adolescent to flinch. In a frenzy, Marty somehow manages to find the plug, and looks up to see if Doc had found the other end. The wind makes it difficult for him to keep his eyes open and focused, but he squints and sees the older man looking at the connecting socket, unfortunately dangling between the 1 and 2 on the clock. Really? Of all the places it could have fallen... Marty knows Doc is going to attempt climbing out over there and grabbing it, and he doesn't feel good about it. Doc looks down, and Marty excitedly waves the cord in his hand. Marty watches as Doc throws some rope down to him, and Marty ties the cable he has, not bearing to look at his watch. Oh man, oh man, oh man. Marty waves at him again, and Doc begins pulling the cable towards himself. Even in his frenzied state, Marty manages to formulate the fact in his mind that this will indeed be the last chance he has to tell his best friend about his unfortunate future.
"Doc! I gotta tell you about the future!" Marty yells, his voice barely audible above the storm. His throat hurts, but he struggles anyways. He would do anything for his best friend.
"What?!" Doc yells back down to him. Marty takes a deep breath, thinking to himself, he can do this. He musters all he can and begins yelling to Doc.
"The future! On the night I go back, terrorists show up and you get-" Marty flinches in surprise once more at the sound of the clock striking 10:00. His voice is cut off, and Doc, in such close proximity to the sound, wobbles in surprise, but quickly regains his footing, much to Marty's relief. The older man still makes an unsuccesful attempt at yelling to Marty. The confused expression on the teen's face shows his words aren't getting to him. marty's heart is pounding - whatever Doc has to tell him will have to wait - and he can tell he thinks so too, as he is hastily gesturing him that he has the cables and that he should go. Marty hesitates. Can he really leave him here? He doesn't want to return to a future where his best friend is gone... it hurts him to do it, but he nods remorsefully and turns tail towards the DeLorean.
Marty plops himself into the silver car, pulling the gull wing door down and putting the key into the ignition. Even with his worry-riddled mind, the action of putting the key in the hole manages to bring a certain thing he did only a bit ago into his mind. He shakes his head, regaining his focus, anxiousness taking over.
"Dammit, Doc, why'd you have to tear up that letter? If only I had more time-" Marty stopped his sentence, looking at the destination time readout. "What am I talking about? I have all the time in the world! I have a time machine!" Marty exclaims to himself, although he's not particularly sure why he's talking when nobody's here. "I'll give myself more time!" He feels like a genius and yet at the same time a complete moron.
Doc is continuing to struggle getting the cables together. Just as he thinks he has it, the ledge he's on crumbles. He looks down warily, the considerable amount of height making him have second thoughts. In his fear, he accidentally drops the cable, but quickly grabs the clock hand, dangling, terrified. He begins to panic, but then realizes that the cable has fallen onto his left foot. He moves very carefully, climbing back up before kicking the cable up and grabbing it.
Marty is still attempting to give himself more time, when suddenly the engine dies. Fear fills his stomach as the car stops dead in its tracks. No, no, no... this can't happen. Of all the things that can't happen this is THE thing that CAN'T happen! Marty tries to start the DeLorean up again, but to no avail. "C'mon, c'mon...!" the anxiousness he already had begins to stack, adding frustration to the mix.
Meanwhile, Doc thinks he has it - he tries pulling the cables together, but he is disappointed when he feels a pull back on one of the cables. That's not right. He looks down to see the other one is caught on the tree branch. He yanks it tremendously, breaking it free, but then realizes the other cable became disconnected from the lamp post. Doc looks even more terrified than before. Why does it always seem like the whole world is plotting to conspire against him?
Marty is hitting the wheel anxiously, turning the key over and over, in his own pitiful attempts to start the DeLorean up again. Marty hears the piercing sound of the alarm clock ringing. "Shit!" he face plants into the wheel, and suddenly, the car starts up again. Marty shoots up and smiles widely, relief filling him. But that still doesn't mean anything, especially if he doesn't start driving. He turns the time circuits on, watching as the indicator lights turn on as well, and he puts the car in gear, smashing his foot to the pedal hastily.
Doc looks at both cables in his hands and wonders how he'll get them connected. He has an idea, tying them together before plugging them. Genius! He thinks to himself about how smart he is, watching the road closely for his young friend who should be coming up closely by now.
Marty continues accelerating in the DeLorean. The speedometer passes 40 mph. He can feel adrenaline filling his veins.
Doc tugs the cables a bit to makes sure they're secure before he takes a deep breath and jumps down, running towards the lamp post and hastily plugging it in. He takes a breath, thinking he almost could have died... He can see Marty speeding down the square, and even though he wasn't very happy with what his young friend has done tonight, he's still relieved to see him in that car.
Marty focuses, determination fillinmg him. It's a sure thing now. He can't mess this up. There's no way. He glances at the speedometer. It reaches 65 mph.
Doc sees Marty getting closer, and he begins getting anxious himself.
Marty keeps accelerating, the speedometer having now passed 85 mph. He grits his teeth, excitement and satisfaction having now filled him. Yes, yes! This is it! The flux capacitor lights up, indicating the impending time travel. Suddenly, lightning strikes the clock tower, the electricity travelling down the cables, and Marty hits the cable with the wire just in time, the DeLorean disappearing into 1985.
Doc's eyes go wide as he examines the flames left on the road. He's in utter disbelief. He begins jumping around excitedly, not believing it worked.
Marty speeds into Hill Valley in 1985, unfortunately having crashed into the now boarded up movie theater. He sits up groggily. He looks at the readouts. Present time now matches destination time - October 5th, 1985, 1:07 am. Marty smiles. "Alright!" he exclaimed. His only thought now is to rescue Doc. He makes an attempt at starting the DeLorean up again. He puts the car into gear, but much to his dismay, the engine dies again. "Aw shit!" he yells out in defeat. What is he gonna do? Marty tries again, but shortly after his attention is turned to the sound of a skidding car coming around the corner. His eyes widen with horror as he sees the terrorists' van speeding towards the mall. "The libyans!" Marty quickly tries to start the DeLorean again, but to no avail. "Shit! It's frozen..." Marty remarks, before stepping out quickly to run to the mall.
Marty huffs as he finally makes his way to the mall sign - which now reads "Lone Pine Mall" with one pine tree on it. But he is too focused on his best friend's impending doom to notice. "Oh, God, no, I'm too late!" He looks on with horror as he watches Doc get shot down by the libyans, and shortly after, he witnesses himself frozen in terror before his other self runs off into the DeLorean and goes to the past. Seeing himself do something he already did amazes him. But it doesn't keep him from being horrified of what happened to Doc. "No!" he shouts. The terrorists' van crashes and flips onto its side. Marty hurriedly runs down to Doc's side, staring down at his body. Marty turns Doc over, tears welling up in his eyes. "Doc, no..." Marty's voice cracks as he utters hopelessly. Suddenly, Doc opens his eyes and looks up at Marty, smiling. "You're alive!" Marty exclaims. Can this be real? He's amazed to see Doc stand up.
"Of course I'm alive." he replies. Marty looks confused. How could he be alive? He didn't get a chance to tell him! And the letter...
"But you were shot - I saw it! I saw it twice!" he replies hastily. Doc rips open his radiation suit, revealing a bullet proof vest. "A bullet proof vest..." Marty remarks. "But how did you know?" he asks. Doc pulls a letter out of his pocket. It's yellowed and crumpled, and looks like it was taped back together. "After all that lecturing about screwing up future events and the space time continuum..." Marty says, grinning at him.
"Yeah, well, I figured, what the hell." Doc concludes, smiling at Marty. "Speaking of which..." Marty gulps. "You and I need to talk." Doc says, a little more sternly.
Marty was glad to be back home. After all this, he had come back to a completely different family. His father was confident and headstrong, and his brother and sister were both competent workers with good jobs. It baffled Marty. But he also noticed that his mother seemed like she was a little less happy than she should be. She always seemed to be a bit depressed, Marty noticed. Like she depended on George for everything. That wasn't like her... Marty had noticed this, and had decided he would tell Doc.
"It has to do with you having been friendly with your mother in 1955." Doc told him, thinking. Marty shook his head.
"Can't you call her 'Lorraine' when talking about her when she's young?" Marty asked.
"It doesn't matter. The issue is, she probably never quite got over you. Did you tell her you'd be back? Because I do remember her asking me quite a few times if she could see you again." Doc told Marty. Marty felt his heart sink. Was she really that broken up about him?
"So what should I do?" Marty asked.
"I hate to say it, but... you might want to go back and spend some more time with her, while also slowly letting her know that you can't see her again. Find a way to make her get used to the idea a little more." Doc explained. Thoughts began to fill Marty's head. 'spend some more time with her'... he found his thoughts drifting back to all the things he had done with her. He wondered if he would be able to do anything like that again...
To Be Continued... In a sequel fic!