Author's note: I realized a long time ago that I accidentally forgot a chapter. It was on my own computer that blew up. So, I hope this makes everything a little clearer!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Abby as usual. I can assure nothing at all has changed overnight.

Marty and I made our way to my house in silence. I mean after you kiss your best friend you can guess things will get weird. When you think about it was probably the least weird thing that happened to us since we left 1985.

We made it to the door. Marty stopped me from going in.

"Okay I know I screwed up. I always seem to be screwing up. You're my best friend Abs and if things go weird between us I don't know what I'll do. So, please lets just be friends." Marty begged.

I smiled. "If I don't have you then who do I have right?"

I knocked on the door. The next thing I know Marty and me are being pulled into the house and Doc stuck a suction cup to Marty's forehead. And I thought it was weird when I kissed Marty.

"Doc!" Marty yelled trying to explain our whole long story to the 1955 Doc.

"Don't say a word" Doc warned putting on a big hat with metal poles coming out of it. I wasn't even going to ask what the experiment was about. I had enough talks about the time space continuum to last an lifetime.

"I don't wanna know your name. I don't wanna know anything about you" Doc said as he concentrated on the suction cup. Okay, so I got the answer to what I had been asking myself since I can remember. Was Doc crazy or just eccentric? The answer? He was crazy.

"Doc, Doc, it's me, Marty" Marty tried again.

"Don't tell me anything" Doc repeated. Obviously no one was getting anywhere. Marty wasn't having any luck with explaining to Doc everything and Doc wasn't having any luck with his wacko experiment.

"Quiet, quiet. I'm gonna read your thoughts. Let's see now, you've come from a great distance?" Doc guessed and for a second I actually thought one of his inventions worked until…

"Uh, you want me to buy a subscription to the

Saturday Evening Post?" Doc guessed again. I put my head in my hands. We were getting nowhere close to getting home. I guess making it home in time to watch the Late night mystery show was out of the question.

"No" Marty groaned as he attempted to pull the suction up off his forehead. But to no avail. "Abs…" Marty started.

"I'll get it. Just hold still and put this in between your teeth" I said shoving a newspaper into his mouth.

I pulled as hard as I could and within seconds it was off. But as some say "no pain no gain." Marty was writhing on the floor trying to pull all the newspaper out of his mouth.

"Did you stick the whole freaking newspaper in there?" Marty cried as he pulled off a small piece that was sticking to his tongue.

"No, I'm stupid you know" I said as I hid the one piece of paper that hadn't gone into his mouth behind my back. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

After Marty got up off the floor he began what would be a long speech. "Doc, were from the future. We came here in a time machine that you invented. Now, I need your help to get back to the year 1985." Okay I thought it was a fine start.

My god, do you know what this means?" Doc asked. I perked up thinking that he had actually understood everything. Until… "It means that this damn thing doesn't work at all." Doc finished as he pulled off his hat with the poles coming off of it.

"Doc, you gotta help us. You are the only one who knows how your time machine works! It's my car and I don't even know how it works!" I yelled in desperation.

"Time machine, I haven't invented any time machine" Doc said staring off into the distance.

Okay, alright, I'll prove it to you. Look at my driver's license, expires 1987. Look at my birthday, for crying out loud I haven't even been born yet. And, look at these pictures!" Marty yelled pulling two pictures out of his jacket pocket. Look at this one, my brother, my sister, and me. Look at the school behind us. Built 1985."

"And look at this one of Abby and me! Look at her shirt. 'Class of 1985!" Marty yelled.

"Hey, how come I don't have a copy of this?" I asked fingering the picture. Marty was really starting to freak now. I hadn't seen him this angry since the time I poured an ice cube down his back in front of Jennifer. Boy how he yelled. That's the day I learned that he can dance like Michael Jackson.

"Pretty Mediocre photographic fakery, they cut off your brother's hair." Doc blew it off.

"Were telling the truth, Doc, you gotta believe us. You got to believe your daughter!" I yelled. That stopped him. He turned towards me slowly.

That's when I realized that we hadn't exactly told him that I was his daughter yet. I smiled weekly.

"You can't be! I'm not married! I don't even have a fascination with anyone! Plus, my daughter would not have a boyfriend!" Doc yelled his face redder than the air was when he tried to make a machine that would deflate and then reflate a tomato.

"Who said I had a boyfriend?" I asked wanting to know how Doc had come across this little bit of information.

"Isn't this boy with you your boyfriend? Cause you sure act like it!" Doc cried. I looked at him shock.

"Marty's not my boyfriend. As a matter of fact I broke up with my real boyfriend yesterday!" I yelled in defense.

"Oh, so you did break up with him. Now I won't have to get the gossip from others." Marty said.

I groaned. This was becoming a disaster!

"Okay, Doc you want proof I have it." I said reaching into the back pocket of my jeans. I pulled out a old crumpled piece of paper. I handed it to Doc.

"But, how could this happen…" Doc protested.

"Well, you see it happens like this a man a woman love each other so they decide…" Marty started.

"No, I don't mean that. I mean how?" Doc asked baffled.

I patted him on the back. "Don't be so surprised cause you aren't the best father I can tell you that. And I have honestly contemplated murdering you." I joked.

"So this means you are telling the truth!" Doc cried.