Chapter Thirteen - What In Sir Issac Newton Are You Two Doing?

Friday
November 11th 1955
6:56pm

Marty eventually came downstairs with me after a lot of persuasion and cheering him up - also meant Doc could help me tell him about our next idea. The living area was lit up by the recently lit fire.
"I guess Doc was getting cold." I shrugged and sat on the rug infront while leaning against the red couch. At the same time Marty got comfy and curled himself up on the couch above my head.

Doc wasn't in the living room, he told us wait because he has a surprise for us in the kitchen. I didn't know whether to be excited or scared,
"I wish Doc would hurry up, I want to know this idea. The dance is tomorrow." Marty whined as we waited,
"I'm sure he isn't taking forever on purpose. So just be paitent." Marty leaned forward so his head was above mine.
"Why can't you just tell me now?" he continued to moan, "If you tell me now then we won't have to wait for Doc and we can all focus on the surprise."Although, I knew he had a point, I was staying stubborn.
"No I am not telling you yet. Doc told us to wait for him to get back so that is what I am doing. Just wait will you." I folded my arms and looked away. Next, I felt a dark, red cushion hit the side of my face. Of course it didn't hurt, but it sure scared me. I screamed at the sudden shock of it hitting me. I felt so foolish that I knew my face was slowly matching the colour of the cushion. Marty erupted into laughter,
"That was not funny!" He was rolling around on the couch still giggling, "Grr, Marty will you stop laughing and moving about your still hitting me with it." I struggled to snatch it off him.
"Woah, don't scream again Sam, I'm still waiting for my ears to readjust from the last one." Marty managed to joke trying to get his breath back.
"Just give me the cushion." I glared,
"Why? So you can stop me from doing it again?" Once again I felt the softness of the cushion hit the side of my face.
"Right that's it!" I shot up and dived on the couch on top of him take it away.
"What in Sir Issac Newton are you two doing?!" Doc scampered in with a bewildered face and a tray full of treats with hot coca too. I guess if anyone walked in on two teens, all over one couch, out of breath and on top of one another would wonder the exact same thing and probably jump to numerous conlusions. As soon as I saw Doc I jumped off Marty and the couch with the cushion (clearly I won) and stood in front of the fire place with my face looking a tad more red then before.
"Doc! Ah, nothing we were just, um we were just..." I couldn't think of what to say, my mind went blank as I went searching for answers.
"We were just fighting." Marty spoke out with his hand tied around his neck, "Yeah,well I thought I'd show Sam how to defend her self from trouble. Ah, yeah." He seemed to question his own answer in his head and I questioned why we both just didn't say the truth. Doc didn't look too convinced.
"On the couch?" Doc eyebrows raised.
"Well, not from the start no. Lets say Sam definitely knows how to defend herself." Marty gave me a sneaky wink, Doc didn't seem to notice.
"Ohhh. Well next time can you both practice, defend or whatever you were doing outside please just incase you break something." He seemed to believe what Marty slightly made up but I wasn't sure and hell wasn't going to think about it no longer.
"Oh, don't worry Doc. There won't be a next time." I looked straight at Marty and shot him a sarcastic grin to reply to his wink.
"Okay." Doc walked over and placed the tray of treats on the side table next to us all.
"What you got there Doc? Is this the surprise?" I thought it would be best to start a new subject.
"You are indeed correct Samantha. As you and Marty were upstairs earlier on I thought this was going to be the last night we all spend together for 30 years and I wanted to give you a little treat. A leaving present shall we say." He had a warmest smile on his face, however his eyes showed a glimer of sadness.
"Nice one Doc! You're the best." Marty thanked as he took a plate of cookies of the tray and started to shove them in his mouth. I stared at him for a moment in amazement of how many cookies a teenage guy can place in his mouth. I shook my head a looked back a Doc
"Thank you, you really shouldn't of gone through all this trouble." I smiled and took a cookie from Marty's hand.
"That was mine!" His serious tone faltered,
"I think you had enough of those." I took a bite out of mine.
"Now, now, there is enough for all of us." Doc took another from Marty's hand to demonstrate.
"What, oh come on!" Marty gawped. Doc and I laughed at shock reaction.

After we all we relaxed and Marty ate all the cookies and drank most of the Hot-coca, it was time to explain our plan.
"Well, Marty I think it is only right we tell you what you gotta do tomorrow now don't you?" Doc began.
"Yes! I almost forgot." Marty concentration was now fully on Doc and not the tray.
"Okay, lets reccap. We got your father to successfully believe he had to ask your mother to the ceremonial ritual tomorrow night."
"Right." Marty nodded.
"However, we can clearly rule out that he hasn't achieved in doing so." We all sighed knowing this was not going to be easy.
"So, what are we going to do?" Marty was egar to find out.
"Your mother now believes she is going with you, am I correct?" Marty never answered,
"Yes Doc." I chipped in.
"Thank you Samantha. So, this is the start of our plan. You must take your mother to that dance tomorrow night!"
"What!? Doc no I can't?" Marty shot up out of his seat.
"Marty!" I shouted as his knocked the tray accidently all over the floor, "Just listen to Doc, please sit back down. Do you really think I would of brought you down here if I didn't think this was going to work?" He hesitated as I asked.
"No. And sorry for the mess Doc I clean it up afterwards." He reluctantly sat back on the couch.
"Don't worry Marty I tidy it up in a bit, Now where was I? Doc patted his head to remember, "Oh yes! As I was saying, you need to take your mother to the dance, however hatch a plan with your father for him to win her heart tomorrow night. Are you with me Marty?" Marty looked disorentated not sure of what to say.
"Marty are you okay?" I asked and got up to sit next to him.
"Huh? No, I'm fine. So how am I going to do that?" Marty wasn't looking at Doc anymore, instead he was asking me. I glanced at Doc for permission to carry on.
"Samantha, why don't you take over from here."
"Okay, thanks Doc. Well, your dad will do pretty much anything as he believes his brain is going to be melted by some aliens if he doesn't ask her to the dance right?"
"Where are you going with this Sam?"Marty's eyes suddenly narrowed,
"If you let me finish you will know, won't you? As I was saying..." I exaggerated, "Let's say your parked up in the car with your mom..." I saw Marty gulped at what I just said. I pretended I didn't see and winced on,
"Well, what if you, um treat her not how you uh, should. For example like Biff-"
"Woah, that's enough! I am not going to. No, just no Samantha, No!" He flung backwards nearly taking me and the couch with him.
"Marty calm down! If you think this through carefully and correctly it is not a bad idea." Doc tried to help.
"There has to be another way, this isn't right." Marty was not giving in easy.
"I'm afriad there isn't Marty. We have no time to plan anything else, we have approximately 27 hours and 36 minutes left. Most of that time will be spent putting the finishing touches to the time machine and getting Courthouse Square ready to hopefully get you back home!" I was so relieved I got Doc on my side for this one. Marty leant forward again holding his head in his hands.
"I'm not asking you to actually do anything with your mom Marty. Just make her dislike you enough to not want to be there or something." I shrugged. There was a long pause while we waited for Marty to answer. Eventually, he took his head out from his hands and continued.
"Fine, so if I go with this crazy plan and it works in making my own mom, hate me. How does my dad come into this?" I was quite relieved that it seemed he was giving this a chance.
"It is simple. He has to be the hero."
"What are you on about now?"
"Seriously, think it through. She is having such a terrible night with you wants you to leave her alone etcetera etcetera and then George turns up tells you to back off, you have a little fight and he wins the girl or in this case your mom. It is as easy as that. I mean what girl doesn't want man to rescue her?" He glared at me for good few seconds calculating everything I just said.
"Even you would want a man to rescue you? You, lil' Miss Independent I can fight my own battles?" He had the slight grin on his face.
"Really, out of everything I just said that is the only thing you take into condsideration. And, for your information yes because the last time I checked I'm a girl."
"Oh really, hadn't noticed." The sarcasm shone through us both.
"Future teens! This is important focus. You can both bicker later. Now Marty have you got this idea stuck in your mind because you are going to have to tell this to your father tomorrow for it to be a success!" Doc's voice broke our petty arguement.
"Yes Doc." Marty mumbled, "But do I really-"
"Yes you do!" Doc answered before Marty could finish, "Now come on it's getting late and in the past 5 minutes you both have yawned at least 17 times."
"You're right. Thanks again for everything Doc, goodnight." Marty waved and wished us both goodnight and headed for the staircase.
"You two Miss Brown."
"I know Doc, I'm actually pretty tired. Wait! I have never told you my surname is Brown?" I was so tired I almost didn't notice what he just called me. His only reply was a chuckle.
"You knew? Why didn't you ever say anything?" My eyeballs were going to pop out of thier sockets.
"Well, I needed to make sure and Marty verified that for me didn't he."
"So, you know you have a sister then?" I was so full of questions I wanted to ask, however I just wanted to go over and hug my uncle.
"What makes you say that? Of course I know Anna. I mean I don't really see her that often but that is more to with her not wanting to see me. Anyway last I heard she was being a typical teenage juvenile running riots all over Haysville." He seemed to blab about her with no emotion to his tone.
"Oh." Was all I managed to say. He stepped closer towards me.
"Besides I knew you was my niece from the very moment you walked through my doors."
"What you mean Doc?" My brain was full of confusion.
"How would I of not known, your the spitting image of her Samantha." The next thing I knew I was in his arms. I didn't care about anything else. I was just relieved I got my uncle Doc back.