CHAPTER TWO – NEVER PLAN A FUTURE WITH PEOPLE WHO DON'T HAVE FUTURE PLANS

Marty woke dreamily and gazed in the direction of the flux capacitor just in time to see what he thought was a glimmer of light leave the device. His eyes moved to Laura who stared at the machine unaware she was being observed.

"Did I just see ...?" Marty said throwing back the covers and hustling to her in his boxers.

"See what Marty?"

"Light, light coming from the flux capacitor! Have you been working on it?"

"Marty," Laura said sounding like a true Brown.

"Laura tell me, I have to know," Marty said grabbing Laura's shoulders.

"Marty, you're hurting me."

"I'm sorry," he said loosening his grip, "Laura I have to know, is it working again? Did you fix it; do you know how it works?"

"Yes, well not one hundred percent yes, but I think so."

Marty grabbed Laura and crushed her body to him spinning her around.

"Marty please put me down; I am still kind of sore."

"I'm sorry Laura, but this is all just so fantastic!"

"Now Marty, just because we have found a power source doesn't mean the whole thing is working, I still need to work out the logistics, there are loads of calculations to be done. I am no Doc Brown."

"You are every bit as capable of doing what the Doc could do."

"I find the confidence you have in me flattering but we are still very early days here."

Laura walked over to her large brown leather bag she took to the school with her every day. From it she pulled a ratty composition book. Inside were scratches with notes and figures. She flipped about ten pages in and handed it to Marty.

"It took ten pages just to find out which wires would turn the thing on, it could take years before we figure it out, and then to covert the parts back on to the Delorean," Laura sighed, "I just don't know."

"How long have you been working on this?"

"A few months."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well because it wasn't definite. I started when you were on the road. It gave me something to do at night. It was all guess work until the thing switched on."

Marty walked to the shelf and touched the still warm machinery, and then ran his hands over the time circuits. "This one tells you where you are, this one tells you where you are going, and this one tells you where you were." Doc's words echoed in his head and determination pierced in his intense blue eyes.

"We have to figure this out Laur, we just have to."

It would be another week before Laura would be able to go back to work, and again with Marty playing in the local bars she found her nights very quiet. Working through papers of Doc's she started to reconstruct an outline for the Delorean, and how each component was placed. Fitting them wouldn't be a problem, Doc had left plenty of tools, it was just getting them to work that would be a struggle.

Every night that week Marty played a different gig while Laura worked through the night to perfect the time machine. Marty would arrive home tired and then dedicate until the sun came up all his energy to science. After a week of very little sleep Laura laid in the crook of Marty's arm. They collapsed and had slept through an entire day into the evening. She touched the side of his ribcage and felt the warmth radiating from every breath. She wanted him but even now was too tired to make love to her own husband. Marty stretched his arm further around her and pulled her to his chest rolling over on his back and pulling her body on top of his. He ran his hand up her shirt and rested it on her bare back kissing the top of her head.

"Marty," she murmured.

"Hm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"But I am too tired to have sex with you," she smiled into his chest.

"Me too," he said wrapping her tighter.

Several hours later and half a delivered pizza, the two of them sat on the sofa in front of the TV. Marty in a t-shirt and boxers with Laura in her t-shirt and black leggings. Marty had pizza sauce on the corner of his mouth while he drank a beer and they watched a rerun of Family Ties. Laura laughed loudly at something Alex Keaton had done.

"Should I be worried about this crush you have on this Keaton guy?" Marty jibbed.

Laura sat her paper plate on the coffee table and turned to face him, "No, I would much rather stay with my husband who is covered is pizza sauce."

Marty went to touch his lip.

"Leave it, its sexy," Laura laughed.

"Kiss it off?"

Laura took the plate from Marty's hands and set it on the table. She crawled into his lap and took his face in her hands while she delicately pecked at the corners of his mouth. His hands slid back under her shirt and felt for her breasts. They hadn't made love in almost a month and Marty felt like he was going to explode. He scooped Laura up in his arms and took her to the bed. She extended her arms towards him, and pulled at his shirt. Suddenly Marty stopped.

"What's the matter?" Laura asked.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Of course I'm sure, you're my husband."

"I don't want to hurt you again."

"Marty I'm fine, all healed, the doctor said so, all healed, no pain, no babies, its fine."

Marty scrunched his face in response.

"That's it, I've had it," Laura said angrily sitting up and pushing past Marty.

"What are you going to do?"

Laura stood up just inches from Marty, pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed and removed the remainder of her clothes. There, just below her navel you could see the scars from her surgery. Marty hadn't seen his wife like this before. She grabbed his hand and made him touch the scars.

"Does it hurt?" he asked amazed at the puckered skin.

"Not anymore."

"But it did?"

"Of course it did Marty, but we heal."

"You're beautiful," Marty gasped.

Laura took a step towards Marty allowing his hands to encircle her body. She felt him brush against her as his excitement grew. She moved to his lap and allowed him to slide up as she sat down. His mouth opened but no words came out.

"Now I am going to ask you very nicely Mr. McFly, would you like to make love to your wife?"