Back To The Past
Part Seven: A Timely Escape?
"I just knew you'd try to pull something like this, old man," growled the eighteen year old Biff as he muscled his way into the garage. "As soon as the old me from the future explained everything, I decided to head right here."
"You're messing with forces beyond your understanding, Biff," warned Doc Brown, reluctantly backing up. "You're risking the stability of the very space-time continuum."
"You," exclaimed the present Biff, gaping at his younger self.
"Hey, chill out, Old Me," laughed young Biff. "I've been gypped out of a rich future by these two already, and I'm going to make sure it doesn't happen a second time."
"Wait a minute," muttered present Biff, his eyes darting about as long forgotten memories began surfacing. His gaze finally settled on Marty, a sneer forming on his lips as he studied the man. "Yeah, it all makes sense now. That was you, back in fifty-five!"
"Uh, actually, that was me, about eighteen years ago," offered Marty, sheepishly.
"It doesn't matter!" screamed young Biff. "What matters now is that you two aren't going to screw me out of what I deserve again."
"What you deserve? What you deserve!?!" demanded Marty, growing angry with Biff. "What makes you think you deserve anything? You're suppose to make your future, not steal it!"
"You're no better than your grandfather was, Tannen," snarled the Doc. "The only difference is that you don't use a gun."
"That can change, Old Man," threatened young Biff.
The present day Biff, the nineteen-eighty-five Biff, was certainly a grouchy pain in the ass, but he wasn't nearly as aggressive as he had been forty-seven years ago, and dealing with the nineteen-fifty-five Biff yet again was wearing rather thin on Marty's nerves.
"After every thing that you've been through, you still haven't learned squat, have you Biff?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" asked both Biff's.
"The reason your life sucks is because you make it that way. Why don't you try being nice for a change, huh? Helping someone just for the sake of helping them? Quit trying to bully your way to get what you want."
The two Biffs looked at each other for a long second then burst out laughing, quickly joined by Match, 3D, and Skinhead.
The hell with this, thought Marty, fishing one of the silver "time bombs" out of his pocket.
Marty tossed the small sphere to the ground, ready have his own laugh at how things would change but, to his shock, the sphere simply bounced once and rolled towards young Biff.
"You need to throw it a little harder than that," whispered Doc Brown, grimacing as he spoke.
"What are you trying to pull, McFly?" demanded young Biff, grabbing a hold of Marty's arm as he was trying to pull out the second sphere.
Biff grabbed the second sphere from Marty then shoved him back, examining the silver orb as Match and 3D grabbed a hold of Marty. Biff picked up the sphere from the floor and rolled the two of them around in his palm, looking them over suspiciously.
"Be careful with those," snapped the elder Biff. "Those two are sneaky."
"No duh, Old Me," retorted Biff. "What are these, McFly? You trying to pull something?"
"They're, uh, good luck charms," said Marty.
"Looks like they're broken," smarted Biff, smiling wickedly.
"Maybe the dork used them all up," snorted Match, enticing chuckles from his two friends.
The laughter died off as the revving of an engine suddenly roared from outside of the garage, Biff, Biff, and the others exchanging looks of confusion.
"See who in the hell that is," ordered Biff, pointing at 3D.
3D had no sooner turned around and the garage door crashed in, the multiple lights of the 4X4 nearly blinding them all as it barreled into the garage.
As everyone leapt for cover, thinking that the 4X4 wasn't going to stop, Marty shouldered young Biff aside, grabbing one of the Time Bombs from him as he did so.
"Give me that ba…" started yelling Biff, suddenly freezing in place as Marty slammed the sphere against the concrete floor.
"Outstanding," exclaimed Doc Brown, looking around at everyone that was frozen in time.
3D and Skinhead were in mid-air, leaping out of the way of the 4X4. Present day Biff was falling backwards into a large tub filled with oil marked for recycling. Match was paused in mid-stumble, tripping over his own feet as he was trying to flee the black truck. Young Biff was perfectly still, his face a solid mask of anger as he had been yelling at Marty.
"This is so cool, Doc," said Marty, waving a hand in front of Biff's face.
"We haven't much time, Marty," said the Doc. "We have to make our exit, and quickly. Put the boxes in the back of the truck, we'll head directly for the train."
"Wait a minute, Doc," said Marty, walking towards the 4X4. "Who's…in…the…oh, wow."
Doc Brown squinted to try and see who was driving the truck, gasping as he recognized the driver.
"Great Scott," he exclaimed, darting over to the truck. "It's you!"
"What am I doing here, Doc?"
"Helping me," replied Doc Brown, looking at Marty with a quizzical expression.
"Not me me, Doc. Younger me!"
Doc Brown peered past the truck, through the ruined garage doors, and to the outside. Parked to one side was a shiny BMW, and the Doc immediately knew what nineteen-eighty-five Marty had done.
"You followed us," said Doc Brown, turning to face Marty.
"This is turning into a real mess, Doc," said Marty, looking at his younger self, setting frozen behind the wheel of the 4X4. "What are we going to do?"
"What we came back to the past to do, Marty. Start loading the boxes in the back of the truck. We've got to get the important pieces out of here, and we'll take you with us."
"Can we say him, Doc? Me, you, this is getting confusing."
3D and Skinhead briefly moved a few inches, the affects of the Time Bomb beginning to wear off, and Doc and Marty exchanged looks of concern.
"Curses," muttered Doc, fishing around through his many pockets. "I have more, give me a moment to find one."
Marty darted over to Young Biff, grabbed the second sphere from his hand as time began to resume once again, and then slammed it on the ground just as Young Biff started to reach for him.
Time froze once more, giving the two men a few more minutes of freedom.
"Hurry, Marty, hurry," instructed the Doc, sliding the frozen, younger Marty over so that he could take the wheel.
Less than two minutes later, Doc Brown was backing the 4X4 out of the garage, ready to floor it as soon as he maneuvered around for a straight shot down the alley.
"I used the sleep inducer on your younger-self, Marty," explained the Doc, squinting at the road as he sped down the alley. "After this is all over, I'll come back and explain everything to you, er, him."
"Thanks, Doc," said Marty, hanging on nervously. "I think I'll appreciate that."
"Twenty more minutes, and this will all be over with," assured the Doc, taking the turn onto the main road at about forty miles per hour.
"What about Biff from fifty-five, Doc? And the DeLorean?"
"Not to worry, Marty. Remember how the time-lines changed before? That's exactly what will happen once we depart with the pieces of the DeLorean."
"Uh, yeah, right," said Marty, lost.
"If Biff is unable to rebuild the DeLorean, then he can't go back in time and give it to his younger self. Hence, young Biff will never have it to come to this time, and everything will return to how it was."
"Right, got 'cha," agreed Marty, nodding in understanding.
"My family will be returned to me, and all will be right with the time-space continuum once again. Theoretically, the changes should be taking affect right now."
"There might be a snag with that, Doc," said Marty, his voice sounding a bit edgy. "Biff could still get his hands on the parts."
"What makes you think that?"
"Biff's following us," answered Marty, turning from gazing in the side mirror to gaping through the rear window. "In the DeLorean."
To Be Continued…
