THIS STORY IS MARY SUE! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT!
Author's Notes, Disclaimers, and Dedications: First of all, all BTTF-related stuff belongs to Bob and Bob (that is, Robert Zemeckis and Bob Gale). I borrowed a song from Selena and a song from Lonestar, but I'll give them back when I'm done. Everything else should be my own. This tale is dedicated to Kristen Sheley and Mary Jean Holmes, my inspirations. This little diddy-fic was something I always wanted to write. I did an early version, but it sucked to say the least. So here's the new and improved version! Oh, why is it all in italics and kinda centered? You'll find out in Chapter Two! I am absolutely in love with the Back to the Future trilogy, so, of course, I had to add myself into its universe. If you don't understand something, don't worry. I probably didn't understand it, either, when I wrote it. ;; The picture in question can be viewed using the following URL: /modules/images/behind/large/behindsceneso.jpg. Just pretend I'm in it, sitting in the car. If you want to see the version with me, use the following URL: /images/tempusmagus/LisaintheDelorean.jpg and that was drawn by one of my best friends. huggles her I realize I'm not smiling, but, hey, I didn't draw it.
"Doc, Doc, Doc, look at this! It's changing."
The stressing scientist leaned over his young friend's shoulder, gazing intently at the newspaper in his hands as the headline: YOUTH JAILED suddenly dissolved to read: GANG JAILED.
Doc reached into his pocket, pulled out the futuristic binoculars – a binocular card – and aimed the device at the courthouse. He saw Griff being "escorted" out of the damaged building by the HillValley police, shouting, "I was framed!"
"Ah, yes!" Doc exulted. "Yes, of course. Because this hoverboard incident has now occurred, Griff now goes to jail. Therefore, your son won't go with him tonight and that robbery will never take place. Thus, history, future history has now been altered, and this is the proof! Marty, we've succeeded, not exactly as I planned, but no matter. Let's go get Jennifer and go home!"
Marty went to collect the toy hoverboard so they could prepare to leave; however, Lisa's voice stopped them both. "Doc, wait. Could I try this out, just once?" She was holding up a small pocket camera, one that didn't need film. Photographs were stored on a computer chip that held far more pictures than the standard film in 1985. "I want a shot of all four of us and the De'." Lisa was, of course, including Doc's sheepdog, Einstein, in the equation. The "De' " was her pet name for the DeLorean time machine.
"Lisa," Doc began, "we really…"
"Please?" she pleaded.
One could almost see the gears in the inventor's head spinning. If it had been any other person asking, the answer would have been a flat NO…however, this was Lisa, so…
"Oh, I suppose." Doc relented while Marty smiled behind his back. When it all boiled down to things, Doc would let Lisa get away with nearly anything. Nearly.
Happily, Lisa set up the camera using a tripod to hold it to the desired height and distance away in order to fit herself, Doc, Marty, Einstein, and the DeLorean in the picture.
As she surveyed the group in front of her, she gave directions to her companions. "Doc, open the driver door. I'll sit in the seat. Marty, sit on the hood. Over to the left a little more. Good. Einie, sit by Marty. If you could lean on the door, Doc…perfect! Timer set for ten seconds starting…now!"
Lisa hit a button on the camera and a steady light appeared by the viewfinder. She scurried over to the DeLorean, seating herself in the driver seat, leaning against the frame of the vehicle. After a few seconds, the light began to blink, then there was a soft beep, and she ran to the camera again, examining it, then she grinned broadly.
Removing the camera from the tripod and replacing the latter accessory in the car, she showed her two human friends the LCD screen on the back of the camera, which displayed a crystal-clear, but small, image of what the camera had just taken.
All of a sudden, everything around them began to waver like the air above pavement on a hot summer day. It was as if HillValley of 2015 had begun to melt around them…
Lisa, Doc, Marty, Einstein, and the DeLorean faded into blackness…
End part one.