DISCLAIMER: I do not own Back To The Future or its characters. If I did, well, I probably wouldn't be here right now.

NOTES: This is just a 'What-If' story. I like to imagine things that could've gone differently if just one or two things had happened. In this case, the Twin Pines timeline was ended after Marty went to 1955, yet Doc almost went to the future of it when he still could. That, itself, always filled me with curiosity, since we never actually had the chance to see it. I especially wonder what Biff, George & Lorraine would've turned out like.

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October 26th, 1985

1:33 AM

Hill Valley, California

"Safe now. Everything is lead-lined," replied Emmett Brown to Marty McFly, who had been filming him with a JVC camcorder as Brown walked a few steps away from the DeLorean.

"Don't you lose those tapes now, we'll need that, for the record," Doc continued as he lightly kicked open a box and put the empty glass vile back in it. "I'll need extra plutonium to get back," said the typically energetic 65 year-old scientist before shutting the box closed yet again and opening the DeLorean's gull wing door to put the unused plutonium in the passenger seat.

Marty was just about to ask something when Doc turned back to get a shiny, slim silver briefcase right next to the plutonium box.

"I almost forgot my luggage. Who knows if they've got cotton underwear in the future? I'm allergic to all synthetics," he said as he opened the trunk of the sports car, precariously located at the front end, unlike most cars.

Marty was still trying to take this all in. "The future? So where ya goin'," asked his 17 year-old friend.

In a calm, yet casual voice, the man answered. "That's right, 25 years into the future. I've always dreamed of seeing the future, looking beyond my years. Seeing the progress of mankind." There was a little bit more wonder emphasized on the last sentences. Lightening up a bit, he continued, "I'll also be able to see who wins the next 25 World Series."

Marty had a realization. "Doc."

The man looked up and lightly said, "Hmm?"

Trying to sound as casual as possible, he asked something now on his mind. "Uh, look me up, when you get there."

As if it was as typical as running a daily errand, the scientist earnestly said, "Indeed I will. Roll it."

The teen again hit the record button on the 1984 video camera as his friend spoke directly into it, resting his right arm on the opened car door.

"I, Doctor Emmett Brown, am about to embark on an historic journey into the land of the yet to be discovered time. I intend to give a full report of it upon my return to the present time, which should be later this morning from your perspective."

He sat in the drivers seat, as Marty took his cue and moved to film him. He had to ask something. "Doc? You mean you're just gonna take off from here? What if the mall is open 24 hours or something by than?"

"Don't worry Marty, I plan to drive out to a deserted area before making my temporal displacement. I'm now setting my destination time for this date. October 26th, 2010. 6 AM. Hill Valley, California."

Marty was still a bit skeptical as Doc started the engine. He heard his 3 year-old, incredibly smart dog, Einstein, barking loudly from his parked van nearby. Both he and Marty could sense it was not an I'm hungry or a Pet me sort of bark. It was something serious.

Both turned to look and saw headlights turn on as a large, beat up van entered the parking lot, speeding up and screeching rubber as it did. Doc suddenly lost all the fire and spark in his eyes, as he suddenly got very afraid.

"Oh my God. They found me. I don't know how, but the Libyans found me!" His voiced raised, "Run for it, Marty!"

He now stepped on the gas, peeling rubber as he steered the sports car out of the lot at high speed and onto JFK Drive, as Marty looked on with shock and horror. He could faintly hear foreign yells and curses coming from the unknown vehicle as one guy stood up and started shooting at him with a machine gun.

"Holy shit! You bastards," he shouted, although knowing they wouldn't hear. He had been filming everything, too. As he looked in the distance, he could see that his friend had the apparent advantage over his pursuers. They headed down John F. Kennedy Drive, going south, where it would intersect Rout 395 soon.

I hope you know what you're doing, Doc. Please don't let this be the last time I see you, prayed Marty, as the two vehicles got further away, with the van falling further behind. He slowly turned and collected his skateboard and set off to walk home. He needed a minute to think over what had just happened, and wasn't really in the mood to skate.

Meanwhile, in the DeLorean, Doc thought about going back to the mall to pick up Marty and take him out of danger, and possibly take him with him.

Great Scott! I could never do that. That would only put the kid in more danger if something happens to me! What will I do now? If those blasted Libyans could've just waited five minutes longer to show up, I wouldn't be faced with the quandary I now am!

As the intersection of 395 approached, the scientist had a realization.

The time machine! I could just go to the future and they'll never know what happened than!

This thought hadn't come a moment too soon. He noticed the same guy get ready to shoot what looked to be a bow and arrow. The speedometer currently read 70 when he slowed down to make a daring left turn. It was a turn, which would likely cause an average car to overturn. Luckily there were no other vehicles on the road here. He gunned the engine with his head down. The highway headed up into the hills within a mile or two. He assumed there couldn't be too much of a difference on in that in the future.

He was now reaching 85, as the lights of town got further away and the DeLorean was engulfed in blue lights as it prepared to go through temporal displacement.

Why couldn't my first time travel trip have come with a more pleasurable experience?

The scientist held his breath as the car hit 88, and he was going to be in the year 2010. As it vanished in a flash of light, the Libyans couldn't believe it. They thought the scientist had pulled off a trick or something. As they turned left, their van skidded on the road, crossing the to the other side and toppling over in a ditch, crushing the roof and leaving it hanging upside down as all traces of Emmett Brown were now 25 years away.