A/N: Yeah….about this one. Don't ask, it's safer that way. Mild incest and slash, you have been warned!
The Other Self
Mary McFly was jealous of his other self at times. Concerts he didn't see, family vacation he didn't go to, yet, there they were pictures of him smiling brightly somewhere he doesn't remember.
Sometimes he can't stand it.. Everyone got to live a better life, but him. True, there are those memories that pull from the darkness of his mind, memories of things he knew he didn't do.
It was like waking from a dream, not sure of what is real or not. The biggest change, one that terrifies him, is George McFly.
He's happier yes, but in his eyes lay a long held sadness and Marty wonders who or what that's from.
At times he knows, when he catches his father looking at him with a strange bewildered look on his face. He's terrified of the idea that he keeps dormant in his head.
All those looks when he thinks Marty isn't looking. They aren't for him, per say, but for a Marty Klein back in the 50's.
Too bad Marty Klein and George's son were one in the same. Somewhere in his heart, Marty thinks his father knows this. Actions do speak louder than words, and those looks should not be shared between family.
At times he wonders. Wonders if George ever pleasured himself, thinking of Marty. And that thought, one that should be sickening, sent a shiver up his spine.
And when his father walked in he just smiled and wondered what was going through his mind. Causally he asked how his dad's day went and what he had done, as if none of the thoughts had ever touched his mind.
They talked for long minutes about mindless things that held no importance. All the while Marty wondered about his father, about the way he had changed him and what he did.
He kicked himself for being the fool, for changing things. It was better, true, but was it worth the pain just below the surface of his father's eyes.
He looked down and stared at his hands, trying to ignore the images that flashed so painfully into his mind. What he did was wrong, he changed the world for his convenience and made one of the people he loved suffer.
His father had stopped, for how long Marty didn't know. George just stared intently at his son, the pain flicking like a dying candle.
It hit him, George McFly, his father knew. He knew he was the same as the so called Marty Klein.
When the thin hands encircled his waist and brought him closer, Marty didn't even try resisting. He sunk into the comforting arms, the same arms that held him as a child when he had such strange nightmares, nightmares he didn't remember having.
A pang of guilt swept through him, but was diminished by the soft brushing of his father's lips on his own. And he fell. And everything else became a dim reminder that there was a world outside the two.
And Marty McFly was no longer jealous of his other self.