Disclaimer: I do not own Back to the Future; that belongs to Universal
Pictures. I only own the story line (The parts that don't coincide with the
movies.) The idea of writing about Doc's daughter is not mine either.
Amanda is mine and so is Chris. That's it.
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW. The reviewers keep me writing. And I need criticism.
Just as I finished my ice cream, my father burst through the door with our dog, Einstein, at his heels. He had in his hands two bags from Burger King. I looked at my watch, shocked that it was already 6:47. We ate in silence, until my dad asked me how school was and I explained, leaving out the entire Marty and Chris stories.
"Have all your homework done?"
"Yes."
"Is Marty coming tonight?"
"I think so. Hey dad. Where is my DeLorean?" He got an uneasy look on his face.
"I'm still using it. You'll get it back tomorrow."
"Ok. Make sure you don't ruin it or anything." He laughed.
"It's in perfect working order." This made me a little uneasy, but I finished my dinner and sat down next to the amp that were in the process of repairing.
"He really broke it this time." I said, handing my dad a piece that had blown into the far corner of the room. We stopped working around midnight when we both grabbed a Pepsi and a snack. The caffeine was a necessity and we ate over five hours ago. We hopped into the van and I clapped my hands.
"Einie! Come here Einstein!" He jumped up in my lap and I closed the door. My dad took off towards the mall. He slapped his hand on his forehead.
"Damn! I forgot my video camera!"
"Dad, we'll just call Marty and ask him to pick it up. He probably fell asleep anyway."
"Brilliant!" We pulled into the Twin Pine Mall and dad gave me change for the payphone. I ran across the parking lot to JCPennys and used the phone to dial Marty's number from memory.
"Hello?" Marty said, groggily.
"Hey Marty! You didn't fall asleep did you?"
"No, no of course not Amanda." I could tell he was yawning.
"My dad left the video camera at our place. Could you pick it up on the way over here?"
"Sure." He hung up the phone and I walked towards the van, smiling from ear to ear. I started to open the back of my dad's van, but he pulled it shut.
"No! I will unveil it to you and Marty at the exact same time!" Great. I was so excited to see this invention, but I had to wait fifteen minutes until Marty arrived. And I knew how great Marty was at arriving on time. "But if he's not here at 1:16, I'm going to show it to you." Yes!
My father got out of his van and talked to me about how amazing it was going to be getting to travel through time. 1:15 rolled around and still no Marty. So my father climbed into his van and started slowly opening the back. I turned to look and see if Marty was coming, but he was standing right next to Einstein and me! I assumed that I was so excited with seeing the time machine, that I didn't notice he had crept up behind me.
My dad drove my DeLorean off of his van. He parked it next to Marty and me. Dad got out and applauded Marty for making it to the mall. My father pointed out to Marty, who was videotaping, that his and Einstein's watches were perfectly synchronized. I shut the door of the car and dad pulled out the remote.
"You got that thing hooked up to the." Marty's voice trailed off as dad made the DeLorean take off towards the other end of the parking lot, directly ahead of us.
"If my calculations are correct, when this thing hits 88 miles per hour, you're going to see some serious shit." He flipped on the brake and added gas. When the speedometer on the remote said 65, dad turned off the brake and the car came straight towards us!
When the car hit 88, sparks and blue lights starting coming out of the car. Then, the car disappeared in a flash of brilliant white light, leaving a trail of fire behind. Marty picked up the license plate, but quickly dropped the piece of blistering hot metal.
"Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ Doc, you decinerated Einstein!" Marty was freaking out. I knew what had just happened.
"Relax Marty, the molecular structure of Einstein and the DeLorean is completely intact." My father said to Marty.
"Then where the hell are they?"
I spoke up. "The appropriate question is when the hell are they? Einstein has become the world's first time traveler." Marty looked at me, then the fire trails, then my dad.
"Are you telling me you made a time machine--out of a DeLorean?"
"Yeah dad, why did you use my car?"
"The way I see it, if you're going to build a time machine into a car, why not do it with style? Besides, the stainless steel body provided perfect for the flux disper.." My father's watch beeped and he pushed Marty and I out of the way as he held onto the remote. Three sonic booms and a flash of light later, the DeLorean was 50 feet in front of us. Dad ran up to it. He put his hand on the door handle, but withdrew it quickly.
"What, what is it hot?" Marty asked.
"No, it's cold, damned cold." He opened the door with is foot, and his and Einstein's watch were exactly one minute apart. He explained how he had skipped over the last minute to arrive at this point in time. My father also explained how the time circuits worked and imputed several dates, the last one being November 5, 1955. He explained to us how he hit his head and came up with the idea for the flux capacitor, which is what makes time travel possible. Marty was extremely interested.
"This is great Doc. So does it run on, you know, regular unleaded gas?"
"Unfortunately, no. It requires something with a little more kick. Plutonium!"
"Wait, dad, are you telling me that this sucker's nuclear?" I asked.
"No, this sucker's electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction to generate the 1.21 jigawatts of electricity I need."
"Doc, you don't just go into a store and buy plutonium. Did you rip that off?" Marty asked.
"No!" My father said, turning around. "I was given it by a group of Libyan nationalists who wanted me to make them a bomb. I took their plutonium and gave them a shiny bomb casing filled with used pinball machine parts. Let's get you two in radiation suits!" Marty and I stood, shocked.
My father put the plutonium in the plutonium chamber at the back of the car. He put our suitcases in the trunk and was about to get in the car when he forgot about bringing extra plutonium.
"How are we ever going to get back?" Einstein barked inside dad's truck. I looked where he was looking and saw a VW bus put its lights on. Dad looked over Marty's should and saw it too. "Oh my God, they found me. I have no idea how, but they've found me. Run for it Amanda!"
"Who?" Marty asked, clueless.
"Who do you think? The Libyans!" My father pointed to the bus and Marty's eyes opened wide
"HOLY SHIT!"
A Libyan came out of the roof with a rifle. Dad ran to the truck to get his gun. He pulled the trigger, but the gun didn't fire. He ran along the back of the truck.
"DAD WAIT!" I could see the terrorists closing in on him. They caught him, defenseless and innocent in front of his van. They shot and killed him in the cold blood. I tried to run towards my dad, but I saw the Libyans and their guns. Marty jumped out from behind the DeLorean.
"No! Bastards!" The Libyan shot at Marty, and missed. Marty ran in front of the truck, and the Libyans drove around the other side. I couldn't see what happened, but suddenly Marty dove into the car and pulled down the door. He yelled at me to get in. I too dove in. Marty drove off before I even had the door closed all the way. I was crying uncontrollably. "It's going to be alright, Amanda." The terrorists chased us around the parking lot, bullets grazing the car every few seconds. We turned a corner, our speed dropping from 50 to 30 mph.
Marty drove to a straight part of the parking lot and looked in the side mirror. I did as well. The Libyan pulled out a missile from his bus and aimed it straight at us.
"Let's see if these bastards can do 90!" Marty said, shifting into 5th gear. His arm turned on the time circuits, something I didn't notice until it was too late. The car hit 88 mph and sparks began to appear.
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW. The reviewers keep me writing. And I need criticism.
Just as I finished my ice cream, my father burst through the door with our dog, Einstein, at his heels. He had in his hands two bags from Burger King. I looked at my watch, shocked that it was already 6:47. We ate in silence, until my dad asked me how school was and I explained, leaving out the entire Marty and Chris stories.
"Have all your homework done?"
"Yes."
"Is Marty coming tonight?"
"I think so. Hey dad. Where is my DeLorean?" He got an uneasy look on his face.
"I'm still using it. You'll get it back tomorrow."
"Ok. Make sure you don't ruin it or anything." He laughed.
"It's in perfect working order." This made me a little uneasy, but I finished my dinner and sat down next to the amp that were in the process of repairing.
"He really broke it this time." I said, handing my dad a piece that had blown into the far corner of the room. We stopped working around midnight when we both grabbed a Pepsi and a snack. The caffeine was a necessity and we ate over five hours ago. We hopped into the van and I clapped my hands.
"Einie! Come here Einstein!" He jumped up in my lap and I closed the door. My dad took off towards the mall. He slapped his hand on his forehead.
"Damn! I forgot my video camera!"
"Dad, we'll just call Marty and ask him to pick it up. He probably fell asleep anyway."
"Brilliant!" We pulled into the Twin Pine Mall and dad gave me change for the payphone. I ran across the parking lot to JCPennys and used the phone to dial Marty's number from memory.
"Hello?" Marty said, groggily.
"Hey Marty! You didn't fall asleep did you?"
"No, no of course not Amanda." I could tell he was yawning.
"My dad left the video camera at our place. Could you pick it up on the way over here?"
"Sure." He hung up the phone and I walked towards the van, smiling from ear to ear. I started to open the back of my dad's van, but he pulled it shut.
"No! I will unveil it to you and Marty at the exact same time!" Great. I was so excited to see this invention, but I had to wait fifteen minutes until Marty arrived. And I knew how great Marty was at arriving on time. "But if he's not here at 1:16, I'm going to show it to you." Yes!
My father got out of his van and talked to me about how amazing it was going to be getting to travel through time. 1:15 rolled around and still no Marty. So my father climbed into his van and started slowly opening the back. I turned to look and see if Marty was coming, but he was standing right next to Einstein and me! I assumed that I was so excited with seeing the time machine, that I didn't notice he had crept up behind me.
My dad drove my DeLorean off of his van. He parked it next to Marty and me. Dad got out and applauded Marty for making it to the mall. My father pointed out to Marty, who was videotaping, that his and Einstein's watches were perfectly synchronized. I shut the door of the car and dad pulled out the remote.
"You got that thing hooked up to the." Marty's voice trailed off as dad made the DeLorean take off towards the other end of the parking lot, directly ahead of us.
"If my calculations are correct, when this thing hits 88 miles per hour, you're going to see some serious shit." He flipped on the brake and added gas. When the speedometer on the remote said 65, dad turned off the brake and the car came straight towards us!
When the car hit 88, sparks and blue lights starting coming out of the car. Then, the car disappeared in a flash of brilliant white light, leaving a trail of fire behind. Marty picked up the license plate, but quickly dropped the piece of blistering hot metal.
"Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ Doc, you decinerated Einstein!" Marty was freaking out. I knew what had just happened.
"Relax Marty, the molecular structure of Einstein and the DeLorean is completely intact." My father said to Marty.
"Then where the hell are they?"
I spoke up. "The appropriate question is when the hell are they? Einstein has become the world's first time traveler." Marty looked at me, then the fire trails, then my dad.
"Are you telling me you made a time machine--out of a DeLorean?"
"Yeah dad, why did you use my car?"
"The way I see it, if you're going to build a time machine into a car, why not do it with style? Besides, the stainless steel body provided perfect for the flux disper.." My father's watch beeped and he pushed Marty and I out of the way as he held onto the remote. Three sonic booms and a flash of light later, the DeLorean was 50 feet in front of us. Dad ran up to it. He put his hand on the door handle, but withdrew it quickly.
"What, what is it hot?" Marty asked.
"No, it's cold, damned cold." He opened the door with is foot, and his and Einstein's watch were exactly one minute apart. He explained how he had skipped over the last minute to arrive at this point in time. My father also explained how the time circuits worked and imputed several dates, the last one being November 5, 1955. He explained to us how he hit his head and came up with the idea for the flux capacitor, which is what makes time travel possible. Marty was extremely interested.
"This is great Doc. So does it run on, you know, regular unleaded gas?"
"Unfortunately, no. It requires something with a little more kick. Plutonium!"
"Wait, dad, are you telling me that this sucker's nuclear?" I asked.
"No, this sucker's electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction to generate the 1.21 jigawatts of electricity I need."
"Doc, you don't just go into a store and buy plutonium. Did you rip that off?" Marty asked.
"No!" My father said, turning around. "I was given it by a group of Libyan nationalists who wanted me to make them a bomb. I took their plutonium and gave them a shiny bomb casing filled with used pinball machine parts. Let's get you two in radiation suits!" Marty and I stood, shocked.
My father put the plutonium in the plutonium chamber at the back of the car. He put our suitcases in the trunk and was about to get in the car when he forgot about bringing extra plutonium.
"How are we ever going to get back?" Einstein barked inside dad's truck. I looked where he was looking and saw a VW bus put its lights on. Dad looked over Marty's should and saw it too. "Oh my God, they found me. I have no idea how, but they've found me. Run for it Amanda!"
"Who?" Marty asked, clueless.
"Who do you think? The Libyans!" My father pointed to the bus and Marty's eyes opened wide
"HOLY SHIT!"
A Libyan came out of the roof with a rifle. Dad ran to the truck to get his gun. He pulled the trigger, but the gun didn't fire. He ran along the back of the truck.
"DAD WAIT!" I could see the terrorists closing in on him. They caught him, defenseless and innocent in front of his van. They shot and killed him in the cold blood. I tried to run towards my dad, but I saw the Libyans and their guns. Marty jumped out from behind the DeLorean.
"No! Bastards!" The Libyan shot at Marty, and missed. Marty ran in front of the truck, and the Libyans drove around the other side. I couldn't see what happened, but suddenly Marty dove into the car and pulled down the door. He yelled at me to get in. I too dove in. Marty drove off before I even had the door closed all the way. I was crying uncontrollably. "It's going to be alright, Amanda." The terrorists chased us around the parking lot, bullets grazing the car every few seconds. We turned a corner, our speed dropping from 50 to 30 mph.
Marty drove to a straight part of the parking lot and looked in the side mirror. I did as well. The Libyan pulled out a missile from his bus and aimed it straight at us.
"Let's see if these bastards can do 90!" Marty said, shifting into 5th gear. His arm turned on the time circuits, something I didn't notice until it was too late. The car hit 88 mph and sparks began to appear.