other Here's the final chapter! But first, some notes to reviewers.

General note to reviewers: thanks for your comments everyone. I really appreciate you all and apologise for not remembering to reply very often.

RoXoR: a sequel… or four… and thanks for your review of Past-Forward, it really made my day.

SomePerson: heh. You will be surprised.

Clarafan: not quite finished

Gijinka Renamon: I've been told that before. Yeah, it's weird. Marty managed to handle it okay.

Stoko: who knows what happened in the new timeline. Marty certainly had no idea that she was his mother. And I'll gladly ignore the genetic effects this once.

(and some older reviews)

clarafan: yeah, you keep telling me that. Yes, poor Marty indeed.

Stoko: the script? Funny that. I'll take part of that comment (the part about writing pretty well) as a comment, and apologise for flashbacking for so long: I originally intended it to be 2 or 3 chapters, but the idea ran away with me.

Anakin McFly: That's my fave quote from that chapter!

BackTo1955: yeah, hilarious

Anakin McFly: maybe she saw it in the future. She better have, since I haven't. Weird.

And now, on with the story!!

Chapter 16

4:30 pm
November 16 1985
Hill Valley California

"Hi Mom," Marty greeted as he entered the McFly home. He had that moment returned from the Browns' Century House, after saying a quick hi to the injured Jules.

"Marty, you're home. I didn't realise you meant to spend so long with Doctor Brown today," his mother began.

"Yeah, well Jules hurt himself falling out of a tree, so I stayed around for a bit longer. You really should meet Jules sometime, Mom. He's an interesting kid. You should meet all of Doc's family some time, actually."

"I did see them at the Fundraiser Night, briefly. But I didn't have the chance to talk with them. And I didn't see any hurry to do so, seeing as Doctor Brown has kept them under his hat all these years, so to speak."

"Hey, that's Doc's way; he never tells people things they don't ask about unless they need to know. And no one needed to know about his family, so he didn't tell anyone," Marty defended in his usual light-hearted way.

"That is a little unusual," Lorraine stated bluntly.

"So? Usual-ness doesn't mean anything to Doc. Well, within limits," he amended.

"But not usual limits," Lorraine shot back with good humour.

Marty laughed. "I'm gonna call Jennifer."

"Funny you should say that, I was just about to tell you that she called earlier to tell you she was back from shopping with her mother. Rather sweet of her, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I do. Of course. I'll be in my room if anyone needs me." He turned to leave the room.

"Just don't be to loud: your father is busy writing at the moment," Lorraine warned.

"I'll keep that in mind," Marty promised as he ran to make the call. He picked up the phone in his room and dialled. The call was answered on the first ring.

"Jennifer Parker speaking."

"Hey Jen, I'm back," Marty replied.

"Great, Marty. How did the picnic go?"

"Well... the picnic went okay, except Jules gave his arm a nasty scrape while rescuing a kite."

"Oh, poor Jules. How is he?" Jennifer asked, concerned for the boy.

"He's doing alright. He's been to see the doctor to get all stitched up or whatever, but he was back home by the time I left."

"And the tape?"

"Tape? Oh, that tape. I'd almost forgotten about it completely; but yeah, I bought it fine. I haven't listened to it yet."

There was a pause in the conversation as Jennifer digested this information. "Marty," she finally asked, "how did you manage to spend so much time and forget about the tape? I understand Jules' injury would have delayed you, but not to the point of forgetting the primary reason for your trip." She sounded a little confused, but not quite cross.

"We ended up a little sidetracked after our first trip," Marty began, avoiding specifying the details of the trip in case someone was listening in.

"First trip?" Jennifer echoed.

"Ahhh... maybe we should talk about this in person. On the other hand, let's just say that I've decided I'm glad that I didn't... hang on, I did. But if I never had, I wouldn't mind..." he broke off with a frustrated sigh.

"What event are we talking about?" Jennifer clarified, trying to save the conversation.

"Skateboarding. Towing behind a car at age twelve."

There was a pause, and then... "Oooohhh!" Jennifer exclaimed in a voice thick with realisation and understanding. "I know exactly what you're talking about." She considered the implications. "So the weird guy who talked you into it, and tried to talk you out of it, and saved you, and crashed into the lake, and said weird things to your dad was actually..."

"Yep. But there was a big gap between the first two events, during which history was in a state that I'd like to forget about totally."

"Maybe if you hit your head you might forget..." Jennifer innocently suggested.

"No! That's what caused the whole mess to begin with."

"You mean you hit your head on that... bus?"

"Apparently. I'll tell you about it at a better time. Did you have an enjoyable time shopping with your mom?"

"Oh, yes; we had a great time. I bought this absolutely wonderful new dress. You really need to see it, Marty."

"See you tomorrow then. We can talk more too."

"Fine by me," Jennifer answered. Marty could practically hear her smile. "I'm not particularly busy in the morning, so you could visit for a little while before... you have band practice, right?"

Marty nodded out of habit and replied, "We sure do. I can drive you over there - if you want to hear us practice, that is."

"Really Marty, you know I want to."

"Just making sure."

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow. Just be ready to be told off for messing up you-know-what."

"Sure, I'm shaking already. But it was an accident."

Jennifer laughed. "You have a history of accidents. In fact, you're lucky you have a history."

"Thank Doc for that," Marty replied. "But I've saved him plenty of times too. And not all my accidents are bad."

Jennifer heartily agreed. "Remember how we met?"

"I'm not sure if I want to, but I wouldn't change it for the world."

"You'd better not," Jennifer warned.

"Hey, I have already erased you once," Marty pointed out.

Jennifer didn't answer.

Marty searched for something redeeming to say. "But I decided I liked you better than the world," he joked.

"Really Marty, flattery will get you."

"Get me what?"

"It'll just get you."

"Oh. I'll watch out then. Love ya."

"Decided your phone bill is big enough?"

"Yup."

"In that case, I love you too Marty, and I'd better not be too expensive."

"We'll talk more tomorrow."

"Bye Marty."

"Bye Jennifer."

There was an awkward pause, and then both teens set down their phones.

"Marty, put your skateboard away properly - it's dangerous where you left it," called Linda, who must have been busy in some other part of the house when he had arrived.

"Perfect timing," Marty congratulated himself. He dashed out of his room before she could call again.

6:21 PM
November 22 1985
Hill Valley California

"Dransellton. Hmm... Nope. Nothing's coming. Maybe I'd have more luck if he changed the name to 'Phil's Mega Pet Store'," Marty mused as he sat in his room, clutching a chewed pencil. "It's either too long to fit in a line, or else it plain won't rhyme. Maybe I should tell Mr Dransellton to stick with his old radio ad."

"Riing. Riiing!" Marty threw down the pencil in annoyance and grabbed at the phone. "Marty here."

"Marty! This is Phil Dransellton. How's the jingle going?"

"Uh, not too fast actually. You see..."

"Great, great. I hoped I'd caught you before you wrote much."

"Why, don't you want the ad any more?" Marty asked, a little hopefully.

"Sure I want the ad, but I've made some other business changes, and they will change the ad, so you would need to start again," Phil explained.

"Right, that's cool with me. So, what's the change?"

"Ah, the change. You see, I had been talking with some customers, as I tend to do, and a profound thought hit me. I said to myself, 'Phil,' (since that's my name), 'Phil,' I said, 'how many people can't remember the name of your mega pet store?'"

"And... what did you answer?" Marty asked slowly.

"Ah yes, I answered right back and said, 'Too many!' So I decided to change the name to 'Phil's Mega Pet Store'. How does that sound?"

"Fine. It's good. I like it."

"Then I am a happy man. Just between the two of us, it would be a little pain to fit 'Dransellton' into a song, eh?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking when you rang."

"Really? Well, your job should be easier now. Good luck."

"Thanks." Marty grinned widely as he hung up the phone. He searched the floor for his pencil and returned to his musings.

He quickly found himself humming, "Was a farmer, had no dog. Where did you think he did go? Phil's Meg-a Pet Store, Phil's Meg-a Pet Store, Phil's Meg-a Pet Store, and Bingo was his..." He shook his head and started laughing at the corniness of it.

"The pets came marching two by two. Hoorah, hoorah." He groaned. "C'mon McFly, think of something original. I need some inspiration. Hey, maybe I could ask..."

"Riiing!" The pencil hit the floor and vanished under some junk as Marty lunged for the phone. "Doc?"

"How could you possibly know it's me?"

"A big hello to you too, Doc. Lucky guess. Hey, sorry I haven't been by for a few days, but..."

"Never mind that now. I have shocking news."

"Y-you do? What's up?"

"It's absolutely astounding, incredible!"

"Wha-what is it, Doc?"

"It's Clara!"

"Clara? I remember she wasn't feeling so good last week. Is that it?"

"Precisely! Her condition has moved down-hill, so I had the doctor check her out."

"So Doc, Doc, what is it, what does she have?"

"Twins!"

The End.

Chapter 17

Or is it?

Chapter 18

Maybe…

Chapter 19

Well, it's the end of this fic, but there will be others.

Chapter 20

This chapter is dedicated to clarafan, LOL

That's all, folks!