Maybe in a different timeline I do own 'Back to the Future'. But not in
this one.
CHAPTER THREE
February 20 1888
7:55am
Hill Valley, California
The peaceful air in the Old West was suddenly broken by three sonic booms, as the magical time train arrived in the past with a brilliant flash of light. Doc was careful not to land too near to town, in case someone saw the flying locomotive. Looking back at Marty to make sure he was still out, and seeing that he was, Doc left the train and headed toward his house. No sooner had he got within earshot of the window, he heard a scream from Clara. What in the name of Sir Isaac H. Newton? thought Doc. She was fine when I left her 5 minutes ago! When his curiosity finally overcame him, he opened the door to his house...only to come face to face with himself.
He felt queasy, and just managed to stop himself from passing out. He watched his other self crumple to the ground in a dead faint. What is going on here? I set the time and date precisely 5 minutes after I left, didn't I? So why do I have another self?
Doc glanced at his modified watch; he had altered the timepiece so that it would automatically set to the correct time and date of the era he was in at the time. "8:00am, February 20th 1888?" Doc wondered aloud. "Why – Great Scott! That's Verne's birthday!"
Carefully he thought back to what he had been doing at 8:00 in the morning on the day Verne was born. Of course! He was going to fetch the doctor. He remembered that Clara had almost died in childbirth – an event that still sent shivers down Doc's spine as he thought of it. If it weren't for Dr James Armitage, then Clara could never survived her ordeal. "Great Scott!" Doc cried. "If I – that is my past self doesn't fetch the Doctor in time, we could have a paradox on our hands! And..." Doc gasped "I would lose Clara!"
Doc rushed away from his house at top speed, into the town square. Finding Dr Armitage's house, he rapped sharply on the door. A few minutes later, a tired looking woman opened the door. "Yes, what is it?" she said, stifling a huge yawn. "It is rather early for a Sunday, isn't it Emmett?"
"Yes, Elizabeth, I do apologise, but I need to see James immediately," said Doc, hurriedly. "It's my wife. She is giving birth, and is in great pain."
With a sudden look of unease, Elizabeth ran inside the house to fetch her husband. He came to the door rapidly clutching a brown bag. "Emmett? What is the problem? Elizabeth said something about Clara being in pain!"
"Yes, James. I may not be a medical doctor, but I think that both her and the baby are in danger of dying if they do not receive medical attention right away!"
A sudden look of panic appeared on the doctor's face. Without another word, the two men rushed off to Doc's past self's home. Thankfully, when they arrived, Doc's other self was nowhere to be seen. The sight of him on the floor would no doubt cause questions to be asked, and at this moment in time, Doc's only concerns were of Clara and the space- time continuum.
They pushed open the door, to find Clara screaming in pain. Blood was everywhere, staining the sheets that Clara worked so hard to keep clean. Emmett took a deep breath – seeing pregnancies always made him feel a little nauseous – and walked over to the chair beside Clara's bed. He sat down on the chair, and tried to remember what he had done on this day when he had experienced it before. He held Clara's hand, and stroked her hair. "It will be okay, dear," he reassured her. "The doctor is going to give you something to take away the pain, and pretty soon, we will have a wonderful baby boy."
He realised what he had said just a little to late.
"Emmett Lathrop Brown, have you been to the future, after all I had told you about not wanting to know, to see whether our child would be a boy or a girl?" Clara asked in a hushed voice, before she let out another screech of pain.
"No, Clara, of course not! It's just, you know, wishful thinking." Doc lied quickly. "I wanted another boy, that's all. But a girl would be a wonderful thing too."
Clara seemed to accept this, albeit with a doubtful look, and took Dr Armitage's medicine without saying anything. She made a face at the taste of the pills. "Ugh, Emmett, these tablets taste awful!" said Clara.
"They aren't meant to taste good, Clara," said the Doctor, sternly. "They're supposed to take away the pain for a short while. Now, in a minute, I will need you to give a huge push for me. OK?" Clara nodded. "OK – push!" cried the Doctor.
With a small gasp, Clara gave an almighty push. And the birth of Verne began.
When I have got through the gigantic amount of homework school has given me, I will update again! :-0