Marty let the tears pour out of him. His head was hot and his face stained with salty water from his eyes.

"Doc, you stubborn, stupid—. Why did you do this to me? You had to save me but you left me alone. So I could feel what you felt? Some friend."

Marty looked outside again Clara was there now screaming wildly. Marty couldn't look at her. In a way he blamed her.

He didn't know how long he sat rocking himself, consoling himself in that room before exhaustion put him to sleep. Alone. After all who else did he have now?

Doc no! He heard guns cracking he saw tombstones. He saw people. His mom, his dad, Jennifer, Biff, Doc. They were coming at him in swirls.

"GET AWAY!"

Marty screamed himself into reality as the images burned to his brain began to fade and the nightmare was just some horrible memory. Much like the events of the day. Things were dark now.

"I wonder what time it is?" Marty gazed out the window. Of course everyone was gone now.

The shivering boy climbed to his feet. They were stiff, as was his whole body. He opened the door and embraced the night air which offered little relief from the cold he was already suffering from.

He made his way to the middle of the street where his best friend had been killed earlier. An icy wind went passed him. He looked up at the moon. Full and shining like a magnificent silver jewel in the sky.

"Doc I don't know if you can hear me but I really don't have anyone else to turn to in this place and I know you're a pretty good listener." He chuckled. "I don't know what to ask except just please get me home. I need to be home. I don't know if I can do it without you but I have to try. I think I need your help. Please stay with me." Marty felt his vision blur again and quickly wiped his eyes on his sleeve.

"What am I doing? I don't believe in ghosts." He crawled onto a bunch of sacks in the alley and stared at the stars until he fell asleep.

He awoke just as the early risers and business owners were setting up the town. He splashed some cold water on his face, pulled out the letter with the map and slipped unnoticed into the woods…at least he thought unnoticed.

"All right I'm supposed to turn left here. Or maybe it's left up there." He heard a twig snap behind him and whipped around.

Seeing no one he turned, picking up his pace and reading louder in a futile effort to calm his nerves.

He stopped again his heart thumping.

"Get a hold of yourself Mcfly. You're fine."

But Marty could feel someone behind him. He was glued to the ground. Whoever it was they were getting closer, closer…

A hand grabbed Marty's shoulder causing him to leap. "No! Who are."

He stopped dead as he looked over who was is follower.

"Oh, my God! Doc!"

It was Doc! The other Doc, not the one who wrote Marty the letter.

"Hello Marty. Are you all right?"

"I- I'm great now. I thought you died gut you're here. This is amazing!"

Doc grinned, "Not really Marty. You see when the me who saw you die," Doc still couldn't stand to think of how hard that must have been. "Anyway when he came back he knew the only way to save you and leave the space-time continuum undisturbed was to well sacrifice himself, myself."

Marty looked at him briefly then threw his arms around him. Doc returned the gesture without hesitation. He could fell Marty sobbing.

"Doc I'm, so sorry if it weren't for me none of this would have happened."

"Ridiculous! This was a case of me being foolish."

Marty looked at him with sobs still shaking him.

"Marty… it's all right. I'm here and you're here we'll go home, destroy the time machine and never look back."

Marty relaxed a bit. He knew he was safe with Doc around. "Yeah, I know but seeing you lying in the street like that. Thinking I would never see you again. Wait how did you know about all this?"

Doc pulled out a letter with his name on it from his jacket. "He, er, I explained everything to me."

"Tannen was distracted with you and the other me grabbed me, threw me aside and took my place. Probably, hopefully before anyone noticed. I watched my death from the bushes."

"That's heavy." They both smiled.

There was an awkward moment that followed.

"So what do you say we get back to 1985," asked Doc.

"I couldn't put into words how much I want that."

Together they walked to the Delorean. Once the were both inside Marty spoke up. "What about Clara?"

"I've gone over the options and she doesn't belong in our world. It's better if she stays here though I'll always miss and love her."

Marty nodded in respect.

"There's something I feel I should say but I don't really know how to put it. I 'm sorry you died doesn't really sound right does it?"

"Doc it's O.K. we don't have to talk about it."

"Well I do! I really can't imagine watching you die. You're a kid. A kid who happens to mean a lot to me and I love you."

Marty smiled. "I don't blame you. I'm responsible for my own actions. Let's just forget about it."

"Good."

"By the way," Marty added, "I love you too."

What else was there to say?

Doc started the engine and the next thing Marty was aware of was Huey Lewis blaring from the street and cars honking at them.

"We made it."

"Yeah, Marty we made it. So what now?"

"Well you're going to need help fixing you're amplifier."

Doc stared at him. "You'll find out," said Marty.

It was good to be home.

The End.

Authors Note: Well that's it. I'm so sad it's over. Tell me if you want me to write more BTTF storied because I will. I really want to thank everyone who reviewed. I really enjoyed writing this fic. Once again thanks I hope you liked it. R&R.