Writer's Note: Thank you all for the positive reviews! I can't tell you how much I appreciate them. And to answer the question of a recent review, no, I have no idea where to find or watch the BttF cartoon. I wish I did.

Somewhere over a dessert in California...

The dynamic duo of guys who have at one point or another in their lives been voiced by David Kaufman, Marty McFly and Danny Fenton, got in the hover-converted '58 Striker Z. It was confortable, and very much heavier than a delorean. It took more than normal unleaded for it to fly, let alone travel through time. Thankfully, all that--the Time machine components and the Mr. Fusion--was in the roomy trunk, clearing the back seet for supplies or passengers. Convenient for occasions on which Jules and Verne got board of the ninties, Marty thought. Indeed, there was ample evidence of actual use of this Time Machine (hereafter reffered to as the TMZ)...

Toys, strewn about on the floorboard. A pile of CDs and Casset tapes in the back. A typical teenager, Danny started going through them.

The Beatles

The Eagles

Skynyrd


Then one caught Danny's eye... In Loving Memory: Ember McLean... March 15, 1968 - October 23, 1985

No, not Ember McLean. Amber Mclean. But there was a burning blue "E" emblazened behind the name of the tape, and natural brain mechanics could easily confuse such things. Danny checked the back of the tape for a tracklist, and realized the folly of that; casset tapes weren't separated into sperate tracks. Thank God for Compact Discs!

Instead, there was an eulogy. 'For the angel who couldn't rise above the pain and brought it to an end, we love you, Ember... always'

Danny felt his spine shivver, but for some reason he would never be able to explain, he pocketed the tape and tried to shrug it off.

Marty sat there considering what he should say. Should he tell Danny that it was ultimately his fault--that either through his career as a musician or through Docs patronage of future businesses, that history changed and his father died. Marty didn't know what to do. I just knew how he felt. The same way he felt when he realized that it was his idea to use the Grey's Sports Almanac from the future to bet at gambling and that Biff had over heard and given the book to a sixty-year-younger version of himself. It was a mixture of guilt and anger.

Yeah, it was Doc's invention and Marty's misuse of it that opened the door. But after all, Vlad was the one who had gone through. So mentally absolving him of any guilt in the matter, Marty pulled the Striker Z time machine into the air off its perch in the Californian desert, and headed for Dimmsdale. Why? Because that is where Danny told him he wanted to go:

Hill Valley, California, Tuesday Ocober 15, 1985.

Hidden in the back seat, invisible and inaudible to all but his fairies, Timmy sat and thought. Then he saw Marty punch in the date. Oct 15 1985 7:00AM...

"It just occurred to me that being in the past is gonna stink!" Timmy told his godparents. "I'd rather see what cool awesome high tech fun I can have in the future!"

"Nothing has ever occurred to me!" Cosmo said, blissfully stupid.

Timmy ignored him. "Wanda, you can't make or fix time machines, right?"

"Sorry sport," Wanda said, "Jorgen wasn't born last century, you know. You can't get by with loop-holes on his watch. What do you think he is? A Pixie?"

"What about reprogramming this time machine?" Timmy asked.

Wanda took a gander at the new Time Travel rules. "You're good," she said to Timmy with an evil smile of approval.

"I wish we were going at least 10 years into the future!" Timmy yelled as he always did when wishing. It was a wonder that Cosmo and Wanda weren't deaf yet.

The fairies poofed the destination time display to 4-3-15... Why April third? Figure it out yourself! Hm.. What is in this meat? It must be a mystery! But I digress.

Hill Valley, California, Tuesday Ocober 15, 1985 7:02 AM

Unfortunately, Timmy's faries were about half a second too late, as there was a series of giant fashes that filled the winshield faded right before the display changed. Marty was too busy driving and Danny too busy reacting to notice the change. This incarnation of the Flux Capacitor had been designed to avoid discharging again for at least a minute, so Marty had ample time to turn the time circuits off and still not notice the change without losing momentum. He pulled the car down into the streets of Hill Valey, towards Hill Valey university to be exact... Where at some point on this very day, Vlad Masters would get blasted with a prototype Fenton portal and comedown with a terrible case of Ecto Acne. And ghost powers.The ance was probably a result of it being prototype. Danny got his entire body blasted and suffered no adverse physical affects.

Marty got a little teary-eyed as they flew over his hometown from ten years in his own past.It would only be in ten and one-half short days that his 17-year-old self embarcked on the adventure of a lifetime. The only thing that gave him no pleasure was the Essex porn store. Married life with Jennifer had given him a distaste for such things. And he secretly held hope that in the timeline he finally ended up experiencing, the Web would never be invented, because as sure as Hell Valley, he didn't want the job of policing his kids' E-Activities.

Amity Park, January, 2005

On their way out of town, Maddie had convinced the helecopter pilot to stop at Fentonworks so Maddie could get some stuff out of the house before they left. The ghost shield was still holding when they got there, so obtaining the technology was no dificult task. The hard part was what Maddie had to do next.

"Mom," Jazz said, her eyes grave. "Dad would understand. He wouldn't want it stuff to fall into their hands."

Her daughter was right. She had to destroy it. She had to destroy the Fenton Portal. It would only be a matter of time before the ghosts broke in. All they had to do was kill the power and the shield would come down. She aimed the RPG the pilot had spared her and fired it into the crevace that housed the portal's sensitve parts and fragile compoents.

BOOM. And that was that.

The Fenton Ghost catcher sat in the corner. Niether Jack nor Maddie had used it since they had the Ghost Flu. And Maddie realized it could be usefull, so she had Jazz help her dissasemble it and pack it up. With all the data backed up and all the gadgets they couldn't carry packed up, Maddie said goodbye to her home. Where her son was, she didn't know. She just hoped he was allright...

"Let's go, Jazz."

A few minutes later, the Chinnook was over the Colorado Rockies. According to the pilot, the President had declared a state of emergency. Amity Park wasn't the only city attacked. The government had set up a system of safe-houses to contain the refugees of the attacks, and that would have to do for now, unless they could pay for some nice hotel. Jazz scooted across the Chinook's bench and sat next to her mother...

"Mom," she said, weakly, her voice almost breaking, "There is something I have to tell you." Maddie thought she knew what it was...

"The ghost boy. The Phantom who saved the town from all those bad ghosts..."

Silence hung in the air for a few seconds...

"It's Danny," she said, embracing her mom and beginning to cry.

"I know," Maddie said. "I know." It wasn't hard to figure out, really. He was never seen the same time as the ghost kid. The thermos and other ghost gadgets Jack gave Danny always mysteriously ended up in his hands. Danny's coma after the battle with the fire demon that had destroyed the town. And them both being gone when Amity Park needed the Phantom most. That took Maddie from suspicion, to knowing.

"I'm so worried! Where did he go?" Jazz sobbed.

"I don't know, honey," she tried to comfort her distraught daughter. "But I don't think he'd go down without a fight."

Hill Valley, California, Tuesday Ocober 15, 1985 8:35 AM

It was an hour and a half later when Danny and Marty started wondering through the halls of HVU, looking for the laboratory. They passed a gym and adjoining locker rooms, history, foreign language, art, computer science (which amounted to a giant vector generator in this where and when)...

Then there was hope. A door labled Biology Lab. They were getting close. Soon they found a side door that was barely visible from the main hallway, and it was labled "Paranormal Research"...

And obvioulsy the eighties version the scientific community reguarded such studies as ludicrous as they did in the new Millenium, as the room was baren as could be. But there was no mistaking what that was on the far end of the room, sitting on a table. Marty and Danny ran over to the tiny Fenton Portal prototype to examine it. Despite being 20 years in the past, Jack Fenton's craftmansship was evident: the rim around the back of the portal: The word FENTON was painted on in big careful letters, while Masters was written on hastily and with a sharpee.

Did they even have sharpees in the eighties? Excuse me if that's an anachronism.

Just then, Jack, Maddie and A young man that could have been Vlad, but without the evil aura or the silver hair. After some boring techno-talk that only Tucker could have translated, both Vlad and Maddie insisted that Jack's calculations were incorrect. Marty and Danny had been hiding in the corner, inivisible thanks to Danny's talents.

Suddenly, Marty recognizes the two men, and with a suprisingly strong jerk, pulls Danny with him out the wall behind. Vlad gets blasted, and the portal breifly dissapears into it's own vortext ( P) for a few seconds. When it's over, nothing has changed. History will repeat itself.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Danny screamed at Marty! Then he slugged him, knocking him stagering into a trash can, where he lost balance and fell. Suddenly he got his rage undercontrol and calmed himself. "I'm sorry I hit you. But why did you stop me?"

"Think about it, kid," Marty said. "If you stopped him from getting blasted, then we would never have been here. And that would cause a paradox."

"I thought you said history could be chagned!" Danny yelled back.

"Fine. I lied about the paradox thing. The fact of the matter is that you have no idea what doing that could have chagned."

"My dad would still be alive, for one," Danny shot back with acid in his voice.

"But if I'm not mistaken, that was Vlad Masters, and his wealth has shaped the economy of the US for almost 20 years by the time you get those powers. He makes Bill Gates and Edwin Alva look like homeless boys. Vlad-Co could go toe-to-toe with Microsoft or CollinsCorp. That kind of concentrations of wealth being absent would drastically alter the future. What if he'd gotten drunk and gotten your dad killed? What if his influence caused Jack to give up on ghost hunting and you'd never gotten your powers. Manipulating things like that is like attempting a school shooting at the Xavier Mutant Academy. You just don't do it."

"Fine," Danny said. And the two left.

As they went, they passed the Musical Studies bulding. Danny thought he heard a Linkin Park song, but he guessed he must have just been hearing things as he went in to the sounds of "The Power of Love" instead. And then gaped to see Marty on stage! Only he was younger. He glanced at '95 Marty who just shrugged.

"I thought we played this concert on a Wednesday. My mistake."

Then, who must have been Jennifer walked up and greeted '85 Marty. Both McFlys blushed. Danny turned to go, giving Marty a friendly elbow. Then the next song came on and chills ran up his spine so fast he could have jumped out of his skin.

The opening drum beat to Remember. The brainwashing song of ghost punk-rocker Ember McLean...

"Whoa, Danny. You look like you've seen a ghost," Marty joked...

"ShHH!" Danny waved Marty aside and ran back in. The audience was having mixed reactions to the drumbeat and guitar strums. Then she began singing, and the croud erupted. Half were booing the girl off the stage. The other half were chanting.

We love you Ember!