Sorry the latest two chapters have been kinda short. I promise to make Chapter seven longer.

- flicker404

Chapter Six

Sunday, October 26th, 1985

3:00 AM

Sitting handcuffed to the yellow case of plutonium was not very fun. It was even less fun for Marty McFly because he sat face to face with Hill Valley's most corrupt citizen and was at the wrong end of an interrogation. Not mention he didn't have a lot of options. His fingers couldn't even reach the sleep inducing alpha rhythm generator.

Lieutenant Biff Tannen had requested his cronies wait outside the front of the station like they were supposed to and after seeing the enraged look on Tannen's face, the officers decided it was a good idea.

Now Tannen turned his attention to Marty, who sat uneasily in his chair.

"So tell me what you think you're doing with that plutonium. Gonna blow up the school?"

"No," Marty said, then added, "Sir."

"I don't like you snooping around. I already got you nailed for tampering with evidence in an on-going homicide investigation and trespassing on government property. If it were up to me, I'd skin your hide right now and send a letter to your parents! Now what was Old Man Brown doing with that plutonium?"

"A, uh, science experiment."

"With was he experimenting on, blowing up the whole town?"

"No." Marty had to think of something fast. It wiggled his wrist. It seems Biff's partners were not as good at putting on handcuffs as they thought.

"Then what was it?" Biff said, his angry face returning as he tightened his grip on that ugly pistol.

"Uh, well…" Marty stammered. He was almost free!

"You'd better come up with something better than that!" Now Biff had the pistol aimed at Marty's head and scowled even more.

At last, Marty's wrist was free of the handcuffs. "Hold on, Biff, uh, Lieutenant."

Biff paused. He was waiting for the right answer.

"Well," Marty continued, gripping the yellow case, "He was using it for a new type of car. One that runs on plutonium."

"A car that runs on plutonium? I ain't never seen one like that."

Actually, you probably have. Marty thought, as he pointed suddenly to the window behind Biff's head.

"Biff!" Marty cried, "What the heck is that?" Biff spun around to see what Marty was ranting on about when it hit him like a bag of bricks.

CRONK! More like a case of plutonium.

Now Biff lay unconscious on top of the desk, a small radioactive symbol imprinted on his forehead. Marty pumped his fist in celebration before remembering he was on a mission.

Marty burst out of the office and toted the case of plutonium as he slid down the banister to the first floor. He ran outside to the front of the station where Biff's buddies where.

"Hey, how'd you get out?"

"Guys look at that!" The crooked cops turned as Marty plowed into the first one, which plowed in the second, which plowed into the third.

As the cops collected their wits, Marty was already on his way back to the alley. It would take them several minutes to figure out where he had gone to.

Marty reached the Delorean and quickly opened the container and removed a vial as carefully but as hurriedly as he could. He placed the vial in the reactor chamber as Doc had showed him yesterday at the Lone Pine Mall parking lot. The red tube slid into the reactor with a clink as the flux capacitor flickered to life.

Now or never! Marty thought as he jumped in the cockpit and hurriedly punched in the destination.

Destination: December 31st, 1941, 12:15 pm

A few minutes after the mail truck had left and he would have plenty of time to get those letters and then save Doc and then fix Doc's train and then-

Unfortunately, there were no more 'thens', because a very angry Biff Tannen and his cronies were running down the alley at breakneck speed with very determined looks on there faces.

If they didn't believe a flying Delorean before, they're going to have one heck of a surprise! The Delorean's headlights switched on, momentarily blinding Biff and company. As the crooked cops shielded their eyes, the Delorean was already thirty feet above them and rising.

The cops were stunned for about three seconds.

"Come on you idiots!" Biff screamed, "After him!" The cronies and Biff piled into the only available patrol car and sped off out of the parking lot. They could now see only a trace of the Delorean's headlights piercing the night sky.

"I think he's going to take 35th street!" said one officer.

"You idiot!" Biff yelled back, "He's not on a street!" The cops kept their eyes peeled to the skies ahead. The Delorean was still in sight.

Up above, Marty pushed the throttle harder. Eighty-six, eighty-seven, eighty-eight. Getting up to speed was a lot easier in the sir.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The Delorean disappeared into the sky in three cracks of light as loud as thunder claps. The officers in the patrol car squinted at the trails of fire left behind.

"He disappeared!" exclaimed the first. Then he looked ahead and tried to get Lieutenant Tannen's attention.

"Lieutenant! Look out!" The patrol car was coming up fast on a large truck. Biff looked forward just in time to see the rear end. He slammed on the brakes, but the rain-slicked roads provided no grip. The police car skidded sideways as it crashed into the truck.

The damage was done. The truck's tailgate was broken, spilling its contents into the police car's open windows. Fresh, rain-soaked, manure.

The driver's side door opened as the muck piled onto the street. A very enraged Biff Tannen stumbled from the car.

"Manure! I hate Manure!"

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In 1941, a shaken Marty left the Delorean under a tree and ran off into Hill Valley to find Doc. At that very same moment, another Delorean time machine had just materialized in the afternoon sky and set down opposite its twin in some more tall grass. Marty glanced at every which way to make sure that his former self was indeed gone. He didn't want to risk making one of those paradox things Doc was always talking about.

Marty hopped out and looked at the ground. Yep, there were the letters. About twenty of them in all. He stooped down and pulled them out of the dirt and mud. The first one bore the name Wilhelm Brown. Wow! That was probably the letter Doc's father sent. Doc would probably want to see that.

The second one was a little more interesting. It was addressed to Lt. Ronald B. McFly; Marty's grandfather. It was apparently from the government and Marty didn't have to guess what that meant.

The rest were all addressed to the government. They were all petitions to save the clock tower.

"Okay, Doc," Marty said to himself, "What now?" Marty realized that even with the letters, he had no way of knowing where they were supposed to go, or even how to get them there. The real question was, where was Doc?

Of course, he ceased to exist in 1985! That meant that unless Marty got the letters to the right place, there would be no Doc!

Some one had to now what to do. Some one who knew Doc well. Some one like…

There was only one answer, and right now, she was taking care of two boys named Jules and Verne at the bottom of Eastwood Ravine.