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After two hours of brain storming Doc believed he finally knew all the materials he was going to need to interfere with the power at the Plant. The main item needed for his little device was a 1979 Walkman, and the big issue they now faced was that Micah had absolutely no idea where to get one.

"Can we just use an IPod," Micah suggested with a shrug.

Doc adamantly shook his head, "I'm afraid not. It would take me far too long to learn the setup of how this IPod works. I'm already familiar with the mechanics of the Walkman."

Micah frowned and crossed her arms, "I don't know where I would get a working Walkman. They don't sell them in stores anymore. Maybe I can check eBay but who knows how long that would take to get here and if it would even work," she said trying to think of a solution.

"Are you sure that you can't use an IPod or whatever it is Doc?" Marty asked.

Doc placed his hands on his hips and let out a heavy sigh, "I could. The only issue is that I would need time to figure out the layout of the device and even then I wouldn't know for sure if the device will be powerful enough to interfere with the power. With the Walkman I know it will for sure."

As if Micah had a light bulb over her head, she was hit with an idea.

"I may know a guy," she stood up and walked over to her phone, "that can get us this precious Walkman."

Marty followed her to the other side of the room, "Really, who?"

Micah really did not want to talk to the person she was about to message, but she also wanted to help Doc and Marty, so swallowing her pride she found the name in her contacts.

As she was composing the message she answered Marty's question, "This guy named Griff. He may have mentioned once or twice that his grandpa has all this lame but interesting stuff from the 80's. He could possibly have a Walkman," Micah placed her phone in her back pocket. Now all she had to do was wait for Griff to reply.

Marty made a noise of disgust and stared at Micah. All Micah could do was return the look, staring into those crystal clear blue eyes and made an attempt to understand Marty's disapproving look.

She eventually gave up, "What?"

Marty scoffed again, "Griff Tannen? You talk to the bastard that bully's my son?" Marty would never admit it but he was shocked that a girl like Micah would willingly talk to a bone head like Griff. Marty highly doubted that there was much of a difference between Griff and Biff. They were practically the same person. They expected everything to be handed to them on a silver platter and anyone who refused to give them what they wanted, the two would result to taking it by force.

Micah rolled he eyes and took a defensive stance, "I don't go out of my way to talk to Griff. I think he's the biggest asshole to have walked the halls of Hill Valley High, but you need a Walkman," she felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket and pulled it out to look at his response. What he said caused another eye roll, "Typical," she mumbled.

"What'd he say?" Marty leaned in a little closer to her in an attempt to read the message over her shoulder.

Micah shook her head and began to respond, "Nothing. Just being typical Griff. He can't do anything nice out of the kindness of his heart, there's always a price."

"That is?" Marty couldn't hide the annoyance in his voice. He really did not like the Tannen family.

"Griff has been trying to get me to go on a date with him since freshman year. I asked if his grandpa had a Walkman and if he does could I have it. Him being Griff said sure if I go on a date with him," Micah rolled her eyes once again.

Marty was overcome with worry, "Are you going to do it?"

Micah laughed, "It's just one date. I told him he needs to give me the Walkman first though. Trust me when I say I would rather go on a date with a potato instead of him."

"Then don't do it. Really you don't need to do this for us. We can just get one another way," Marty tried to talk her out of this idea.

Doc placed his head in his hands, "Marty! It's one measly dinner date. I'm positive Micah knows what she is doing," Micah was glad Doc had taken her side in this.

"Plus this is the quickest way to get what you need, I can handle myself," she added, "Besides he already said yes."

Marty sighed in defeat, "When are you going on your date?"

"Next Friday," she read as she got the message.

"When are you getting the Walkman?" Doc asked her.

Micah hesitated before answering, "Next Thursday."

Doc's eyes widened, "Can't you go on this date earlier so he can give it to you sooner?"

Micah shook her head, "He's going to keep it to the very last minute to ensure that I go on this date with him. I know how Griff works."

Doc shook his head, "What are we going to do for a week? Stay cooped up in your basement?"

Micah really did not know what to say so she shrugged instead.

Marty interjected again, "Don't worry Doc. We need to figure out the rest of the plan to get the plutonium anyway."

"You guys can go out. Marty may need to be a little more careful, but no offense Doc, I don't know what you are up to these days. I don't even think you are in town anymore," Micah told him.

Micah caught sight of the clock and her eyes widened.

"Oh shit," she exclaimed causing both Marty and Doc to jump.

"What?" Marty asked while she grabbed her coat and car keys.

"I forgot I had a Saturday detention," she hurriedly shoved her arms into her jacket, "Strickland has it out for me."

Marty gave a knowing laugh, "Is he still bald?"

Micah's mouth opened in shock, "Still? God has the guy ever had hair?"

"I guess not," Marty smiled his crooked smile. Micah's mouth seemed to have a mind of its own because she noticed her lips curving into the goofiest smile that has ever graced her lips. Shaking her head to snap out of it, Micah began to ascend the stairs.

Before she got to the top she turned and looked at Doc and Marty, "My mom shouldn't be up for a few more hours and hopefully I'll be back by then. If you guys think she's coming down just run to the bathroom and lock the door. Turn the shower on, she'll leave to give me some alone time. Okay I'll see you when I get back," she finished quickly and basically sprinted to her car.

When she was halfway to her school the thought of teaching them how the TV remote and the computer worked had just hit her. Well it was too late now and she was sure they would find a way to entertain themselves.


Micah had only been gone for fifteen minutes, and already Marty could feel boredom creep over him. After all he was cooped up in this basement, sitting on a couch playing with his thumbs. It wasn't like he was much help to Doc. He wasn't the one who was a scientist. He barely understood the mechanics of the time machine. At least when Micah was here he had someone to talk to. Not that he couldn't talk to Doc. He could, but there was something comforting having someone your own age to talk to.

Marty looked up at Doc and saw him looking at the blueprints while feverishly writing on a pad of paper. The sight caused Marty to heave a heavy sigh. He hated feeling useless and he felt nothing but in this moment. Useless and bored.

"Is there anything I can do to help Doc?" he asked from his spot on the couch.

Doc looked up from the mess on the coffee table to Marty, "Yes, there is actually."

"What?" Marty quickly jumped at the opportunity to do something.

"Control yourself," Doc said which caused a confused look to cross Marty's face.

"What are you talking about Doc?" he had no clue what he meant.

Doc gave Marty a knowing look, "Marty, I know how you are when it comes to beautiful girls. Don't think I didn't notice that little interaction between you and Micah before she left."

A nervous laugh escaped Marty's mouth. Sure, Micah was pretty but he had Jenniffer, and he had every intention of getting back to her.

"What are you trying to say Doc? I love Jenniffer. I want to be with Jenniffer. You have nothing to worry about. Besides I'm not you. I'm not going to fall for someone who isn't from my time," Marty didn't realize that his ramble began to sound more like he was trying to convince himself rather than Doc.

Doc looked back down at his work, "I thought the same thing Marty, but it's reassuring to hear that you have no intentions of romantically connecting with the girl."

"You got nothing to worry about Doc," Marty told him once again.

Instead of sitting, Marty reclined back on his makeshift bed. He couldn't help but think how insane that task was. Did Doc really think he would fall in love with this girl from the future? There was no way! This girl is the same age as his son, well future son. Besides Marty really does truly love Jenniffer. Sure he may not be able to help himself and he may look at another attractive girl, hell he even did that back in his time! He's a flirty guy but he was loyal, and he would never betray Jenniffer like that. All Micah is to him is a girl he just met who was kind enough to help him and Doc get back to the past. She just also happened to be attractive, but Marty loved Jenniffer and that's all that mattered.

Marty kept Jenniffer in his thoughts up until Micah came home.

Micah could not contain her annoyance no matter how hard she tried to. She stomped down the stairs causing Marty to wake from his nap. Doc didn't even notice her presence until she reached the couch and plopped down beside Marty.

She grabbed the remote and switch the TV on hoping to lose herself in some dumb reality show and not think about Strickland.

Marty stared at her trying to gauge whether or not to say something, and if he did what should he say.

He settled on the most innocent question he could think of, "How was detention?"

This elicited an eye roll from Micah. Marty noticed she did that whenever she was extremely annoyed or agitated.

"Well I have another one next Saturday because I was one minute late," she turned her body towards Marty and raised her hand holding up one finger, "one minute."

"That sucks," Marty tried his best to offer his sympathies as she turned back to look at the TV.

"Doesn't matter. Can't change it now," Micah shrugged, "How's the plan coming along," she asked Doc.

"I believe I have the details on what I will do. I just need that Walkman," he told her.

Micah nodded, "You'll have it by Thursday."

"It would be better if I had it sooner," Doc mumbled.

Micah wasn't annoyed with Doc. She understood he needed to get back as soon as possible but damn it she was trying. She already had a crappy morning, she had to lower her morals and talk to Griff, someone who she absolutely despised. Then she had to go see her second least favorite person in the world only to get another detention and having to see him again. All Micah wanted was for Doc to be a little more understanding and know she was doing the best she can in the situation they were in.

"I'm trying okay," her tone didn't disguise her mood at all, "I'm doing all I can to help you guys. It wouldn't kill you to be a little more appreciative."

Marty interjected before the two got into it, "We know. And we're thankful," he gave Doc a pointed look.

They all sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the crap that was playing on the TV.

"I feel bad," Micah finally said, "You guys probably feel like caged animals, being stuck in the basement all day."

"I feel content," Doc said, "besides it would be too risky to go out."

Just as he said that Marty began to voice his opinion, "Well, it is getting kind of boring."

Micah looked at the two trying to think of a way to get them out of the house without jeopardizing their safety. She already told Emmett that he would be fine to go out because she didn't even think his future self was in town anymore. Marty on the other hand was a little trickier. He had to worry about running into his kids and himself along with Jenniffer.

Micah finally spoke after minutes of thinking, "We could go out at night," she turned at Marty, "you and Jenniffer wouldn't be out, and your kids now have a curfew because of their grades. Chances that you will run into them are slim to none," Marty was so excited to have a chance to get out of this basement, but it was cut short when Doc spoke.

"I still don't think it's a good idea," he told the two.

Marty's energy level was so high at this point he wasn't going to let this chance go, "Come on Doc. You don't have to leave the basement if you don't want to, but please, I'll go insane if I have to sit here for a week."

Doc sighed, "Marty, you know what could happen if you ran into your future self."

"I know Doc, but I promise we'll be careful," Marty felt the adrenaline run through his veins at the possibility of being free.

Doc and Marty stared at each other. It was clear that Marty wasn't going to back down and he wouldn't listen to Doc even if he talked his ear off and became blue in the face. Marty was going to do what Marty wanted to do.

"Fine," Doc relented, "but I do not want to hear it if something goes wrong."

"Thanks Doc," Marty said.

Doc laughed, "Don't thank me. You would have gone anyway no matter what I said."

"Probably," Marty turned to look at Micah, "what are we going to do?"

Micah quickly tried to think of some activities, "I can show you uptown Hill Valley, but we have to wait till past 6:00. That's your kid's curfew."

"Nice," at this point Marty couldn't hold in his excitement. He was just so happy to get out of the basement and have a little bit of fun.

Doc observed the two on the couch. He just hoped that Marty would stay focused and really understand what was important here. He knew that Marty's biggest weakness was pretty girls and Micah was graced with nice features. Doc did not see this situation ending well and he only says this from experience. He thought once that he wouldn't fall in love with someone not from his time and he couldn't have been more wrong.

All Doc could do now was hope that Marty meant what he had said earlier and by the looks of it he was already failing.

"When Jenniffer and I met, we couldn't keep our eyes off each other," Doc recalled the memory of the time he and Marty had talked about love at first sight. If only Marty could see himself now. Every couple of seconds his gaze would find its way to Micah and then back to the TV. Doc shook his head in disapproval at the sight.

The only person that boy had fooled was himself. Doc didn't believe Marty was in love with Micah, at least not yet and it better stay that way, but the boy was definitely attracted to her.

Only time will tell what will become of those two, and all Doc could do was hope that it wouldn't destroy their futures.