Lorraine had laid peacefully atop Marty and closed her eyes. Both were still panting a bit but their breathing was beginning to return to its normal pace. Both just wanted to bask in the afterglow. Marty weakly brought his hands up and around Lorraine's slender form, caressing her soft curly locks. He resisted the urge to drift off into sleep with the beautiful young girl atop him. She stirred only a bit, nuzzling against Marty lovingly. Marty could feel her heartbeat with his own - as if the were synchronized. She had her eyes closed, resting there on top of him. She looked so sweet like that. Feeling the butterflies again, as she stirred a bit more, Marty became aware of the fact that he was still inside of her. They were still... connected. Marty now realized that it was crucial that they not be found in this position. Who knows what could happen? His plan of George "rescuing" her would never come through now.

"Lorraine," Marty started in a soft, breathy tone, and she opened her eyes and looked up at him sleepily, smiling. The pure satisfaction in her eyes made Marty blush. He gulped. Those beautiful brown eyes of hers melted his heart. "We have to clean up. Now." Marty demanded, trying not to meet her gaze, or else he'd be putty in her hands. He thought about George's reaction if he found Lorraine splayed out over his body, completely content.

"Ohh, but I want to lay here with you forever." she whined. Marty blushed at her statement. He would be lying if he said he didn't want to do the same. The levels of closeness he felt with her during their affections and now wouldn't be able to be explained. The happiness and warmth he felt being here with her was indescribable as well. Marty felt guilt rack over him. He was just going to leave her like this? Just... use her, like some sick bastard who only saw girls as objects? But his life depended on it. As much as it hurt him to leave her, he had to.

"I know, but..." Marty started, thinking of what he could say. There were so many reasons that he couldn't stay here and lay with her, but there were plenty that would be plausible to not only him, but her as well. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his body, and hearing her whimper softly in his grasp. Feeling his heartstrings being tugged at, he nuzzled her softly. "Listen..." he tipped her chin up tenderly and stared into her eyes. "I don't want you to get a bad reputation because of me." he reasoned. She could see the glimmer in his eyes.

"Bad... reputation?" she repeated his words back to him softly. He nodded at her and saw how innocent she was trying to look. He averted his gaze.

"Yeah... if somebody finds us like this..." he started in a quiet tone, as if he didn't want anybody to hear. As if he was talking to himself. "We'll both get in big trouble." Marty reasoned, thinking of if word got out that he had been found with Lorraine in this position... what would her father do?

"But..." Lorraine cuddled against Marty lovingly, sending shivers throughout his body. But he was anything but cold. Marty could see the disappointment in her eyes.

"We're in a parking lot, Lorraine. Anybody could look in here and see us." Marty told her firmly. Lorraine sighed. Marty still had so many doubts and worries in his mind that he could hardly focus. So many thoughts were racing through his head.

"I guess you're right." Lorraine concluded. She began to sit up and she slipped herself off of Marty, both letting out a small moan as they disconnected. Marty began looking around to gather up their clothing. Lorraine shivered as she felt Marty's warm liquids beginning to trickle out of her. "Mm... M-Marty, your stuff is..." she started, and Marty looked at her in alarm.

"What?" he asked. He had to admit, he still felt very nervous and unsure of having released inside of her. What if she was lying? What if it wasn't one of her safe days? What if she got pregnant? He would be a goner for sure. Not to mention her father would probably kill him if he didn't die right away or he might even arrange a shotgun wedding. Marty shuddered. He wondered what Lorraine was trying to get across to him by mentioning his...

"Nothing, it's just... it feels so warm. It's like nothing I've ever felt before." Lorraine purred, and she moved closer to Marty again to embrace him lovingly. Marty smiled at her gesture and wrapped his arms around her in return. "I just feel... so close to you, Marty." Lorraine said softly. Marty felt his heartstrings being tugged at. The amount of honesty and feeling in her voice broke his heart.

"...Me too." Marty replied. Both pulled away and began gathering up their clothing. Marty looked at Lorraine nervously. This wasn't his car, after all... if Doc found stains in here, what was he going to tell him? "Um... Lorraine, are you sure about that 'safe day' thing?" Marty asked warily. Lorraine was slipping her panties back on and attempting to get back into her dress.

"Of course..." her voice seemed to waver. This made Marty even more nervous. He had put his underwear and pants back on and was now looking for his undershirt and jacket so he could take a look at that photo. Lorraine's thoughts began drifting somewhere else, however. "...Marty?" she asked softly. Marty turned his attention to her as he slipped his shirt back on.

"Yeah?" he asked, wondering what she could want now.

"Let's say... hypothetically..." Lorraine started, and Marty began to get nervous again. Oh boy, what is she asking now? "if I did get pregnant..." Marty felt like he could faint. "Would you... stay here... with me?" Lorraine finished. Marty gulped. How was he supposed to respond to that? What was she implying? He couldn't say no... that would make him some kind of sick bastard who only uses girls for their bodies. But at the same time if she DID get pregnant from him, he would disappear. Assuming that him getting her pregnant is even possible at all. He decided that even if it wasn't true, telling her 'yes' would be the best thing to do.

"Well..." he hesitated a bit. "Of course." he told her. He could see the relief in her eyes, but this only made his own relief fade more. If she was asking that... did that mean that she was...? Marty shook his head, trying to focus. He was already running out of time as it is. There was no time to be worrying about this. He slipped his undershirt and jacket back on and looked around to make sure everything was orderly. He looked up at Lorraine, who met his gaze. She looked very satisfied.

"...Well, what are we doing just waiting here?" Lorraine asked softly. Marty had to admit, he knew she would probably want to go in and dance... but what could he do now? His original plan of George coming to her 'rescue' wouldn't work now, as Marty couldn't force himself onto her, as he already (kind of) had, and she had accepted him very willingly. In fact, he wasn't the one to initiate it, after all... she had come onto him. But what should he do now? He couldn't very well go inside and have George open the door to an empty car. But at the same time, he couldn't stay here because the original plan wouldn't work anyways! Marty shook his head. What was he supposed to do now? Suddenly, that question would be answered for him as he felt the support of the car door give out under him, and before he knew it Biff Tannen had him by the back of his jacket and was holding him up as if he were an animal.

"You caused 300 bucks damage to my car you son of a bitch, and I'm gonna take it out of your ass." Biff threatened. Marty winced, and immediately Lorraine called out in his defense.

"Let him go Biff, you're drunk!" she told him. Biff's attention was drawn to Lorraine, who only now realized how her chest was being displayed in her dress, causing her to cover herself up and retreat further into the car.

"Well, what do we have here?" Biff said, tossing Marty aside as his goons grabbed him. Marty instantly began struggling to get free as Biff began to get into the car with the helpless Lorraine.

"Don't touch her, you sick son of a bitch! LEAVE HER ALONE! LET ME GO!" Marty shouted and struggled, but to no avail. Biff noticed the used condom that Marty had mistakenly forgot to pick up.

"You little rat... I didn't want sloppy seconds!" Biff told him. Lorraine continued trying to wriggle free of Biff's grip, but he was just much too strong. "Get that noise maker out of here!" Biff told his goons, who stared at him for a few moments. "Well, get going! This ain't no peep show!" he said a little bit more angrily, and the other boys quickly hurried off in fear, carrying the struggling Marty in tow.

"Where should we dump him?" one of the asked. Marty just kept wriggling as much as he could, but they had an iron grip.

"Over there! In that car trunk!" one of them replied, and they hurried over to the car and dumped Marty into the trunk, slamming it shut. Marty began pounding against the trunk and calling out for help. Luckily for him, he heard voices of what sounded like the owners of the car chasing Biff's gang off. The owners soon heard the calls of Marty asking for help.

"Hey, let me outta here!" Marty shouted. One of the band members walked over to the trunk.

"Sure thing... where's the keys?" he asked. Marty just now realized that the keys were sitting right next to him.

"They're in here." he said, realizing this would probably take longer than expected. After a fair amount of struggling, one of the band members was able to get the trunk open. Marty instantly popped up and jumped out, worriedly looking around. Lorraine... no, no. Biff couldn't... Marty had to stop him.

"Ow! Sliced my damn hand!" the guitarist said, waving his hand in pain.

"Thanks for getting me outta there." Marty thanked them. "Hey, you're the band right? You're supposed to go on soon, aren't you?" Marty asked. The guitarist shook his head.

"Well, not anymore. I hurt my hand - I can't play now." Marty's eyes widened. Oh, no. This couldn't be happening.

"No, no! You have to go out there and play!" he told him.

"Well, we would, but we need somebody else to play lead guitar." one of the other band members answered. "Do you know anybody else around here who knows how to play?" Suddenly an idea sparked in Marty's head.

"Yeah, I do. I can play for you. But right now I'm kind of in a hurry. I'll be back." Marty told them hastily, before running off to make sure Lorraine wasn't getting harmed.

"Well the next song is on in 15 minutes! You better be ready by then!" one of the band members called out after Marty. He waved his hand in response.

Soon enough, Marty made his way back to the parking lot, and much to his horror, Biff was still in the car with Lorraine, struggling. Just as he was about to go after them, Marty saw his father walk up. Oh no. This isn't going to be good. George opened the door and began saying his line.

"Hey you, get your damn hands off-" he began, but he began to waver as Biff turned around and gave him a menacing look. "Ohh..." George whimpered.

"I think you've got the wrong car, McFly." Biff told him. Lorraine shot up in alarm, glad somebody was there to save her.

"George... help me! Please!" she asked, exasperated with tears in her eyes. Biff roughly pushed her back down. George just stared in awe, an anger beginning to fill him.

"Just turn around McFly... and walk away." Biff told him. George ignored his command, still staring down at him. "Are you deaf McFly? Close the door and beat it." he told him. George still didn't budge.

"No, Biff. You leave her alone." George said firmly.

"Alright, McFly. You're askin' for it." Biff said as he stood up to face George, who backed up a bit. "And now you're gonna get it." Biff said, and just as he did, George swung at him, but he was blocked. Biff grabbed George's arm and began twisting it around his back.

"Biff, stop it!" Lorraine cried, "Biff, you'll break his arm!" Lorraine watched as Biff continued twisting George's arm, and she had had enough. She got up and began hitting Biff in an attempt to make him stop. "Biff, leave him alone!" she said angrily, but he turned to her and pushed her to the ground with ease. George looked at her and then up at Biff who was laughing at her. He felt his anger rising even more as he watched Biff stare down at the poor helpless Lorraine on the ground. George formed his hand into a fist, and just as Biff turned around to realize what was happening, he threw a punch at Biff and knocked him out clean. Lorraine stared at Biff, who was now on the ground, and then looked up at George in awe and appreciation. George was shaking and staring at his hand proudly, until he noticed the beautiful young girl staring up at him. He smiled at her, holding out his hand.

"Are you okay?" he asked. Lorraine smiled warmly back up at him and took his hand, shaking her head yes. After getting her footing, she brushed herself off and looked around. "What's wrong?" George asked concernedly.

"Oh, nothing... I just... where's Marty...?" Lorraine asked. Marty could see the worry on her face from where he was standing. He knew that she would be worried about him, that she would want to know where he was and if he was okay and to dance with him. But Marty knew that couldn't happen - all these times he told himself that something couldn't happen, this really WAS one of those things that COULDN'T. But Marty didn't want her to be worrying about him the whole time. If her thoughts were filled with him she wouldn't pay any attention to George. Marty huffed in frustration. What could he do? He shrugged and supposed it was probably best to console her and let her know that he's fine. He briskly walked over to join the two. "Marty!" Lorraine cried out and she threw herself at him, embracing him in a warm hug. She nuzzled against him in relief. Marty blushed and hugged back, eyeing George warily, who he hoped wouldn't give up hope. "I was so worried about you!" she told him.

"Me? What about you? Did Biff hurt you? A-are you okay?" Marty asked, still concerned. Lorraine laughed a bit, looking down.

"Yes, I'm fine... he didn't touch me anywhere." she looked back up and brought her face closer to his, whispering in his ear, "but you know who has..." she pulled away and giggled at him with a glint of mischief in her eyes. Marty just stared back at her, his face flushed. He glanced at George, who looked confused. Marty cleared his throat.

"Uhh, Lorraine... I saw George here knocked Biff clean out." Marty noted, trying to redirect the praise he was getting back to George, even though he felt a tinge of jealousy.

"Yeah! George, thank you so much... you have no idea how much it means." Lorraine smiled at him and broke away from Marty to give George a friendly hug. Marty smiled. That was a step in the right direction. She turned back to Marty. "Marty, are we going to dance?" she asked. Marty gulped. He knew she was going to ask. But as much as he wanted to hold her in his arms while a slow song played and they could further admire one another, he knew that he absolutely couldn't. This is where his parents really fell in love. Although the chances of Lorraine falling for anybody else seemed slim to none right now.

"Well, you see... when Biff's friends grabbed me they were kinda rough, so it kinda hurts... to... um..." Marty trailed off. He had to find a reasonable excuse to not be able to dance but at the same time to still be able to play. "Well, I can't dance. I'm really sorry, Lorraine. But George here can go in my place." Marty told her. Lorraine looked disappointed. "Also, one of the band members hurt his hand and they need another guitarist... you know I can play. I wanted to play for them so everybody can still enjoy the dance." Marty concluded. Lorraine sighed.

"I mean... if it's alright with you. I'll see you up on stage, then?" she asked. Marty nodded. "Alright. C'mon, George." Lorraine smiled at him and he smiled weakly back, Lorraine taking his arm as they walked inside. Marty waited until they had gone in to go around back and join with the band.

Marty was playing along rather nicely, watching Lorraine and George intently. They had to kiss... but Marty kept seeing her looking up at him. He tried to look away when she glanced at him, but he didn't want it to seem like he was avoiding her gaze. That would only make her ask further questions. Marty went along with each song, playing with the band until, while he was watching Lorraine and George, he saw a young red headed guy come up and begin to taunt them.

"Hey Lorraine, what's the matter, where's your exotic out-of-town boyfriend? You had to take wimpy old George here instead?" Dixon laughed at her. George felt insulted. Both stared at him angrily. Marty could see from on stage that there was some kind of argument.

"Of course not! Marty's on stage. He's just not well enough to dance." Lorraine retorted. Marty saw Lorraine pointing his way. Why was she talking about him?

"Exactly, so you let last week's leftover's take over instead." Dixon glared at George with a smug grin. George stared back. Marty stared at them nervously. Suddenly he began feeling a bit weak.

"He is not!" Lorraine defended him.

"He is." Dixon replied. "C'mon baby, why dance with a wimp when you can dance with me?" Dixon roughly grabbed Lorraine away from George. She gasped in surprise, and George didn't know what to do. Marty fell to his knees, gasping and grasping at his stomach. One of the band members asked him if he was okay. Marty couldn't reply.

"Let me go!" Lorraine demanded, and Dixon just laughed at her. George watched as Dixon attempted to pull her away.

"C'mon, George..." Marty whimpered. He could barely look up over the crowd to see them anymore.

"Nobody's here to save you now!" Dixon taunted more. George had had enough. No more letting people push him around. He angrily walked over to Dixon.

"That's not true!" George told him, pulling Lorraine away from the bully and swinging her around before kissing her passionately. Lorraine's eyes widened in surprise, and just like that, George pulled away and looked at Dixon smugly. Dixon just stared wide eyed, and began backing away.

Marty was worried at first when he saw the red headed boy pulling Lorraine away, for more reasons than one, but his worries were put away when George stood up for himself. Much to Marty's surprise, George had aggressively kissed Lorraine, which was unexpected. That wasn't how it was supposed to happen... but it worked. Marty had been feeling a bit ill earlier on, and had noticed his fingers were see through. But he felt better now. He got the photo out of his pocket and looked at it. His siblings and him were all there. He smiled and put it back into his pocket. As they finished the song, everybody cheered. Marty began to set the guitar down to go reunite with Doc, but everybody was still cheering.

"I think they want another one!" One of the Starlighters told him.

After Marty had successfully played Johnny B. Goode (which technically wasn't even out yet), he was set on finding Doc. But just as he was about to leave, he heard a voice call out to him.

"Marty!" Lorraine called out. The sweet ringing of her voice through the air stopped Marty in his tracks immediately. Marty spun around to be greeted with the sight of George and Lorraine side by side. Lorraine hugged Marty lovingly. "You were great up there!" she told him. Marty smiled bashfully.

"Uhh, thanks. But... I have to go now. My Uncle's waiting for me." Marty told her. He saw the immediate disappointment and heartbreak in her eyes.

"You mean... you're leaving?" Lorraine asked solemnly. Marty almost felt tears welling up in his eyes. He choked on his own words.

"Yeah..." Marty said softly. Lorraine just stared back at him. She held back tears, stepping closer to him. Marty pulled her closer to him and hugged her tightly for a few seconds. "Listen..." he started, "don't be afraid to see other guys while I'm gone." It hurt Marty to tell her this, but it was true. Lorraine sniffled. "If you ever need to reach me, or if..." Marty brought his right hand up to Lorraine's lower belly and rested it there. She shivered at his touch. "this... becomes a problem... you can call or talk to my Uncle Brown. I'll be here to support you." Marty told her. Marty felt himself blushing at the implications of his statement. Lorraine was blushing as well. She brought a hand to his on her belly.

"I... I will." Lorraine answered, and Marty smiled at her. She broke away from his grasp and returned to her spot next to George. "Will I ever see you again?" she asked. Marty felt his heart sink.

"I guarantee it." he told her, and he smiled at them both before running off to join Doc.