Never Letting You Go
Chapter 2: Tea Makes it Better
No, it wasn't intentional to have food mentioned in both chapters. Originally, I wanted to write four before two, but two comes before four in the chronological order. Therefore, I wrote two and three before four which is haunting my sleep with pretty images. I must warn whoever reads these little notes, that my all time favourite pairing in the trilogy is the one of Doc and Clara. That means that the next three chapters are about them. Don't worry, I have others planned about other pairings in the trilogy for 5, 6 and seven. Yes, yes, SEVEN. Holly smokes! I would have typed this sooner, but I had exams. Sorry.
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Oh and, the food in the titles was originally only for chapter one and four, but then I decided that it would be my trademark in the chapters.
Also, thanks to those who reviewed with kind words and to those who will. I hadn't written BTTF fanfiction in so long that I was a bit scared to post after such a long absence. Thanks for encouraging me!
Summary: After Marty was successfully sent back to 1985 from 1885, Doc marvels at everything that is taking place. DxC with a touch of melancholy, sort of.
P.S., I like to think that when Doc put the time in on the time circuits for the return back to 1985, he didn't know that the train would come by shortly after. I believe that it was just a really bad coincidence and that the train was late on that day.
Time: 1885
Never Letting You Go
Chapter 2: Tea Makes it Better
They were literally standing at the edge of a cliff. More like a ravine when one really thought of it. The conditions that had brought these two people here were many and stranger than could be expected.
For the man holding onto the woman came from the distant future and the woman was supposed to have gone crashing down this same ravine in some other reality. The two of them had been knocked over the hoverboard when the De Lorean time machine had successfully left 1885 for 1985.
Clara Clayton was thoroughly surprised that she was still alive. Sure she had a few scrapes and bruises and one heck of a scare, but she had been sure that either she would fall off the train, hitting the ground head first, or she would end up falling down the ravine just like what had almost happened to her on the first day she arrived in Hill Valley. It amused her in a way that both times, it had been Emmett Brown who had saved her from danger. Thinking of the man, Clara opened her eyes to see if he was alright. She noticed that he had tried to protect her from the fall and had absorbed much of the impact. She hoped that he hadn't hurt himself on her expense.
"Emmett, are you alright?" She shook his arm gently and to her relief, he started to stir.
"Great Scott! What happened?" He asked. So many things were going through his head. Not to mention the different emotions that he was feeling. Beyond happy that Clara believed him, relieved that Marty had apparently made it back home, worried that something might have gone wrong, curious about why he hadn't tried to come back to get him, then worried again that something might have happened to Marty and lastly, completely exhausted. Maybe Marty would come in the next couple of things or something. He would think about that latter. The last thing he needed was an even greater headache.
"We must have fallen off that strange device when the time machine disappeared. It certainly made a lot of noise and then there was that horrible gust of wind. You haven't answered my question yet, are you alright?" She looked at him straight in the eyes and in that moment, Doc realized how lucky he was on many different levels. He did the thing that seemed the most natural to him; he hugged the woman he loved dearly and close to him as possible.
Clara was a little surprised by the gesture, but she returned it in kind. She took it as an answer that he was fine.
"I'm so sorry Emmett. If only I had believed you last night and if only I had made it here sooner, you wouldn't be stranded in this time." She told him once he had loosened his embrace on her. The scientist smiled despite the condition they were in.
"I'd rather be stuck in this time and having you rather than knowing that you believed me, but didn't make it to the time machine in time. Pardon the pun." It warmed her heart hearing those words and she couldn't help but smile. She got up, dusted herself off before helping out the blacksmith/scientist.
"So you're friend Clint, he left in that time machine, right? What exactly was that thing?" She asked as the two of them sat down on some large rocks.
"Yes he did and his real name is Marty, I'll explain later. You deserve a better explanation than the one I'm giving you, but you must excuse me for my mind right now can't seem to focus on one thing."
"That's quite alright. I myself am baffled by all of this."
"That vehicle you just saw, that's what we call an automobile and they'll eventually replace horses and wagons." Doc was silent for a moment as some of the last events of the past hour or so played back in his head.
"What was that pink thing we were on?" The hoverboard, where had it gone too? He wondered. He looked around for a moment before noticing that it had floated off a few feet away from them. He went to get it before telling her what it was.
"This thing is a hoverboard. Marty got it back from our trip in 2015. This contraption is an evolved form of a skateboard which is a board on wheels. It's ironic to think that this pink floating device has saved more than one life in the last few days, or if you want to be technical about it, centuries."
"This is all so fascinating." Clara murmured as she took the board in her hands.
"I could spend days telling you of all the futuristic advances in technology that will be made in one hundred years, even some in one hundred and thirty years."
"Why don't we go back to my cabin where you can tell me all about it over a cup of tea? You sure do look as though you can use one." The scientist smiled and accepted the offer. He made sure to conceal the hoverboard in his jacket before making their way towards town.
"We just have to make one stop before that." "We need to go see the Marshall at the very least and tell him what happened here. The people will find it odd if you and I just waltz back from the site of the train wreck and claim to not have seen a thing." He told her once he saw her questioning look.
"What shall we tell them?"
"We'll think of something on the way there." They started walking towards town in the hopes that they would also find the horse that Clara had rode on the way here along with the ones that both Doc and Marty had used for the same purpose.
Their luck seemed to be on their side, for after then minutes of walking, they found the three horses in a field of grass. They got on their horses and rode back to town side by side. Together, they were able to come up with a cover story that would explain Marty's disappearance and the horrible train wreck.
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The business in town took a few hours to settle and they were only able to head off towards Clara's cabin in the late afternoon. They moment they arrived, Clara went to start the tea. Once it was done, she poured it into two cups and brought one back to the man she had come to love in such a short time. She sat down next to him and handed him the cup.
"Thank you." He told her as he tried to focus on what was happening now. He was still having difficulty believing that this was all real. After a second longer spent daydreaming, the blacksmith was pulled out of his reverie when the school teacher asked him a few questions about this entire situation. Doc was more than happy to answer her.
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Finally, after a few more hours had gone by and after a well deserved meal, the scientist was ready to call it a day and try to get some well deserved rest. If his mind couldn't shut off, hopefully his gesture wouldn't be lost and Clara could get some shut eye herself. He was standing at her front door, hat in hand about ready to leave.
"Thank you for the lovely evening. The tea certainly did help me out and so did the meal." He added with a chuckle.
"It was my pleasure. After all, it was the least that I could do after all the trouble I've caused you. I'm still so very sorry for that." She added. Doc walked up to her, put his hat down and took her hands in his. He looked straight in her eyes and couldn't help but smile.
"I've told you not to worry about it. Things could have been worse. I could have been stranded in a time without a best friend and without you." Clara blushed at the statement, but beamed with joy despite it. "Just promise me one thing." He added with a coy smile.
"And what might that be?" She asked with a smile of her own.
"Never pull a stunt like that on me ever again. I don't think I'll be able to handle it as well a second time around." She giggled at that and took a step towards him.
"I promise I won't." And she sealed her promise with a kiss.
OWARI 2
There we go. Maybe I'll type three tomorrow and write four as well. You know, originally, I wanted to call these Scott, the Great., but then I changed my mind. Maybe I will call one of my fics like that :)
So please let me know what you thought of it.
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