Author's Note: This story is basically Lone Pine Universe, so Part I only - no second visit to '55. The two universes below apply to that. (Yeah, IDIATM is not Hell Valley - it's the improved timeline in which TP Marty fixes the future in 1958). So this story applies to both of them.

Disclaimer: Still don't own any of the three...

2: I Didn't Invent Any Time Machine/HOH Universe

October 26, 1975
04:00 PM PST

Marty McFly was in a bad mood, as he ran home from school. He was in the second grade, now, but had already gotten into detention more than others in their lifetimes. Today was also one of those days, and that was why he was late.

The seven-year-old knew there were not really consequences of being late, though. However his mother could be strict sometimes, when necessary, she was a real nice woman. Marty really thought of her with fond memories, and figured that, if he'd explain why, he wouldn't be punished too hard.

Anyway, he was in a hurry now. Checking his watch, he ran through the street. He really wished that he could have a skateboard, but his mother didn't want to buy him one, since he was too young, but had promised that he would get one once he'd turn eight. Short said, he didn't have a board yet.

"Hey McFly!"

Marty froze in his tracks, as he saw Douglas Needles shouting at him. However he and Needles were roughly the same age, Needles was even two months younger, the guy was taller and had an own gang. "Hey, Needles" he said, as politely as possible, not feeling frightened. His father often told him that he should stand up for himself. But now, he was in a hurry…

"Say, we'd do a skateboard race?" Needles suggested, tauntingly. "You know, car-surfing?" Marty now saw the bully and his friends all had a skateboard with them. The young teenager knew how to skateboard, as Dave had taught him last year to car-surf.

However, he still shook his head. "Naa" he muttered. "It's too dangerous. What if anyone sees us? What if we slip somewhere?" He shook his head repeatedly. "The answer's 'no', Needles."

Needles frowned, as Marty started to walk away, and quickly blocked his path, which led besides a parked car, which had the trunk still open – apparently, the driver had forgotten to close it properly, and it'd moved back up. "No?" Needles repeated again. "What's wrong McFly, chicken?"

Marty froze. He really hated that word. "How did you call me, Needles?" he asked, slowly.

"Chicken, McFly!" Needles taunted.

"Nobody calls me chicken!" Marty said, turning around. As he realized what he was going to have to do, now, he sighed. "All right, all right. I'll race you. I'm not a chicken, you know." He felt proud that he had dared to do something that would show off he wasn't chicken.

"Okay, McFly" Needles responded. "You take the left part of the road – I'll take the right." Marty turned, protesting. "But I don't have a skateboard" he stated. That was true, after all.

"I'll borrow you one," one of Needles' gang members said. Marty growlingly got on the board, and skated off. They hooked onto many cars, doing all kinds of stunts, Marty still embarrassed that Needles called him chicken. After a few minutes, however, Marty slipped with his left foot on a banana peel, and flew off the road.

Right into Doctor Emmett L. Brown.

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Dr. Brown, who just came back from the story buying some necessary parts for his time machine's time circuits, was shocked as he saw who he really collided with. It was Marty McFly! Granted, the boy looked ten years younger than when he last saw him, but it was still him. Great Scott, the inventor thought. I guess this is when we first meet. October 26th 1975… what a coincidence. Just ten years to go until 1985.

Doc looked down, and saw the young boy was actually unconscious. Suddenly, his heart went out to his friend. "Marty" he said, gently patting the boy. "Marty. Wake up. Marty." He felt bad for the kid, who really just crashed into him after a dangerous skateboarding race.

"Mom" the kid started. "Mom is that you?" Doc hid a smile. "No, it's Dr. Brown" he responded, feeling like saying 'Doc' but knowing he couldn't since this Marty didn't know him as 'Doc' yet. "You just bumped into me."

The teenager woke up, and looked at him. "Bumped into you?" he asked. "How-" he then realized. "Needles, huh?" He chuckled. "I remember now. Slipping on a banana peel, getting thrown off the board…" He looked around. "Where are they?"

"Gone, no doubt" Doc said, honestly. "I think that's bad of them, though. If your friend's injured, they should make sure that you're okay." He then realized that he hadn't asked his friend's name yet. He did know, of course, but this would seem less suspicious. "What's your name, kid?"

"Marty McFly" Marty said, smiling a bit. Then, his mood saddened. "About those kids," he corrected, "they're not my friends, they're my enemies." He sighed, then looked at Doc. "Thanks for helping me, Dr. Brown. If you hadn't stood here, I would've crashed into the wall. Maybe you even saved my life."

"No thanks" Doc assured the boy. "I was just doing what a person should do." Concerned, he continued: "Are you hurt, by the way? You don't seem too well."

"I'm – fine" Marty said, smiling. "Say, Dr. Brown-"

"Please, call me Doc" Doc interrupted. Marty grinned. "All right, Doc, maybe you can come over for dinner tonight, and you can be introduced to my parents. I mean, you saved my life. I want to have them meet you."

"I think they already know me," Doc said, thinking back with fond memories about the time when George used to come over for advice about science fiction and they ended up talking about their theories for hours… Lorraine had to drag George out of the garage sometimes. That had been in the mid-sixties, shortly after the mansion had burnt down but before Marty was born. Ah, memories…

"Oh yeah?" Marty asked, intrigued. "Where did they know you from, then? Were you friends with them, back when you were young?" Doc shook his head. "No, your parents are younger than me. I was almost an adult when they were born… I guess I was about eighteen at the time. But when I was a kid…"

"You were once a kid?" Marty asked, chuckling. "That's really a weird thing to think about. I mean, you're… you're a grown-up!"

Doc smiled at Marty's innocence. "Yes, but grown-ups were once children theirselves, and you and other children in this world will once become adults themselves" he replied, smiling. "Can't you imagine your parents, back when they were your age?" He grinned, thinking of how Marty, in 1985, would actually travel back to see his parents at that age. It was really a weird experience for the teen to go through, back then. The thought that this Marty had that still in front of him was even weird for a scientist like Doc.

As Marty then started to walk along with him to his parents' house, Doc felt a connection to the young boy, as if they were father and son. Maybe that was what Marty needed, really someone to be both a father and a friend to him, and to care for him. He really liked Marty, and was confident the young boy would once become the rock star of his dreams.

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As Doc and Marty finally reached the McFly's house, around 5PM, Doc rang the bell. He was fascinated when Lorraine McFly opened the door. She certainly looked way different from how he remembered her back in '55. Well, she's still recognisable, Doc thought. And after all, it has been twenty years.

"Marty!" Lorraine gushed, hugging her child. "What happened to you! Your father and I were worried about you the past hours!" As she looked besides Marty, she recognized the man who was with Marty now. "Why, Dr. Brown," she said, politely. "What a surprise! I haven't seen you ever since the late sixties… how is business going, lately?"

"Oh, fine" Doc said, smiling. "Anyway, I just passed Marty on the street, and he was, um, thrown on a skateboard by some classmates of his. And, uh, when he tried to get off the rolling board, he slipped, unfortunately, and bumped right into me. So I figured I'd bring him home."

"That's really nice of you" Lorraine said, smiling. "Anyway, why don't you come in. It's about five… would you care to join us for dinner? We got enough." Marty smiled at him, and tugged at Doc's jacket. "Yeah, please Doctor Brown" he said in a childish voice that reminded Doc of himself when he had to beg for something he really wanted, back fifty years ago when he was a kid. "Please join us. Mommy says we got enough."

"All right, then" Doc said, with a smirk. "But I really have to go afterwards." They followed Lorraine into the kitchen, where George was reading a newspaper. "Why, hello, Dr. Brown" George gushed, upon sawing his former schoolmate's 'uncle'. "How nice is it to see you. You're joining us for dinner, Lorraine told me?"

"Well, yes," Doc said, "Lorraine… your wife insisted on it. Because I saved Marty from falling off a rolling board this afternoon." He smiled at the science-fiction author, who grinned back, happily. "Well, it's nice to see Marty interact with somebody. He doesn't really have that much friends, you see, and it's really nice that you're visiting."

Doc smiled, and looked at Marty. This really gave him the feeling that everything would turn out fine, and that he and Marty were friends, now. Ten years from now, on October 26th, 1985, he would start world's first time travel experiment and send Marty back to 1955. That same night the Marty that he had met twenty years ago would arrive, almost thirty years after his departure. Doc was really looking forward to that event, but figured that in the meantime of waiting, he'd at least have Marty to keep him company. The future did look bright for him, now.