Author's Note: Yup, here we are again. That was pretty soon, huh? Then again, this Chapter is only thirty-five hundred-something words - which is not really much if you compare it to the earlier chapters I've written. It's the last one, and if people want to complain why I've skipped the morning and early afternoon of November 15th - just send me a PM. I just figured I should place this scene in the afternoon.

For fans of this story I got both sad news and good news. First the sad news: there isn't going to be an update for a while. This story is finished, now, so I won't do any editing on it except maybe altering the chapters a bit, if I think it's necessary. I have to go back to my other stories or else they never get ready. I'm really sorry.

The good news is: This story will one day be having lots of sequels, first one starting at Saturday, November 19, 1955 - 11:45 PM. I'll have to skip those four days then - but, at least I'll be re-starting the story again. Can't write about everything, you know.

Actually, these sequels won't be sequels - they will be the parts of the 'Stranded In A Foreign Time' serie, of which this the Prologue is. Marty copes with being stuck in the year 1955. Will he find someone to replace Jennifer with? How will Doc's life turn out? Please suggest!

Well, I've gotten to write too much in my note. Finally, here's the story. Please read and review!

Chapter Six

Tuesday, November 15, 1955
03:00 PM
Hill Valley, California

Hill Valley 1955 was, once again, boring.

Marty McFly stared outside in the rain – his bed had been placed there because Doc needed the place where it was first – and praised his siblings once again happy for not living in such an old-fashioned time like 1955.

It had been three days now. Well, maybe two and a half. And still Doc had not made any progress in repairing the DeLorean. He understood that it could take quite some time before he was be able to start, of course – but this was too far-fetched. Hell, he'd first woken up at about 7am yesterday! Then it had been thirty-two hours since then… thirty-two hours that made no progress to either progress, none of the original one, none of the new second one which Marty had driven up here when he'd arrived ten days ago.

Ten days. It had been ten full days since he'd first arrived at Old Man Peabody's farm, crashing his barn, destroying one of his twin pines that would be in the name of Twin Pines Mall by 1985 and next being almost shot by him. Then he'd met his father in Lou's Café, and gotten hit by his future Grandpa-on-maternal-side's car, and had lied unconscious for the biggest part of the day in his teenage mother's bed. Marty guessed that he was on November 5th still asleep at this time, being adored by his mother who obviously had a major crush on him – at least, that was what she'd showed in the next few days. Worried sick about him and his bruise, just like she would do if he'd get wounded in 1985. A very creepy coincidence, actually. But what would you expect from a seventeen-year-old who saw a cute boy getting hit by her father's car and didn't know anything about time travel, thus absolutely not that that young boy was her future son?

Marty sighed again, and continued to stare out of the window to see the pouring rain drop on the grass next to the Brown's mansion. It was quite a nice sight, actually – to see all that water come down. He got then a little grin on his face, thinking about Doc who was doing shopping in town. He would actually have to walk through that weather, since he'd, wanting a nice walk through the city, on purpose not taken his Packard…

And indeed, a few minutes later he could hear Doc return wet all over him, muttering about all the bad weather. "Great Scott!" the inventor called out, when he entered. "This is the worst weather I've seen in ages in Hill Valley. Strange thing that it isn't raining on other places, but it is here. Really strange."

"Yeah, right" Marty muttered, looking up as the inventor entered – and only then Doc noticed the teen who had been his guest for little more than a week now. "Oh hi Marty!" he greeted with joy. "It's so nice to see you, here. What have you been doing in the past time I was gone?" Then he realised his fault. "Oops, dumb question. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too" Marty answered coldly, "but not because of the question but because of the answer. I wanna get out of bed, Doc. I've been lying in this place for more than two and a half days, if I recall your sayings correctly. That doctor said I can't go out until Wednesday evening, Doc! That's another day and a couple of hours away! And hell, I can't take a long walk until the morning…maybe afternoon… of the seventeenth…" The teenager paused. "This is boring, Doc."

"I understand" Doc nodded, as he comforted Marty. "You'll have to think about the advice, though – if you go out, you could get infected, or sick. You sure wouldn't want that to happen, would you?"

Marty chuckled at the familiar words that were often used by Biff Tannen, only that they were sounding a lot nicer right now. "No, I wouldn't" he replied. "You're right. I should stay in bed… it's just that the '50s are so boring already, and even more when you have to stay in bed all day. I'm looking forward to the day when this is over." He paused, staring at the window where rain was still dropping down to the ground. "When I'm back… back in the future." Before Doc could reply anything to that, he turned around to look at the bag Doc had been carrying. It was quite big, but Marty couldn't say if there was much in it, or not. He finally decided to ask the question that was on his mind. "What all have you bought, Doc?" he muttered. "That bag is… quite big. I don't suppose you need so much extra while I'm gonna leave when the time machine is repaired?"

"Who says you it'll be that easy to repair the time vehicle?" Doc said, avoiding to look right in the teenager's eyes. "You don't know how much exactly it has been damaged. It could take longer than you currently are thinking." On one side, he wanted to tell Marty the truth the teen deserved to know – but on the other side he was still a bit paranoid. Could he do this? Wouldn't Marty get a too big shock off it? He sighed, not knowing what to decide.

Marty chuckled up at Doc, of course not knowing what was going on in the inventor's mind. "Of course you'll be able to repair it easily. You're a genius, Doc. I'm sure you are be able to do it. I'm sure."

"Thanks" breathed Doc, glancing up at the roof as well. Marty's naïve comment had done it, however. "Marty," the scientist muttered as he settled down next to his future friend, "we have to talk." Marty looked up, shrugging. "Sure, Doc, whatever you want" he answered, having no idea what was waiting for him. "Talk all you want. I'm ready." He looked up at Doc as the inventor began.

"Good" Doc first said. "Like you know, you had pretty much damage in that accident that happened Saturday night. What I didn't tell you, though, was that you weren't the only one who had quite some damage done to him. The time machine has gone through quite a hard time, as well."

"Yeah, right" Marty nodded, hoping Doc would soon tell some more. He hadn't heard anything new yet – it was quite obvious that the time machine had been damaged much. In such a crash like that… the vehicle should be hurt pretty well. "How much has been damaged?" he finally asked. "You still haven't told me that."

"Well…" Doc muttered, clearly a bit unsure how to tell. "As I told you, it got slammed against the Courthouse Wall – which doesn't exactly do good to a vehicle like that. The flux capacitor was shattered into little pieces, and the only thing that looked a bit complete was the plutonium chamber. The time circuits still looked intact, but when I touched them they broke apart."

"Good, okay" Marty nodded, curious. "How long will you have to work on it, Doc? Two weeks? Three? Hell, a month?" He paused. "It'll be fine as long as I'm out of here before Christmas, Doc. I'm beginning to miss my rock and roll, plus the coloured television. This black and white thing is boring." As Doc didn't reply, he added: "Hey Doc, say something! The way you act is like the time machine was wrecked or something like that!"

"Marty…" Doc breathed, looking down. "I don't know how to tell you this, but… it was wrecked. The time machine was practically destroyed in the crash, and most of the time travel units are irreparable damaged, no matter how much work I'd do on it. Marty, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you're stuck here. And this time even a lightning bolt won't matter right now anymore."

"No!" the teenager called, turning pale. "No. Don't tell me you weren't kidding, Doc. Tell me you were making some kind of stupid joke." His face looked white as a ghost. "I can't be stuck here. I told you before… I got a life in 1985 and not in 1955. I got parents who look to be in better shape then they've ever been, if I can take my conclusions from observing their teenage parents. I got Jennifer. Don't tell me I've got to miss all of them, Doc. I don't want to." He looked like he was about to cry. "I can't miss them. Not after all we've been through together."

Doc sighed, looking up. "I… I'm sorry, Marty" he muttered, careful to do not look in the teen's pale face. "But… it's true. All of it. You see, the time machine was damaged already by that tree branch, and then when it hit that trash can it was even further in the progress of getting destroyed. Let alone the wreck that was caused when you were slammed in it against the wall." He paused. "Hell, Marty, why do you think you were bleeding when I found you in the car?"

Marty stared up to the scientist, making clear that he didn't care if he was hurt much worse back then by having his eyes in the same dumb-founded expression as when Doc first told him. "No" he repeated again. "I can't be stuck in the boring '50s. Not without Mom an' Dad, not without a version of you who at least knows me a bit. Not without Jennifer." He sighed. "Hell Doc, do you… do you half understand how much I miss that girl? How much I already have missed her, but put those thoughts aside because I know that I was going to get back to the future safe and sound eventually?" He paused for a second, looking up again. "No, you don't, 'cause you never even had a girl. You never been in love with someone in your entire life… as far as I'm concerned."

"Marty, what makes you even think so?" Doc called. "I have had relationships before, quite a few actually, but they never were so intense as yours obviously is. However, maybe you're right as well. I never really loved someone as a partner, except for my science books and inventions and stuff like that." He smirked. "I might have been wrong with considering my liking for them love, however. I guess you can't see them as a partner, can you?"

As no answer came, Doc looked up and saw that Marty wasn't exactly in reality anymore. He seemed to be off in thoughts – pessimistic thoughts, if Doc guessed it right – and didn't look like he was going to realise his surroundings at any time soon. Doc stood up and walked to the kitchen, hoping that Marty would stop thinking miserable soon. He felt bad for the poor kid, and first realised how good it was to have a friend… a friend who liked you and who you could spend time with. He remembered how he never had someone like that, and figured he had missed a lot in his youth.

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Doc had been right – Marty was indeed reflecting on his new situation he'd landed in, and it weren't all positive thoughts. The teen felt really bad as he thought about how he would be forced to spend the rest of his years a thirty years before he was supposed to, to start with boring old 1955, and hoped that he would somehow be able to confirm Doc that he had to build a new time machine, so he, Marty McFly, could go back home.

The wiser part of his mind, however, knew that that was pure nonsense. The Doc he was currently staying with didn't know anything about time machines but very boring theory – about how you shouldn't mess with future events 'cause you could screw history up so and stuff like that – and never had actually build one, while he still had to build the original time machine. Therefore, he couldn't be of any help at all, and the teenager himself didn't know anything about science. He had to face it – he was stuck here, if he wanted to or not. And that felt very, very bad.

"Marty?" Doc asked, as he entered the room, having a serious look on his face. As the teen didn't reply, he sighed. "I could've known. You're still sobbing about the fact that you're stuck here now, aren't you?" As the teen nodded, he smiled. "I already figured that would be the case. And I understand. But it really isn't all too bad to be here back in 1955, Marty. I know that you feel bad about being stranded in this era for quite a while, but I'll do the best to have you as happy as I can get you." He paused, seeing how Marty didn't exactly listen to him. "Honestly, Marty, it isn't all to bad to be stuck here."

Marty jerked up in one moment, shocking Doc a little, and stared at the scientist in a mix of angry and disbelief. "Not all to bad?" he repeated. "Not all to bad? Hell, Doc do you understand this all? Can you believe how it is to miss your parents for who knows how long?" He paused. "Doc, you didn't invent the time machine, or better said: the idea for the time machine until Saturday evening and you haven't made any trips in it – any idea at all how this feels? No!"

As Marty looked up, frustrated, he saw something that shocked him and made his own troubles forgotten for a moment. The Doc was actually trying to do not cry. Tears were in his face when he looked up. "Doc, what…" he tried to ask amazed but Doc interrupted him. "At least you have still got your parents" he muttered, sobbing. "Mine have been dead for a year now. Do you know how much that hurts, Marty? Do you have any clue?" He paused. "Never mind… I shouldn't have started about all this. It is in the past… and it doesn't matter right now."

Marty was stunned. He never knew anything about the fate that Doc's parents obviously had met – when he'd first asked about it back in early '76, a few months after Doc and his first meeting, the fifty-six-year-old had told him that 'they moved away in '48.' No details, or something as terrible as this. 1976 Doc hadn't wanted to tell him – but now it had been 1955 Doc who had spilled the beans to him, a twenty-one years before he first was asked about it. It could have been funny if it wasn't such a sad story. "Doc" the teen muttered. And as the scientist looked up, he added: "I… I… I didn't know. I never did. Your future self never told me about it."

Doc smirked softly. "I didn't?" he asked. "Well, I must've figured that it wasn't important back then. I shouldn't have told you now either – but that comment about you missing your parents and me not knowing how that felt did really hurt. Your parents are alive, even while they're teenagers the age you are and have just started seeing each other. Mine are dead." He sighed. "I've missed them a lot since that fateful accident on March 11, 1954, at nine hours, forty-two minutes and thirteen seconds P.M." Yup, even when it was about sad things Doc was still the scientist. "It was the accident that killed my Dad and made my Mom's brain so shaken up that she went crazy. She finally died, too, on December 27th 1954, at two minutes past ten in the evening. Since then, I've felt really bad…"

The inventor paused a moment or two before continuing his tale. "I had already inherited the mansion in 1943, when Mom and Dad moved to a house in Grass Valley. It was a present I got for becoming a doctor in science. I've visited them quite a lot of times since then, until the accident. They were happy with my visits, as I was their only child." He smiled a bit at the reminder. "But that's all over, now. I have to move on with my life, how bad it might seem. I have to make my time machine because if I don't, you will never be able to go back in the first place… and that would cause a major time paradox. And as far as I'm concerned, I've already told you what happens then, didn't I?" As Marty nodded, Doc produced a faint smile again. "Good. I'll get us some drinks, now, to relax from the sad news we've got – me a year and a half ago, you just a few minutes ago. You can just wait – this doesn't have to take too much time." He sighed and departed the room, leaving Marty behind.

In the meantime, Marty gazed up to the roof of the room he was lying in. This was bad. Half an hour ago he had been depressive too, but at least then he had a bit hope for getting back home. Right now, that hope was gone and the horrifying truth was sinking in.

He was stuck here. Not for another o-so-stressful week, but for the rest of his life… well, at least for the next thirty years minus a few weeks. After October 26th 1985 at 1:35 AM, that horrific date that ruined his life forever, he could move on without any risks of altering history in a major way. But that was still a lifetime away – and when he'd finally reach that date, what was he supposed to do? He would be no seventeen-year-old teenager named Marty McFly who dreamed to be a rich rock star anymore, but he would be a forty-seven-year-old adult named Calvin Martin Klein who had the biggest part of his life already behind him. He couldn't be the rock star he wanted to be at age 47. It was just impossible.

But what the hell was he going to do about that? It was not like he could just try to hide his old age under make-up or stuff like that. First of all, that was for girls; second of all, that wouldn't be able to do it. And even in the future he was sure they couldn't make him look and act younger. They were not be able to hide thirty full years of old age. If someone would tell him that, he'd sign him in for the nutcases institute. Hill Valley had a Mental Institute, but it was almost empty – guys in this city didn't do weird stuff too soon. That was something that happened in Las Vegas or San Francisco, but not here. Still… did it mind?

Marty tried to figure how that would be, seeing all the familiar things come in to town. See how rock and roll would be invented, and how his favourite bands would start to exist around the time he was in his early, mid- or late thirties. The teen figured this might very well drive him crazy, seeing how many things were unfamiliar and finally became familiar in such a large amount of time. That would be weird.Weirder than being stuck in the fifties on itself.

He could hear Doc fiddling around with the drinks in the other room, but he didn't care if it would take an hour or so. He didn't want to have any drinks as all – he didn't ask for it. So he figured that Doc might as well leave him alone, and let him relax. And yes, that was what was actually happening. He was relaxing, he was calming down, something that he considered to be quite impossible after having heard such horrific news. But yet he was, preparing to go off to sleep. It was probably because of him having such a headache – his Mom had often told him that sleeping healed wounds. Maybe it did heal the wounds in his head, right now.

But would sleeping help for the wound he felt inside his body? Would sleeping help to recover from the fact that he wasn't going to leave this boring time period at all until December 31, 1959? That the world he knew wouldn't be around for a thirty years, an amazing time when you were as young as he was? He figured that it wouldn't.

However, his mind didn't listen. Probably he needed sleep. He had indeed been up for quite a few hours too many every day – not too much time in fact, but still he was wounded and shouldn't be up at all. His eyes began to close slowly, and he felt the rest coming down on him. His brain ran slower, now, and the sounds he could hear, including Doc moving around to get him some drinks, didn't matter anymore. He wanted to sleep. And when Doc entered with two 1955 Pepsi's, he saw his friend sound asleep in once another improbable manner of lying on the bed.

Marty was stuck here, now. In one of the time periods that sucked the most. And he wasn't going to leave it, at least not soon. So the big question remained, how on earth was he going to survive this at all?

THE END (or not, if you consider the sequels as a following-up on this story)

Author's Note: Well, as you see the story's ended. Thanks for reading and remember what I wrote in the beginning of the Chapter. See you in the future,

EmmettMcFly55.