Disclaimer: I don't own BTTF Part III, nor the other movies not mentioned here.

Author's Note: Sorry that it took so long. Here's chapter 5. Please enjoy. It's one of these longer ones again.

5: Chapter Four

September 7, 1885
07:40 AM PDT

Doctor Brown felt himself very unhappy, as he was sitting in the Palace Saloon. Nothing was left for him, anymore. He had been up the entire night, and now the sun was just rising. He turned to the locals.

"Yes, in the future, there won't be any animals in such close proximity to Hill Valley anymore" he said. "But in the future, we don't need horses. We have horseless carriages called automobiles." He stared at the window, not being able to see the time at the clock because the window was in front of it. He didn't really care for the time, though.

As one of the old timer's started laughing, he felt miserable. Of course, they weren't laughing at him – but it certainly felt that way. He should've just thrown himself into Shonash Ravine earlier that night.

"If everybody's got one of these automo-what's-it's," the man said, "does anybody walk or run anymore?"

Doc smiled faintly. "Of course they run" he said. "But for recreation. For fun." That caused another outburst of laughter from the old men. "Run for fun! Ha! Ha! What the hell kind of fun is that?"

The inventor stared at his glass, his only companion in the world. I lost everything. The love of my life. She was one in a googolplex and I'll never get her back. She was one in the amount of numbers the mathematical number defined as 'Pi' has. He sighed, and stared at his glass again. Maybe, when dawn had really grown and these men had all left, he should jump in the ravine. Living in 1885 had seemed a youth dream come true. It had become hell.

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Marty McFly felt his heart beating faster than it ever had before, as he raced his horse towards Central Hill Valley. As much as he trusted Doc, he knew the scientist could be slightly mad in his actions, sometimes, and today might as well have been the day, with Clara breaking up with him and all. He just hoped that Doc would hold a sane perspective, on the whole thing.

Racing his horse towards the shop, he 'parked' by getting off in the jump and ran the fast he could into the shop. One look was enough to prove Doc wasn't there. "Doc!" he exclaimed, turning around and running onto the street. "Doc!" He looked around frantically. Please, please don't let Buford have caught him…

Then, he looked at the saloon. Hm… where would I go if Jennifer left me? He stared at the building. Maybe it wasn't like Doc, but that was 1985, not 1885, and normally Doc didn't date women that he loved so much as he obviously did with Clara. I really should've told Doc more to take Clara with us. Or maybe I should've told Clara when we met at her cabin… wouldn't have worked, she was furious anyway and wouldn't even have walked one step with me. He sighed, running to the saloon. If Doc wasn't there, he was going to have a seriously bad state of mind.

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Doc sighed, as he just stared in front of him at the bar. In the back, he could hear one of the old man asking: "How much has he had?" Oh great. Think I'm drunk, as well. Not that I care, though…

"None" Chester said, smiling. "That's his first one and he hasn't touched it, yet. He just likes to hold it." That caused another loud burst of laughter. Why not… the sixty-five-year-old was used by other people making fun of him, by now.

Suddenly, Doc heard a loud sound behind him, of the doors opening. "Doc!" a voice called to him, as footsteps came closer. "Doc!" As he turned, he saw his friend, Marty. "What are you doing?" the teenager asked, looking around.

Doc didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Isn't that obvious, kid? "I've lost her Marty" he said, shaking his head. "There's nothing left for me here."

"All right," Marty said, "so that's why you've gotta come back with me."

Doc raised his right eyebrow. "Where!" he said, not caring less.

Marty had a hopeless expression on his face. "Back to the future!"

Doc thought about that for a few moments, then nodded, as he was filled with a great revealation. Even if Clara didn't love him anymore, Marty was his friend, and they had been for ten years. He had to come back with him. "Right" he said, louder than he'd ever been in the past eight hours. He set his glass onto the table. "Let's get going!"

"Great" muttered Marty, none too hard.

"Gentlemen excuse me," Doc said, firmly, "but my friend and I have to catch a train." Let's see, it shouldn't be later than 7:45… I can check that on the clock, outside… if Marty hasn't got a 'lost look' on his face, yet, we could still catch the vehicle.

The first man raised his glass. "Here's to you blacksmith!"

"And to the future" another man said.

"Amen" the third one said.

"Amen!" Doc agreed, raising his glass. He figured he should go along with this Old West tradition one last time before leaving his favourite era forever.

"Emmett no!" Chester called out, panicking. Doc just ignored him, drank his glass dry in one sip, and set it down again. Sorry, Chester, but I really have to go along with my will. If I'd done what other people wanted before, well, I wouldn't have become an inventor. Now, let's get…

A weird feeling of dizziness crept up to him. Doc felt himself unable to use some of his senses anymore. Right at that moment, a realisation crept up to him. Wait a second… that glass wasn't the usual, it was whiskey… I recognize that stuff out of a thousand. I was going to drink it earlier in the night because I wanted to get away from it all, even for a few hours… but now… He panicked, too, realizing why Chester had been so desperate. I have to get moving, I have to get…

Away…

From…

Here…

Before he could make any move, the whiskey caught up to his brain, and wiped all his thoughts away from him. In just two seconds, Doctor Emmett Brown fell to the nearest table, passed out.

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Alternate Marty felt the excitement come over him, as he arrived just before Buford and his gang had. Doctor Brown was knocked out, already, and Marty Senior was tending to him.

"Doc!" Marty called out. "Doc! Doc! Come on Doc, wake up buddy." He turned to Chester. "How much did he have?"

"Just one" Chester said, staring at Doc.

"Just one?" Marty said in absolute disbelief.

"There's a fellow that can't hold his liquor" Chester nodded.

"Gimme some coffee," Marty Senior said. "Black."

"Joey, coffee!" Chester called out. The time travellers watched on, as Marty continued to tend to his friend – then looked up, as the clock chimed. It was actually 7:45 AM! In a quarter, the train would leave, and Buford and the gang would arrive!

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Buford Tannen felt happy, as he raced through the fields. Today, he would finally wipe that Eastwood runt out of his life forever. As for that history book, well, he could see later. He really thought it was fake, though.

"Ya!" he exclaimed. "Ya!" he felt his horse speeding up underneath him. Now if it only would continue to go this way, he'd be in Hill Valley by ten minutes from now.

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Clara Clayton felt herself miserable, as she was standing at the station, holding her bag. She felt herself not quite ready to leave this beautiful town, but she wanted to forget it all, and this was the only way.

"Ma'am" the clerk than said.

"How far does the 8 o'clock train go?" Clara asked.

"San Fransisco is the end of the line" the clerk said.

That sounded about right. "I'll take a one way ticket" Clara said, feeling sad to leave Hill Valley behind forever. Still, she had to.

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Marty McFly felt incredibly confused, as Doc wasn't waking up by the coffee. Why couldn't his friend help along one time…

"You wanna sober him up in a hurry, son," the bartender said, "you're gonna have to use something a lot stronger than coffee."

At this point, Marty Senior felt about ready to try anything. "Yeah, what do you suggest?"

The bartender got up, as he smiled evilly. "Joey!" he called out. "Let's make some wake-up juice."

Marty watched, as a lot of ingredients were set ready, and mixed through each other. "In about ten minutes," the bartender said, "he's going to be as sober as a priest on Sunday."

The teenager looked at the clock, and saw that it was 7:50 already. Ten minutes addition made the feared 8am. "Ten minutes!" he exclaimed. "Why do we have to cut these things so damn close…"

"Here" the bartender said, as he handed Marty the glass of wake-up juice. "Stick this clothespin on his nose." Marty did so. "And when he opens up his mouth, go ahead and pour it down his throat. Oh, and stand back."

Marty frowned concerned, but did it anyway, as he was actually more concerned about the time by now. Sorry Doc…

As careful as he could, Marty poured down the wake-up juice. Then, suddenly, he saw Doc's eyes open, and his friend screamed. He's awake! Marty thought. The inventor jumped up, and ran out through the doors like a madman. Marty ran after his friend, only to find the scientist lying with his head in a horse through. Pulling him up, along with the bartender, Marty noticed in surprise that Doc still had that unconscious look on his face. "He's still out!" Marty exclaimed, not believing his eyes.

"Oh, that," the bartender said, as they started dragging Doc back to the saloon. "That was just a reflex action. It's gonna take a few more minutes for the stuff to really clear up his head."

"Perfect" Marty groaned, as they dragged Doc inside.

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Clara stood at the station, as she saw the train roll in. She waited, as she realized that this was going to be the last time she would ever see Hill Valley, California again. Sadness crept over her… a good thing she'd think to bring a few tissues along.

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Seamus McFly felt himself nervous, as he entered the saloon, along with a lot of other people. He'd told Maggie he had 'something to do' in town, and wondered what she would do if she would find out he was going to the saloon. Then again, he wasn't going to do what most people would do there – he was going to try to persuade Clint Eastwood one last time not to fight Tannen. He was a brave fellow, but he shouldn't just give up his life like this. Seamus had grown fond of Clint, and would feel sad if the young boy was just killed.

As he looked around, he saw that Clint Eastwood and Chester the bartender were standing over an unconscious Emmett Brown. He felt shocked, and wondered what could've happened. According to the courthouse clock when he'd stepped in, it was still nine minutes up until the gunfight.

"Come on, Doc," Clint said, as Seamus headed over to them. He wondered why Clint addressed the blacksmith with 'doc'. "Come on, wake up buddy. Come on, wake up Doc, c'mon, c'mon."

"Seamus!" Chester called out, obviously surprised. "Wouldn't expect to see you here this morning." The farmer nodded – he usually hated gunfights, and realized why Chester thought that.

"Aye" he told the man. "But something inside me told me I should be 'ere." As he thought back of what had gone through his head all those hours when lying in bed that night, he added: "As if my future had something to do with it." With that, he walked away, unaware of Clint giving him a strange look.

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Marty wondered at Seamus' words for a second, then the bartender spoke. "He'll come around in a minute" the man informed him. Marty decided to ignore it and go back to the task. "C'mon Doc, c'mon" he told his friend. "Let's wake up buddy, come on."

And then, when he thought that they were finally making progress… hoof beats came clear into hearing range. A few horses raced into town, and stopped in front of the saloon. Tannen had arrived.