Disclaimer: Don't own BTTF I, BTTF II, BTTF III, BTTF IV, BTTF V... wait, the latter two don't exist. Well, I'll just not own any of them, to be safe. Better to be safe than apologize. (Get it? Apologize = sorry?)

Author's Note: New chapter again. Final one of the 'canon' chapters. I hope you'll like it.

9: Chapter Eight

September 7, 1885
08:20 AM PDT

Alternate Marty smiled, as he watched Doc and Marty Sr converse. Obviously, his grandfather wasn't happy with the way things were progressing.

"She's in the cab!" Doc called out, obviously talking about Clara. "I'm gonna go back for her!"

Marty Senior then looked out of the window – and Alternate Marty noticed that the windmill was there. He watched as both DeLorean and train chugged past it, off towards Eastwood… Clayton… Shonash Ravine. He wondered what his grandfather would do now.

Panic, of course. "The windmill!" Marty called out. "Doc, the windmill! We're going past 50, you'll never make it!"

"Then we'll have to take her back with us!" Doc called out. He clearly wasn't unhappy with this. "Keep calling out the speed!" He turned towards Clara. "Clara, climb out here to me!"

"I don't know if I can!" Clara shouted back.

"You can do it!" Doc encouraged her. "Just don't look down!"

Local Sarah watched on breathless, as Clara started to climb out of the cab. "Talk about one hell of a dare" she whispered. "I couldn't do that for Marty."

"Well, we live in the same century" Local Marty reminded her.

Local Sarah smiled. "That's true."

"That's it!" Doc called out, down below. He watched excitedly, and now started to climb back himself.

In the meanwhile, Marty watched the speedometer click up higher. "Sixty miles an hour Doc!" he called out.

Doc, however obviously scared by the amount of speed, concentrated on Clara. "You're doing fine!" he called out. "Nice and steady! Come on! Just a little further!"

"Seventy!" Marty Senior exclaimed.

"I can't believe they're actually doing this" Alternate Sarah whispered. "Poor Grandpa and Grandma, trying to climb along a train at 70 miles per hour! I can't think of something that is scarier than that!"

"Yeah, and the speed is already progressing" Local Marty said. "They're nearing 88."

Alternate Marty flew down with a grin, and sat down on the piece of train solid support the inventor and his wife-to-be were moving past. "Well, guys?" he asked, jokingly. "What do I look like in this picture?"

"Marty" Alternate Sarah said.

"I grew up with Griff Tannen for a stepfather" Alternate Marty pointed out, remaining to sit where he was. "I don't have much to be scared about. After all, he bul"

Marty Senior's loud cry cut through his line. "Doc! THE RED LOG IS ABOUT TO BLOW!!!!"

At that moment, the world ended.

A huge explosion, and the steam boiler was ripped apart and exploded in a red flash of light and a gigantic amount of noise. Alternate Marty was thrown backwards from the place he'd been standing, Doc lost his feet's grip and now hung on a metal barrel. He fought to regain his grip. But with Clara it was the worst of all. She was blown backwards, too, and almost fell off the train as her dress caught grip of something on the train, and she hung on it – starting to rip more with the second. The DeLorean was lifted up from the tracks by the train's immense power, and Marty, thrown backwards, watched amazed at the speed, which was climbing up to 75 miles per hour and went past it.

"Clara!" Doc screamed, terrified for her sake.

"Emmett!" Clara shouted back.

"Clara! Hold on!" Doc shouted.

"I can't!"

The DeLorean returned to normal position, and as the boiler almost exploded under the pressure, Marty realized he couldn't save Doc anymore to go back with him… but he had one other thing he could use.

"Doc, I'm gonna slip you the hoverboard!" he yelled. Doc just had time to nod as Marty held the flying board outside.

"Marty!" Doc screamed, noticing the 'End of Track ¼ miles' sign. "Watch out!" With a loud yell, Marty Sr ducked into the cab just in time to pass the sign unharmed – however the sign itself didn't survive, the time machine at… let's see… 80 miles per hour smashing through it.

"This is heavy" Local Marty groaned, not getting his eye off his teenage ancestor.

Marty Senior then looked at the speed, which said 82. It was now or never. He watched, as Doc, trying to help Clara, almost lost grip on one hand, then recovered. "Emmett, help!" Clara screamed. "Hold on Clara!" Doc screamed. "Whoa!"

"Doc, catch it!" Marty Senior called out. Doc then nodded, and the teenager released the hoverboard. He watched in amazement, as the board flew past the DeLorean and part of the train, and Doc caught onto it. "Yes!" Marty called out, as Doc called: "Whoa!" "Yes!"

"Emmett!" Clara screamed.

"Hold on!" Doc screamed, moving closer. It was just a matter of seconds now…

Then, the piece of cloth that was attached to the huge train ripped apart and the school teacher fell, facing certain death. Suddenly, a hand appeared underneath it, and Doc, having arrived just in time, pushed her back up. "Whoa!" He then took her in his arms, and hoverboarded away from the time machine.

"Yes!" Marty called out loud. He then looked at the speedometer – 84. Time to go. He closed the DeLorean door, and waited as the speed climbed up to 85… 86… 87… 88…

In the sky, the teenage visitors watched in disbelief as the DeLorean vanished in a bright flash of white light, just before it hit the 'End of Track' sign. The fire trails that it released ran along the tracks up until the end and about two feet further, before disappearing into nothingness.

The train then broke through the sign with a burst of energy, and started to fall down. Chugging and breaking some things in the last moments, the machine fell onto the tracks, hissing loudly. The mind travellers looked on in disbelief as it crashed with firework coming off it. Then, they saw where it landed – right on the front of the parked DeLorean.

oooooooo

Jules and Verne watched in disbelief, as the wagon's remains hit the DeLorean. It was really weird to see how an event from the past meant the end, now. Not that anybody really cared for that, but it was still strange.

"Well, that's it" Verne said, sadly. "We're trapped now. We can't attempt to go home in a car that is in that kind of state."

"Don't be so pessimistic, sibling" Jules said. "We'll simply get someone to fix it."

"Who, the horse dealer?" Verne said, sarcastically. "Cars won't be invented for about a decade, Jules."

"I know" Jules said. "And that's why there's only one person that can help us, now."

"You don't mean…"

"Yes, I do. Come on, let's go before we miss them." Jules ran off, and Verne followed, shaking his head. He had a bad feeling about all of this.

oooooooo

Clara Clayton gasped, as she looked at the tracks. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She'd been certain to die, and was preparing for death, when Emmett had shown up with a pink board that flew, and saved her. Her legs were still shaking, and now Emmett gently put her down. Clara felt happy, as she finally had solid ground under her feet again.

"Are you all right?" Emmett asked, concerned. "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, it had to be as quick as possible and this was the only way…"

"I'm fine" Clara assured him. "Really, I'm all right. I'm okay." She looked at the place the carriage in front of the train had just exploded… no, vanished in a flash of light, taking Clint Eastwood with it. "I guess you aren't, though. Your friend is gone forever… to 1985, I guess, from what you said last night?"

"That's right" Doc nodded. "Good memory. Yeah, I don't suppose that I will soon see him again. He's gone into 1985 – and in about a quarter from 11am, his Destination Time, a train will smash through the time machine. I just hope he's gotten out by then. I guess so, but you never really know." He shivered. "I don't want to have killed Marty…"

"Marty?"

Doc smiled. "Sorry, Clint. Marty is his real name though. Marty McFly. He couldn't use it because Seamus and Maggie McFly would get suspicious, then. They're his great-great-grandparents." He stared in front of him. "I wonder what will happen to him, now. I'm trapped in 1885, and if the time machine will be destroyed as I planned, he'll be trapped in 1985… a hundred years difference." He sighed. "I owe him a lot, Clara. If he had decided to obey my wishes and go home from 1955 to destroy the machine, I'd be shot by Buford Tannen right now, and according to what Tannen himself said, I'd be dying and would eventually die this evening, around suppertime."

Clara recalled what Buford had said. "But… Emmett, why did you plan to destroy the time machine?" she asked. "It sounds fascinating to travel through time. I mean, you don't get to travel through time every day. It sure is special. Very special."

"I know, Clara" Doc nodded. "But someone we knew had stolen the time machine once, in the year 2015," he saw Clara gasp at that, "and I didn't want that to happen again." He smiled and turned closer to Clara. "But then again, that whole adventure caused me to meet you…" He leaned over to kiss her.

"Da-Do-Mr. Brown! Mr. Brown!"

Clara felt Emmett move away, as she saw two boys approaching him. "You have to help us!" the older one called out.

Emmett took one good look at them, and freaked out. No wonder – they looked just like him, but then a couple of decades younger! "Argh!" Emmett screamed. "Argh! You're me, from the late 1930s! Two of me from the late 1930s! You can't be, I hadn't invented time travel back then!"

"Relax, Dad!" one of the boys called out. "We're not you, we're your sons!"

"Sons?" Emmett asked. "I don't have any sons."

"In the future, you do!" The older boy grabbed a wallet, and took a coloured picture out of it. In the middle, the two boys were standing, looking a lot younger – barely recognisable. But on the side, it was definitely the two of them! The picture read: "Emmett, Clara, Jules and Verne Brown, September 4th, 1892." Clara felt like fainting.

And as she looked to her side, and found nothing, she saw that Emmett was doing just that. With a soft "Great Scott" he fell onto the hoverboard. Clara just managed to catch his arm before he'd break his head. "This is golly" she whispered.

"We know, Mom."

"Mom!" Clara shrieked. "I'm a teacher, I'm just thirty, I can't be the mother of two teenage boys!"

"You have some years to go, namely twe-" the younger boy – Verne, right? – said, but then his brother cut him off. "Don't tell her! No one should know too much about their destiny. That's what Pop always says."

"Yeah, right" Verne said, rolling his eyes. "We're here, and Dad will have to know. He'll see the Last Time Departed when fixing the time machine, Jules."

"Time machine?" Clara asked. "Are you in a time machine? Then Emmett can go home!"

"Relax, Ma" Jules said. "You can't go home, unfortunately, as you never did originally. I'm sorry, and it's really complex, but I'll explain as soon as we're at the school teacher cabin."

"Jules!" Verne then called out. "Horses!"

Jules looked up, as he saw horses nearing indeed. "You're right" he said. "Marshall Strickland is out to investigate. I guessed that. Well, Mom, I guess you'll have to wait a little while for your questions."

Clara nodded, as she looked at the horses nearing. She was quite curious, though, to find out. Then again, that could wait.