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Author's Note: My new chapter. It's a little shorter than usual to make up for the long chapters in the beginning and too because I didn't really know what to write further for this chapter. Two chapters to go. Yes!

11: Chapter Ten

September 7, 1885
09:00 AM PDT

Local Sarah smiled, as she and the others were hanging above the school teacher's cabin. Clara, Jules and Verne had just arrived, and Jules and Verne were now pulling Doc off Archimedes, who finally had calmed down, while Clara herself opened the door and after that rushed back towards Doc, and helped Jules and Verne carry him. She was proud of her grandmother – apparently, Clara was able to carry Grandpa Emmett really well.

"I guess Gramps is really heavy" Alternate Sarah said, looking down at her grandfather. "He really looks like quite some pressure on Dad and Uncle Jules' shoulders." She flew inside, and watched as Jules and Verne gently put Doc down on the bench. "Well, I guess they're ready, now."

They were. Verne sat down on the only other chair in the room, sighing. "Well, when will Dad wake up?" he asked.

Clara appeared around the corner a moment later, having gotten some chairs from the kitchen for Jules and herself. "I'm not sure" she admitted. "I mean, you two scared him quite a bit. I could barely keep myself awake, let alone help Emmett with that."

"Sorry" Verne said, smiling apologetically.

Clara smiled back. "It's all right. Although you really do have some stories to tell. You're mine and Emmett's children – where are you from? When are you from? And why are you two talking to me and Emmett if… Jules… said it wasn't allowed for me to know too much about the future?"

"That's a long story" Jules said, just returning from the outhouse. "And well, I'm not sure where we should start. I think we can better summary only the things that helped us end up here, since I'm not sure what you… and Dad… would do if you'd know every little detail of what will happen up until our present, December twenty-third of 1905 A.D., something around the late evening, Hill Valley, California."

"Well, just start there then" Clara said, a little uncomfortable.

Jules nodded. "All right. As I said, it was 23 December, two days before Christmas, and however we had something for you, we hadn't got anything for Dad yet. Having explored many shops and having come up with nothing, we decided going to the future was some good plan. So, at night we hijacked… borrowed the DeLorean, with your permission, and headed ahead towards 1935."

"DeLorean" Clara whispered. "Nineteen-thirty-five."

"I know, it's fifty years in the future" Jules nodded. "Anyway, we made the transit easy, and within seconds we were flying over the town at 7am in the morning of the same date, but 30 years later. We landed on the outskirts of town, which was closer than we expected, and headed uptown to check some shops. We couldn't find anything anywhere, and finally, we headed into a bar to get a drink or something like that."

"Only to find our Dad there" Verne said, shivering as he remembered it.

"Emmett?" Clara asked. "You mean he's still alive?"

"No, not really" Jules said, smiling. "Well – we don't know. You see, you know your boyfriend is from 1985?" Clara nodded. "Well, this was the younger version of him. Our father, Emmett Brown from 1935, at age fifteen."

"Whoa" Clara whispered. "Golly. Really golly."

"Anyway," Jules continued, "we saw our father, but also immediately encountered a few bullies who were teasing him in a mean way. Verne couldn't take it, and to be honest, my temper rose as well, and he interfered. We managed to make a get-away after the bullies' attention was for us instead, and we met up with father… Emmett… later on. Unfortunately, at that time, Buford Tannen had seen us. He somehow put two and two together… realized who we were, seeing as that our current selves should be much older. Us talking about time travel might've helped, too. However, we headed towards Emmett's home, at around 12, and Buford headed off to search for the time machine. And, eventually, he found it."

Clara went pale. "Buford Tannen travelled through time?"

"Not yet, not yet" Jules said. "Anyway, we were back at the DeLorean at around 12:45 or 12:50 PM. I thought I saw something stumbling off, and as we flew up and accelerated through the sky, Verne thought he saw weird things in the city down below. Then, we hit 88, and arrived in Hill Valley – or something we thought of as being Hill Valley. In reality, it was Hell Valley."

"Hell Valley?" Clara asked, clearly unfamiliar with the term.

"Exactly" Jules nodded. "That's how we called it. Anyway, we touched down at our house, and we could see that it was abandoned. We got in, and a bum appeared to live inside. Obviously, we were shocked. We walked through town, and we saw bums and dead people on the street. The Courthouse was Buford's Strip Paradise. He'd married you, and killed Daddy."

Clara gasped. "I married Buford?"

"Under force, I guess" Jules said. "I can understand you'd never marry Tannen willingly. However, we headed towards Tannen's office and found out the day he altered time, by giving himself a history book from the future. That was today. We headed back here, and, after an exhausting morning…" He popped a brown book out of Verne's bag. "See what we got here?"

Clara looked at it. "A History of Hill Valley, 1850-1930" she read. "Wow. Golly. I can't believe that you're actually from the future. I just met Emmett three days ago… and now we're thinking about children already!" She smiled faintly. "I guess I have a lot of catching up to do."

"Especially when you start time travelling more regulary" Jules said. "Father and you have taken time travel trips ever since the machine was completed, which has been a few years from where we come from."

The school teacher looked confused. "You mean he didn't move back?"

"No" Verne said. "After all, it had been a few years from 1885 when the time machine was finally completed, and our father didn't think that it would be easy to go back and see Marty again now, since we were already born. He couldn't leave without kids and return with two of them. It was a painful decision, but he really liked the 1890s, and he didn't think that you could leave our time, either."

"You're right" Clara nodded. "Well, I think we should now go prepare, for when Emmett wakes up. I wonder what to tell him. We can't exactly lie to him… but I don't want him to go into an even bigger shock, than he's just experienced. Well, I guess the fact that he's just waking up from a faint should help." She sighed. "Well, anyone care for a cup of tea?"

Jules smirked. "All right" he said. "With some sugar, please. If you got it."

"Me too" Verne nodded. "However I prefer Pepsi."

Clara frowned. "What's Pepsi?"

"Um… let's just say you'll find out."

The thirty-year-old smiled, and headed off to put the kettle on the fire. As Clara was doing just that, Verne sat down next to his father, who was breathing steadily and slowly. He sure hoped that his father would wake up soon. However sleep was good for someone, and he didn't immediately want to expect the worst, well, he sure hoped that his father wouldn't be asleep for too long. It did quite worry him. He then looked at the clock, and saw that it was nine-twenty. Well, it sure felt a lot later, with all the experiences he'd gone through in the past day… or should that be days? He just wanted to be back in 1905. He guessed that they would have to get the DeLorean from the ravine for that, though. So it was just a matter of Dad waking up, and then they could go to Shonash Ravine.