(Ok, here's the deal with the family. I created a dream family consisting of Michael J. Fox, Dane Cook, Channing Tatum, and Logan Lerman. So the older brothers in this fic are my dream older brothers. I just wanted to clear that up before the story started)

Chapter 1:

"Guys!"

"What Channing?"

"I found an amazing video," he said quickly putting the old VHS tape in the VCR.

"Of what?"

"Please tell me it's not cats again."

"Shut up, Dane, it's not cats."

"Dane, shouldn't you be working for dad right now?"

"Butt out, Logan!" Dane snapped.

"For the fifth time, what's the video about?"

"Chillax, Nix," Channing said, "It's a cool video."

"About what?"

"Dane, for real, shouldn't you be working with dad?" Channing asked.

"I don't need to hear this from you too."

Fed up with her brothers, Nix jumped off the couch and attacked Channing who was sitting on the floor. He was laughing trying to get his younger sister off of him. Dane couldn't help but laugh as Logan joined in with the fight. He always fought along side his twin sister.

"Guys, guys!"

The trio stopped fighting and looked up to see their dad watching them wrestling on the floor.

"Keep it down guys; some of us are trying to work."

"Sorry, dad," the trio said in unison.

Nix stood first and sat down on Dane's lap, hugging him around the neck. Logan was next to get up and sat next to Dane on the side his sister wasn't on.

"I was actually about to call you in here anyway, dad.'

"Why?"

Channing hit 'play' on the VCR. The video started off with a band on a stage. There was no music at the moment. Just talking from the crowd. Their dad walked over and sat down next to Dane and Nix. Nix got off of Dane's lap and sat next to him and her daddy.

"Where'd you find this?"

"Spare room," Channing said, "it was by accident. I thought it was an old work out tape."

The video finally started getting pumped up. A younger man, probably in early twenties, began to wail on a Les Paul guitar. Dane began to tap his hand on his knee to the beat of the song.

"Johnny B. Goode," Dane smiled.

Nix looked to her dad, whom was not much taller than her. He was at least 5'5" and she was 5'3", the shortest, and youngest in the Fox family. Dane, the oldest, then Channing and then the twins Logan and Nix. Ages 30, 24 and 16.

"I can't believe I still had this."

"Damn dad," Channing said, "You could really wail on that guitar."

"Can you still play?" Logan asked.

"I can, I just choose not to."

"You should," Nix said, cuddling up to his side.

He put his arm around his daughter and the family continued to watch the video. When the video was over, their dad stood from the couch.

"I gotta get back to work," he said walking out of the room. Calling over his shoulder, "Dane! Get in here."

"Yes, Sir," he said getting off the couch with an eye roll.

Channing popped the tape out of the VCR and set it on the coffee table and then sat next to his two younger siblings.

"If only dad didn't give up the whole music thing," Channing said.

"I know right? What if he wasn't a lawyer?" Logan asked.

"That'd be the best," Nix added.

Just then, Nix's cell phone rang as a call came through. She snuck away from her brothers and went into the hallway bathroom to take the call. She checked the ID as none other than her friend Dr. Emmett Brown.

"Hey, Doc," she said with a smile, "What's goin on?"

"Lot's of stuff, Nix, lots!"

"Like?"

"How fast can you get down here?"

"As fast as my legs can go on my skateboard."

"Perfect," he said, "Get over here, please. I've had a miraculous break through!"

"Sure. Be there soon."

He hung up on her before Nix could say anything else. Shrugging, she returned the phone to her pocket and opened the door to Dane, arms crossed.

"What?"

"Doc?" he asked with a whisper.

She grabbed his arm and pulled him into the bathroom with her.

"Yeah it was, he said for me to get over there."

"What are you still doing here?"

"I need to get passed dad," she sighed.

"Don't worry about him," Dane said with a smile, "I got your back. Just text me when you're ready to leave ok? I'll come and pick you up."

"Will do, Dane. Thanks."

Nix gave him a quick hug. Dane hurried her out of the bathroom quickly. Nix snuck out into the mud room to grab her skateboard and sneak out the back door. Sneaking by the windows of her house, she ran to the side walk and jumped on her board and skated down a few blocks to her friend Doc's house.

Somewhere across town, a DeLorean skitted out of the blue and almost into a tree. The driver yelled and hit the breaks as fast as he could. The driver got out of the car and fell onto the grass of the woods. Dressed in jeans, a jean jacket, Nikes and a puffy orange vest, he seemed way outta time for 2012. he stood and brushed off his pants and kicked the tire of the car and sighed.

"What year is this?" the driver asked aloud. He knew he wasn't going to get an answer.

He quickly covered up the car with branches and shrubbery from the woods surrounding the car. The driver ran to the road and began to walk to Hill Valley, his 'home town'. He wondered if it was like the 2015 town he had seen before. The driver was most concerned about finding Doctor Emmett Brown. He was the only one that could help him get back to 1985.

Three miles to Hill Valley. The driver sighed.

"Three miles. Really? I keep landing farther and farther away from the god damn town," he said annoyed.

The driver began to jog down the side of the street, hoping it'll help him get to Doc Brown sooner.