Author's Note: Second chapter. Oh, and sorry for the confusion, Bttf 4444. If you want, you can review this chapter and add your comments for the original one, or log out and give a review for the first chapter that way.

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2: Chapter Two

Suddenly, daylight hit the DeLorean as it appeared in the new time, and raced across a farm. The car hit a scarecrow, and Marty just managed to swerve around an upcoming barn. He then stopped the DeLorean, and looked around. What happened? How could he suddenly be here? The last thing he knew, was that he was at the Twin Pines Mall, and was trying to get away from those cops, who were trying to kill him. Now, he suddenly was at some farm. What was going on here?

Then, he heard a gun shot nearby. His first instinct was that the police officers were back, but as he looked, he saw a rather old man who, too, was carrying a gun. "Get out of here, you asshole!" he called out. "You're just trying to get my pines, aren't you? This is my farm! Get out of here!"

The teen let out a slight scream, and backed up. He then accelerated across the farm, soon hitting sixty, as the farmer was after him. He then suddenly saw pine trees approaching ahead of him. He then swerved to the right, slightly, but then, he found the pine tree in front of him, and he hit it and got it out of the ground. Just seconds later, he hit the other one, too. Both pine trees fell off, and Marty raced through the farm and out through the exit, while a mail box close to him exploded into little pieces as it was shot. As he drove away, Marty could still hear the man shouting.

"My pines! Why, you bastard! You killed both of my pines!"

Marty felt confused, as he drove across the road. What was going on? Now he wasn't stupid, he was the most intelligent person in Hill Valley, if not on the whole world, and therefore he had instantly noticed that he must have traversed time. So, as he saw a billboard up ahead, he stopped the DeLorean, only then noticing the billboard lead up to two lion signs, the one in front of Lyon Estates. Only now, nothing was behind it.

"All right" Marty muttered, to himself. "This clarifies that I have to be in the already elapsed time. But when am I?"

The answer to that came almost right away, as he looked down at the time circuits. They read:

NOV 05 1955 08:22 AM

Destination Time

NOV 05 1955 08:35 AM

Present Time

OCT 26 1985 01:39 AM

Last Time Departed

"1955" Marty whispered. "I am currently in 1955."

The teenager moved his hands over the device he'd spent years on to make it work, and then, as realization sunk in, his young and intelligent brain immediately went to work. If he was in 1955, he had to return home immediately, as any time spent in the past could have serious repercussions on the space-time continuum's well-being. Unfortunately, though, that wasn't an option – the fusion reactor was completely empty, and he didn't have two full bags of garbage around. Even less did he dare to try to take it from the people living in Hill Valley, as there might be the risk that this garbage was needed for a greater good. No, he'd have to collect it himself, out in the forest.

But, if there was one thing Marty knew for sure, it was that it was not really easy to collect two full bags of garbage, especially in a deserted area like Hill Valley in 1955. It would work, eventually, for sure, but it might take him days. Again, he wished he hadn't been so anxious to get time travel to work. If he had simply waited for the big test until next summer, he'd have perfected the fusion reactor so it could just be filled up with about a few dead leaves and a can of beer, for example, and didn't need any more. Now, the amount of garbage needed was overwhelming. And it wasn't going to be found so easily, and even if he spent day and night working on it, Marty was sure he wouldn't be done until Monday, November seventh, at high noon.

The teenager sighed at this delay, and then figured that, if he should have a place to stay for the time, he'd better go to Emmett Brown. He knew he couldn't sleep very well in a car, not even his truck, and staying awake for over two days after already living through one full was not really an option. His parents was even more dangerous – not only were George and Lorraine still teenagers, but they were still single teenagers who, if Marty's memory served him correctly, were supposed to meet sometime today, over half an hour from now. He'd better head up town with the truck, and contact his scientist friend.

As he tried to get the truck to run again, the teenager found himself for a moment having problems with a stalling engine, but lucky enough, it caught on almost immediately again. Relieved, the teen drove uptown, careful not to accelerate too quick, as it might have been the source of his problems.

Going at a terribly slow twelve miles an hour, Marty finally arrived at eight-fifty A.M. in the Square. He looked around, astonished, and then figured that he didn't know the place Emmett lived. Sure, he thought that his friend still lived in the mansion, but what if his memory had gone wrong on him again, due to him focusing too much on the time travel project? The teenager parked the truck in front of Lou's Café, which was on the future site of Lou's Aerobics Studio, and then entered the Café.

Inside the building, Marty didn't need to ask anything about where the phone was – he saw it in the back almost right away. Ignoring Lou, he headed straight for it and grabbed the phone book. He found his friend's address almost right away at the 'B' section, under Emmett Brown, who did, like the others, not have his occupation under his name, but that was, Marty knew, because his friend didn't have an occupation in 1955. It had been just half an hour ago that he came up with the thing he wanted to do the rest of his life, a horse ranch, based on his early youth ideals, and which he still would be doing in 1985…

…until he got shot.

Marty shivered in terror and trembled, as he once more realized what had happened. Emmett was dead. His friend was no longer. He'd been killed by those cops who had been after Marty himself in the first place. If not for Emmett interfering, Marty would have been shot – he hadn't had time enough to duck out of the way. Emmett gave his life for Marty, and the teen knew he had to do the opposite, too, right through all his scientific principles of 'no man knowing too much about the future'. This was for a good cause, after all. He could not allow Emmett to be murdered in this way. Man could change the past, Marty was certain, and therefore, man could also change the past of his friends.

The teenager looked down, and recognized the site of his friend's house as almost similar, except for the street – until he remembered that John F. Kennedy was not president yet in 1955. He chuckled at his own temporary lack of thinking fourth-dimensionally, then headed towards the door. He was about to open it when it was opened from outside, and Biff Tannen, three decades younger than he was supposed to be in 1985, stepped in and pushing Marty aside, roughly. He didn't pay any attention to the young man, and instead called out: "Hey McFly!"

For a moment, Marty felt confused. Biff had never seen him before in this time period, so either his name was written all over him, which it wasn't, he could not intend to call Marty. The only possible solution, then, was that he was calling another McFly. Curious, Marty turned around to see who – and gasped.

Seated at the table was no one else but his father, George McFly, also thirty years younger. He recognized Biff, and winced. "Oh hi, Biff, guys, how's it hanging" he said, wimpy, trying to keep himself from being afraid for the older guy.

Marty came to his senses fairly soon, and sneaked out of the Café as Biff and George started doing an all too familiar 'your shoe's untied' sequence, which, naturally, ended up in George falling for it. Marty winced at his father's gullibility, and wished he could do something to stand up for him, his scientific part of mind immediately reminding him that he couldn't, he shouldn't do anything, as this was supposed to happen in the natural course of time.

Marty, however, did feel himself drawn to the scene, and watched on, as Biff demanded his homework, asked George if anyone was home, and reminded his victim that he slept in Sunday's, which had changed into Saturday's by 1985. Finally, Biff headed off, and after having a brief chat with Goldie Wilson, who tried to convince George to stand tall, the young teenager headed out, too, stepped onto his bike and rode off to a destination that Marty immediately realized.

"Of course" the teen genius whispered, fascinated. "He's going to watch birds, fall out of a tree, and get hit by my male ancestor two generations removed through female line of ancestry, with his four-wheeled gas-powered transportation device!" Amazed by his folks on the verge of meeting, he ignored his car and followed George, making sure he wasn't seen by the teenager or gave a suspicious impression on anyone who happened to pass by, as if he remembered this and spent time thinking about it, it could alter the space-time continuum. In fact, he shouldn't even be breathing, as he was taking in oxygen that was not taken in before. Still, that matter couldn't be avoided, and it wasn't as dangerous as interfering with his parents' first meeting, which he, of course, was not planning to do.

oooooooo

It took Marty about fifteen minutes to catch up with George, and did when he saw George's bike parked by a tree. Up in the tree, the teenager was crawling over the branch, and looking at something with a fascinated expression. As Marty followed the binoculars George was holding, the teen recognized a girl changing.

"He's a peeping tom!" Marty uttered, not knowing any other scientific ways to describe this unexpected phenomenon.

If George had heard this or not was insecure – what was secure was that the teen suddenly lost grip, slid around the branch, his feet fell down, and finally, his hands went loose too, dropping him in front of an upcoming car.

Marty's intelligent 'not interfere with past events' brain had to keep every single muscle in his body from moving as the vehicle hit his father. George dropped on his back, unconscious, like Marty would've done if he had been hit instead. The teenager watched, in disbelief, as Sam Baines came out.

His grandfather walked over to George, and inspected the unconscious teen for a moment, just as Marty came to his senses. He had to walk away now. His parents' meeting was ensured, and now, all he had to do was go to…"

"Hey, you! Yeah, you without the hat!"

Marty froze in his steps, and didn't want to turn around. "Who, me?" he asked, in a high-pitched kind of voice.

Sam walked over to him. "Yeah, you!" he called out. "Can you help me get this kid into the house? My wife's expecting our next child, and I sure can't do it alone!"

Marty knew that his grandfather had done it alone in the original timeline, once realizing that his wife, Stella, couldn't do it – which he now did realize earlier on – ending up getting his back hurt for weeks. If he helped now, that would be prevented, but at least he could assure that his parents did meet. Also, running away now would cause a lot of commotion, and if he was seen with Emmett, Sam could blame the horse breeder-to-be for the current cause of events, causing a lot of trouble for the guy and possibly disabling him to continue his works on the ranch. He shivered at a potential change of history, then made up his mind.

"I'll help" he said, turning around and following Sam to his unconscious father. "What do I have to do?"

Sam looked at him like he was an idiot, then finally grabbed George's head. "Grab his feet" he ordered, and gestured for Marty to grab George's legs. "I'll take his head."

It took the two of them a few minutes to carry the unconscious teen up to the house, where Stella was waiting for them. Marty and Sam settled George on the couch for a moment, and then taking him upstairs to Lorraine Baines' room.

Lorraine, aged seventeen, came out, and spotted first only her father and George. "What happened?" she asked, shocked.

"I hit this young man here with the car" Sam said, annoyed. "Came fallin' right out of a tree. I sure hope that he isn't hurt too bad, or the guy's parents might accuse me of hitting him on purpose." He then turned down the stairs. "Hey, kid! Hurry up there, will ya!"

"Who are you talking to?" Lorraine asked, curiously.

"Some kid that was watching as his pal got hit" Sam said. "I asked him to help me."

Marty appeared up in a moment, too distracted by George to notice Lorraine's instant feelings of affection upon seeing his face. He helped his grandfather carry George over to the spare bed in Lorraine's room, and settled the teenager there, sighing from exhaustion. Finally, the job was done.

As he turned around to leave, though, and was about to head down the stairs, he heard the door shut behind him, and Lorraine appeared to have followed him. "What's the matter?" the teen genius asked. "Aren't you going to stay behind to nurse the victim your direct male ancestor one generation removed hit?"

Lorraine blinked at his big words, then smiled, walking closer to him. "Maybe" she allowed. "I just wanted to thank you… for helping my father… with carrying this boy inside…" She paused for a moment. "What's your name, anyway?"

"Um, Marty" the teen said, settling for not speaking his last name aloud yet. "Pleased to make my acquaintance." He shook Lorraine's hand, not noticing her constant gazing at him.

"Nice to meet you too, Marty" Lorraine said, smiling. "I'm sorry about your friend… I'm Lorraine Baines, by the way." She paused for a moment. "Where do you live?"

Marty was a little caught off-guard by that question, but soon recovered. "At Mister Brown's mansion, 1640 Riverside Drive" he prompted, almost immediately. "I'm staying there for this week… I'm his nephew, by the way. My mom was his sister."

"Oh, I see" Lorraine said, nodding. "Well, I guess I'll see you around."

Marty nodded, smiling slightly in agreement, then headed out and hurried down the stairs. Soon, he was outside again, and was walking towards the Brown mansion on 1640 Riverside Drive.