Author's Note: New chapter. Marty meets Emmett '55. Emmett '55 gets the most boring time travel lecture ever. Other things happen. That was the summary, if anyone wants to read more, go on and read the chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own the A-Team. But that doesn't really matter as this is a BTTF story. Not that I own that, but still...

3: Chapter Three

Emmett's mansion looked exactly the same as it did in 1985, except for the fact that there were no horses anywhere around. Marty walked up through the driveway, and soon arrived at the front door, and knocked, hoping for his friend to open up soon. He wondered if Emmett was awake already, by now… it was just ten-thirty, two hours after hitting his head. Then again, one could have hope.

And that hope was granted about a few moments later, when a younger Emmett opened the door, and shut it almost immediately again. Marty looked around in astonishment, then knocked, hard. "Open up!" he demanded.

Emmett now looked out of the doorway again. "What do you want?" he said, a bandage now being clear on the right side of his forehead. "I was busy thinking, kid."

"I know" Marty said, realizing what was going on. "I know what you're thinking about, too – about a new idea for a horse ranch. Emmett Brown's Horse Ranch. That's what you are planning to do in your life, ever since you slipped this morning when hanging a clock and hit your head on the sink. Isn't that true?"

Emmett gasped. "How did you know about that?" he asked, stunned. "I only came up with that vision ten minutes ago! I had been out for two hours once I hit my head…"

"I'm from the times that have yet to arrive due to the natural course of time from your current perspective" Marty said. "Future, if you wish. I came here in a time machine that I invented and it needs fuel. Since you are one day supposed to be my companion, in a time which I won't tell you as it might pose danger to the space-time continuum, I came to your house to find a place to stay."

Emmett's eyes went wide at that lengthy explanation. Finally, he asked: "Who said I'd believe you and let you stay here? For all I know, you can be a prank kid pulling pranks on you."

"Would a regular prank kid know something you only came up with ten minutes ago and didn't speak a word about to anyone, yet?"

"…true. But time travel…"

"It's theoretically true, according to Einstein's laws of relativity" Marty said, going off in what his friend would one day call 'Science lecture mode'. "If a solid object has a mass large enough to warp space-time into a way that makes it go a long way while you can access a shorter one with your device, it's theoretically possible to head back in time. Also, you can somehow try to go faster than the speed of light, so you will also go faster and head back through the space-time continuum. My invention, the flux capacitor, one I came up with seven years, seven months, nineteen days ago my time and twenty-two years, four months and nine days into the time that has not occurred yet for you, on March seventh, 1978, combines the two methods, leaving a third, one that sees time as a line like the other dimensions in which you can move forwards and backwards, aside as it would possibly pose the risk of going back not instantaneously, which would no doubt move you, even with the slightest nanosecond of backwards time travel, into yourself, duplicating your molecules into the same body and skin, which your body won't be able to survive and your atoms will split with amazing force. My flux capacitor makes it possible for a vehicle, if the flux dispersal field is tight shut, to access immense gravity and speed once hitting eighty-eight by releasing 1.21 gigawatt's of energy in the time of just a few brief seconds, therefore travelling back into time towards the input date by taking you out of the universe and back into it in just one split microsecond, and making you move to the exact date and time you want to go to. Took me years to realize, but I did, eventually." He smiled, proudly, and looked inside at his friend. "If you want any more evidence, I'd suggest you…"

He stopped short as he looked down. Lying there was his friend, Emmett Brown, unconscious. Emmett had not fainted, Marty realized after closer inspection – hearing Marty's long lecture, he'd simply fallen asleep.

"Emmett!"

The thirty-five-year-old looked up, surprised, then gulped as he saw Marty's face above him. "Oh, uh, hi kid."

"You fell asleep" Marty said, as a matter of fact.

Emmett shrugged. "So? It was really boring… I doubt even you deny that."

Marty frowned. "I do deny that, in fact" he said, looking at Emmett. "We might have different interests, but I did not rate that as being 'boring'. Aren't you in any way fascinated by how the space-time continuum works?"

"No, thank you."

Marty sighed. "I guess Emmett managed to adapt to me reasonably well, then" he said. "Your future self, I mean."

"You're still talking about the future?" Emmett asked.

"I am" Marty said, firmly. "And I'm going to continue doing that until you finally go and believe it."

"To tell you the truth – I already do" Emmett said. "Many of the things you told me are too weird for words, unless you really time travelled. I might not be a scientist like you appear to be, but I know a joke when I see it, and you're serious. Also, no prank kid could even remember a third of what you have just told me to sound convincing. So, I think I believe you, yes."

Marty sighed in relief. "Finally!"

"Sorry it took so long" Emmett said. "But you have to admit it's a weird story." He looked past the teenager. "Where is your time machine?"

Marty smiled. "I'll show you…"

oooooooo

"You left it out here on the street? It could've been stolen!"

Marty blushed. "Well, even scientists forget things sometimes" he said, somewhat defensively. "Don't tell me you ever thought they don't. That sounds a bit unrealistic… don't you admit? Anyway, sometimes I happen to be a bit distracted. And seeing my male ancestor one generation removed at age 17 solar years that are made up by using the moving of our home planet around the star known as 'sun' and edits made by Pope Gregorian XII in 1582 making this the Gregorian calendar, as well as 7 months and 4 days and knowing the fascinating fact that he is about to first be introduced to the female unit that is my female ancestor once…"

"…can you quit the technician stuff?" Emmett asked. "I'm going to fall asleep on you again, if you don't do so. I barely got past the first ten words of that sentence."

Marty blushed again. "Sorry" he said, apologetically. "I guess I have to adjust to this some more. I'm used to you just listening and trying to comprehend what I am saying, as opposed to your current reactions as you are not native to hearing my to you somewhat complicated talk."

"I'm sure it's not as weird for you as it is for me" Emmett muttered. "I can't believe it. You're actually from the future. You're actually willing to be my friend, you're used to being my friend. I didn't think I'd ever get a friend. I was always singled out as being the richest of us all, living in a mansion, you know. And I also was determined to work hard, seeing as I didn't have that much of an IQ… and I still haven't got it. Well, I guess that I wasn't the dumbest in the class, but there certainly were kids smarter than I am."

"I can understand how it is to be singled out" Marty said, sighing. "For me it wasn't so much the 'rich' part, as my parents are mostly lower-class. It was the 'smart' part. I was told by my teachers that I was incredibly smart and that I should make something of myself, and I was focused on doing just that. With that, I spent a lot of my free time, constructing things in the lab, working on chemistry…" He looked at Emmett, smiling. "You helped me with that, you know. Not that much, as you didn't realize how most of the devices worked, but you did help me."

"Glad to have been of service" Emmett said, as he looked at the truck, intrigued at the devices, allowing Marty to ponder past and future for a moment. He knew that, at the Twin Pines Mall, his friend which was here, so very much alive, would be shot. But should he tell him? It would pose great danger to history, no doubt. Then again, he owed it to his friend. After all, Emmett had saved his life.

"Say, Marty?" Emmett said, interrupting Marty's thoughts. "How do these circuits work?"

"Just turn the switch next to the driver's seat" Marty said, as he went over to join Emmett in the truck. As Emmett did so, the time circuits lit up in full glory. "As you can see, the Present Time is 11:58 AM, which is exactly what it is right now."

"I think it should be about time for heading back to the mansion" Emmett argued. "We could have some dinner there, and then, we'll collect some leaves to help you get back home."

Marty nodded, smiling. "That sounds like an appropriate idea" he said. "Let's go." He pushed onto the gas, and soon, the truck was heading over towards 1640 Riverside Drive.

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"Emmett!"

Emmett Brown looked up, blushing. "Oh, hi Marty."

Marty looked past him towards the television set which Emmett was watching, where he could see the truck carrying 749 backing off. "What on earth are you doing!" he exclaimed. "Why did you attach the video unit to the television set? This is incredibly dangerous! The events of this video are still 29 years, 11 months, 20 days, 14 hours and 2 minutes into the times that have yet to come from the world's … ah, never mind! The thing here is, that these events haven't happened yet, and watching them could pose great risks to the continuing of the space-time continuum!"

Emmett looked at Marty, and shrugged. "I thought that it wouldn't mean that much harm" he said. "Kind of weird, though. Watching yourself, older, and knowing that it isn't really you… it's kind of creepy."

"It depends" Marty said. "As long as you're used to it, then it is okay. But yeah… if you're not prepared, or at least, if you haven't got as much preparation, then I can understand your thoughts. This is kind of strange to an inexperienced watcher. I suppose that you would call it 'heavy'."

"I dunno, I've never weighed the thing."

Marty smirked slightly. "I suppose that said phrase isn't used in it's 1980s context, then. Well, it doesn't matter. What does matter is that you should turn it off." He moved over to the video, ignored the view, which displayed the truck coming closer and closer, and switched the recorder off. "No man should know too much about events that have yet to come in his own personal life, after all."

Emmett frowned. "I was just curious" he said, shrugging. "I mean, it's not like you've told me anything about you, yet. It's been about six hours since we've met, now, it's nearing evening time, and yet, I know very little about you."

"You're not supposed to know much about me" Marty said. "You're supposed to act completely neutral when we meet in 1977."

"Like that's possible now" Emmett said. "After twenty-two years, I'll probably be burning with curiosity." He looked at Marty. "I suppose I can't know too much about important things, as I'd be tempted to influence them, but what harm could seeing, for example, what your family is like, do?"

"Do you promise to leave me be afterwards?" Marty said.

"Promise" Emmett said.

"All right, then" Marty said, grabbing his wallet and opening it. He flipped through a few pages, then handed over a picture. "Here" he said. "My male relative… I mean, my brother, my sister and I. My brother is Dave, he's 23, and my sister is Linda, she's 19. And that's all I'm going to tell."

Emmett studied the picture for a moment, then lied it down and placed it in the wallet again. "What age did you say your brother was again?" he asked.

"Twenty-three solar years, rounded off according to the common measurements" Marty said. "Why?"

Emmett shrugged. "It's just uncommon to be bald at that age in the '50s."

"Bald?" Marty repeated. "Dave isn't bald."

Emmett frowned. "Take a look" he said, passing the picture over to the teen. "If that isn't bald, then I must be seeing things."

Marty looked at the picture, and indeed, Dave's hair was gone. "This doesn't make sense" he muttered. "It isn't supposed to be such a way." He studied the picture closely. "It was still normal yesterday… it looks like it's just… erased."

The next moment, Marty felt himself almost collapsing. "Great Scott!" he exclaimed, his face pale. "He's being erased… erased from existence!"

"What, what?" Emmett asked, confused.

"He's fading out" Marty explained. "That can only mean one thing – I have caused him not to be born!"

Emmett tried to grasp it. "You mean, he won't be born, now?" he asked. "But that can't just happen like this, can it? Have you done something to cause it?"

"No!" Marty exclaimed, slightly panicking. "At least, I thought so… unless interfering with my male ancestor one generation removed encountering my female ancestor one generation removed really did cause something to happen…"

"You talked to them?" Emmett asked.

Marty nodded. "Yes. My male ancestor… my father got hit by the car of my grandfather, and then my grandfather, noticing me, asked me to help him take my father into the house. I helped him, fearing that he'd go looking for me if I ran off, and I assured that my mother and my father encountered each other – well, my father was still knocked out, but at least my mother saw him. I did have a short conversation with her, but I doubt that said conversation could've changed much…" He groaned.

"Now, calm down" Emmett said. "We'll solve this mess, okay? Have you got any idea how to stop this?"

"As much as I'd hate to do so, I guess I'd have to interfere with the daily life of my ancestors once again" Marty said. "I have to make sure that they encounter each other the usual way." He stared at the picture in his hand. "I'm not leaving 1955 until I'm sure that Dave is fully restored to that photograph!"

"Relax, relax, no one's asking you to do so" Emmett said. "Just calm down, okay? We'll find a way." He sighed. "I guess that you'd better not call them right away – maybe they become closer during the weekend anyway – why don't you go to school on Monday? That would be a nice place for them to encan… encon… to meet each other."

"I suppose so" Marty said, sighing. "Well, I guess that I have no other option." He sighed. "Monday it is then."

"Good. And up until then, didn't you say earlier that you had something else to do…"