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Author's Note: New chapter for SmartMarty.

5: Chapter Five

Marty McFly growled, as he came home from school. It was now Tuesday and he still hadn't managed to make Lorraine fall in love with George, or get George to ask her out. Granted, the latter would probably be possible if he put his mind to it, but as long as Lorraine wasn't in love with George yet, it wasn't necessary as she'd turn him down.

What to do, what to do…

"Great Scott, six seconds! Get out of the way, Emmett!"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Marty looked into the living room astonished, to see the television screen, the truck appearing on it, frozen in ice, and Emmett, almost glued to the screen. He sighed, as he walked forwards, and tapped Emmett on the shoulder. "Hi."

Emmett screamed for a moment, then noticed who it was and quickly switched off the television. "Marty" he said. "You scared me."

Marty looked at the television screen for a few moments. "Emmett" he then muttered. "There's… there's something that I haven't spoken out-loud to you as of the current moment."

Emmett looked at the teenager. "Is it about the future?" he guessed. Marty nodded.

"Then I don't want to hear it" Emmett said, firmly, surprising Marty. "I mean… you always said that it was wrong. I don't want you to go back on your principles. I'm already way confused about what's all happened up until now. I don't want to get even more knowludge…"

"Knowledge" Marty corrected.

"…knowledge about what will happen. I might let it slip somewhere. I… I don't want to hear it." He looked at his friend. "Marty, it's very kind that you are planning to do this for me, but I'm sorry. I can't just accept it."

Marty wondered whether he should press on, but then he figured that he could always do that some other time. He had more things to do, after all. "Anyway," he said, "what have you been doing here, today?"

"Not much" Emmett said. "I did not manage to get all the trash you needed, though." He looked at the teen. "You really did have strict rules about this, you know. Don't collect by houses, only collect in remote, open areas, after carefully checking that no one sees you… leave a few papers behind to take the place of the trash, coloured to look as if they are trash…"

Marty blushed. "I suppose so" he said. "I don't want to alter history, though. Even collecting trash might do that." He sighed. "I just wish there was some other way…"

He then paused. "Wait a moment – there is another way! I could just attach a… something to the flux capacitor, and try to grab some of the electricity in the lightning bolt next Saturday night!"

"Is there going to be lightning next Saturday?" Emmett asked.

Marty nodded. "Yeah" he said. "November twelfth, 1955, is the infamous date of the lightning bolt hitting the local clock tower." He started pacing up and down. "Let's see… it should be possible to get that lightning down to the connecting hook…" He stared at the truck. "It might work. If I could somehow… replace those cans on the temporal field warping and displacement machine, and get a… storage unit… for the lightning to go through…" He grabbed a piece of paper and started to scribble down calculations. "Let's see, it should be about this big… assuming we need no more than 1.21 gigawatt's of electricity… maybe the trash we've got could help too…"

"Um, Marty?" Emmett asked. "Before you start being busy with that, I wanted to ask you… how did it go today?"

The teenager thought for a moment. "Bad" he then finally concluded. "Neither of them seem to be willing to be seriously amorously infuated with each other and be in a relationship that should eventually conclude in engaging in actual together living behaviour after getting into a formal but happy ceremony at a church."

Emmett sighed. "I'm afraid that I can't help you, either" he said. "I don't have any experience with girls."

Marty sighed, realizing that, in the future, Emmett would in fact have that experience. It didn't matter right now, though. "So, you have no idea on what to do?"

"Do they have any hobbies, you know?" Emmett asked. "Things they like to do?"

"My male ancestor one generation removed has admitted to me that he likes scientific fiction" Marty said. "However, I am unaware whether my female ancestor one generation removed would like it."

"Yeah, and I doubt that you could recruit a few aliens to make them get together" Emmett said, with a smirk.

Marty's eyes went wide. "That's it!" he exclaimed.

"What?" Emmett asked, confused. "I didn't say anything!" He frowned. "You aren't really going to call a few aliens, are you?" He looked at Marty. "Knowing you, or at least from what I've seen of you so far, you do seem like the type who could manage to make a machine in order to call them, though…"

Marty shook his head. "No, that isn't it" he said. "Well, I mean it is. Not exactly, but… the alien phenomenon." He started pacing up and down. "With help of future technology, I should be able to convince George and Lorraine that they should fall in love because an extra-terrestrial being demands them to do so. The problem, though, is coming up with a realistic plan, that makes them get together, be convinced, and makes the whole thing realistic so that they'll believe it."

"Sounds kind of hard" Emmett commented.

"It should be hard" Marty nodded. "I'll have to figure out a way to do it, though. It's either that or being erased from existence all together."

"Doesn't seem like fun to me either" Emmett said, shaking his head.

"Oh, it won't be" Marty said. "I haven't studied it ever before, but it does not sound like it's a very good idea."

"Right" Emmett nodded. "So, what are you going to do now?"

"Write down my plans for Saturday night, as for returning home" the teen prompted. "After that, I should make a model for it. If you want, you could help me by collecting cans and making a model of the Courthouse Square with them."

"I should be able to do that" Emmett said. "I always was kind of creative, you know. I never really got to put it to use, as I lacked intelligence. I should be able to do something like that, though. Also, I should have enough cans and boxes around."

"Thanks, Emmett" Marty said, with a smile. "I do appreciate this, you know."

"Ah, I suppose I just like helping out a friend" the future ranch owner said. He walked off to collect the boxes, while Marty started studying his notes. It shouldn't be too hard to get a plan that would help him back home. Making it fool-proof would be harder, but making his parents fall in love would most likely be the hardest task of all. He sighed, as he went to work. His plans would better be good, or he'd be erased in no time. On the photograph, Dave's feet were all that remained of him and even they were very faint. Marty would do good by hurrying up.

oooooooo

"Emmett! Wake up!"

The older man looked up, and found himself facing Marty McFly. He checked the calendar and the clock – 7:55 AM, on Wednesday, November 9th. "What's wrong?" he managed to ask.

"Nothing" the teen assured him. "I just wanted to show you that I finished my work. My model is, with your significant help, completed."

"Nice" Emmett muttered. He checked the clock. "But why at almost eight A.M. in the morning?"

The teen scientist shrugged. "Why not?" he asked.

Emmett sighed. "You – and I, for that matter – need our sleep" he explained. "You can't be up all the time. You should take some time to go to sleep, you know. You'll get tired eventually."

The teenager sighed. He could've expected this kind of lecture. "I know, but I was hoping to get it finished as soon as possible" he said. "Come on, let me show you what I made!"

Grinning like a kid on Christmas Eve, Marty walked down the hallway, Emmett following a few moments later. "Maybe I shouldn't have given that kid access to all my stuff after all" he muttered, as he followed the teen to the living room.

As Emmett then saw what Marty had made, he really did feel quite stunned. He hadn't figured that Marty would go that much into detail. He'd even painted some of the more important buildings. All together, it seemed like a perfect model of the Square, much better than the things that Emmett had tried the previous night.

As Emmett then looked around, he noticed a small toy car standing there, with a small toy can attached to it, for the electricity.

"Look" Marty said, as he walked over to the model. "I am afraid I don't have the whole Square entirely to detail as it's probably not very much to scale. I apologize for that."

"It's all right" Emmett responded.

"Thanks" Marty said, leaning forwards to grab the toy car. It read 'temporal truck'. The car was then given to Emmett, who was to hold it above the street, at a point where he noticed a sign saying 'start here'.

"You'll take care of the car, I'll simulate the lightning bolt" Marty said. Emmett nodded, and Marty grabbed something that looked like an electrical device. He then looked at Emmett. "Set!"

As Emmett then set the truck down, it rolled away, through the street. As it neared the cables over the Square, Marty electrified the Courthouse. Fire went down the cables and hit the car, which caught flame as well. Marty let out a slight cheer, as the car went down the table.

"It'll make the house catch fire!" Emmett exclaimed, running over. However, as he looked down, he noticed that, in fact, the car was all right. It had been stopped from moving by a large bucket, which Marty now quickly grabbed and put onto the car before it could move too far. Now, as a result of a lack of oxygen, the flames would go out on their own, and the car couldn't move anymore as Marty was holding the bucket.

"Great plan" Emmett muttered, with a slight smirk. "Especially so safe."

Marty shot him a glare. "In the finished plan, it should be safe" he said. "This is just my prototype. The car won't be set aflame in that scenario – it should simply absorb those gigawatt's, and disappear thirty years into the future. As you have been able to see on that video, it looks like the car is electrified by temporal displacement, but in fact, it is not, as, when it returns, it's actually cold."

"Well, you're the scientist" Emmett said. "I suppose that you're right, then."

"Marty?"

The teenager turned towards Emmett, as he heard and recognised the voice coming from outside. "Great Scott, it's my female ancestor one generation removed!"

"What?" Emmett repeated.

"I mean, Lorraine!" Marty explained. "Quick, let's cover the temporal truck!"

Emmett nodded, and they quickly did so, as the knocking resumed. "Marty?" Lorraine asked, once again.

Marty sped towards the front door, and opened it, trying to appear as gentle as possible. "Lorraine" he said, with a faint smile. "I wasn't expecting to encounter you."

Lorraine smiled faintly, and entered. "Well, I was figuring that, since you were staying at Mr. Brown's house, that I might as well drop by, on my way to school."

Marty nodded, understanding. "I see" he said. "Um, uncle Emmett, this is Lorraine – Lorraine, this is uncle Emmett."

"Hi" Emmett said.

"Hi" Lorraine said back, then turning her attention to Marty. "Well, anyway… seeing as no one's asked me yet, I was wondering if I would get anybody to go to the dance with me."

"What about George McFly?" Marty suggested.

"Well… he's kind of cute, like a little lost puppy, but he hasn't really… you know… defended me" Lorraine said. "I think that a man should be strong… so that he can protect the woman he loves… don't you think?"

"Well, um, I suppose so" Marty said, faking a smile.

"Well, and since you stood up to Biff for me on Monday, and again the next day – I was kind of figuring that you were a better candidate" Lorraine said, smiling at Marty. "So, I wondered, would you maybe… ask me to go to the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance with you?"

Marty paused for a moment. This could somewhat disrupt his plans, but it might also help them, and he didn't really have a valid reason to back down – not one that he could tell Lorraine, anyway. He glanced at Emmett, who shrugged. Finally, he nodded. "Yeah, I suppose I would" Marty said. "Lorraine, will you go to the rhythmic ceremonial with me?"

Lorraine's face brightened, and she nodded. "Yeah, I will" she said. She then shook his hand, and walked off. "See you Saturday, Marty!"

Emmett approached Marty, confused. "Marty, you're not really going to the dance with her, are you?"

The teen sighed. "I'm afraid that I have to do so" he said. "This at least assures that my female ancestor one generation removed will attend the festivities, so that I can try to get her and George into contact. I'll just have to figure out how to do so."

Emmett looked at him, and smiled slightly. "Good luck, then, I suppose" he said. "I sure hope that it works."

Marty looked at his friend, and smiled back. "Thanks, Emmett" he said. "And it will work. I'm confident about that. If you put your internal functions to it, you can accomplish anything, after all."

"That's right" Emmett said, nodding. However, he wondered whether it would work in this case, too.

oooooooo

That night, Marty continued to think a lot about what he was supposed to do about his parents. After all, they wouldn't be very happy, if the plan failed and they found out what was going on. Therefore, he had to think this through as careful as possible – and, if possible, remove the blame for the alien incident from himself.

He'd decided that while in the car, he would walk away before Lorraine could get too close and supposedly go for a short walk. In fact, though, he would be searching for some suit which he would construct to disguise him and make him look as much like an alien as possible. He figured that he should be able to find something. Even if he wouldn't, his future devices would be able to prove to Lorraine, and George, who would be involved as well, that he was an alien. He'd packed his suitcase in the future as well as he could – there was a hair dryer in there that could possibly serve as a gun or something like that. He knew that in the past, they didn't have those devices. And a few others could help as well.

The teenager smiled. If everything was going to go as he was planning for it to go, then getting his male ancestor to ask out his female ancestor would be like a walk in the park. He wasn't exactly counting on it, though. With a faint sigh, he looked at his notes. One problem down – one to go. And that problem, getting back home, would probably give him a lot of headaches as well. Sighing, he went back to work again.