Disclaimer: I don't own Back to the Future Part I, II and III.

Author's Note: This chapter contains a certain development.

9:Chapter Nine

George McFly was feeling quite uncomfortable. Granted, he was somewhat proud that, for once in his life, he had managed to develop some courage, and actually walk up to Marty to question him about the lack of broadcasting. However, he was still a little uncertain whether he should do this or not. After all, the gym was near. George hoped that he wouldn't get seen by anyone from the dance, and if he was, that it wasn't Biff, or Mark Dixon. If there was anyone that he hated, it was those two, with Biff's gang coming right behind them, along with Dixon's 'friends'.

The teenager sighed, as he realised that, after all those years of pestering and bullying, he still hadn't managed to do anything against this never-ending mistreatment by his classmates, or sometimes, by pupils from a higher grade. He'd tried a few years ago to stand up for himself, but that had failed. Ever since then, George's life had been miserable. Sometimes, he told himself that it wasn't all too bad, and that he should remain optimistic. Still, Biff's abuse (which he had grown used to by now) would end that temporary optimistic spirit, and would lead George's mood into the old downwards spiral again.

George looked up, and thought some more. Now, according to his watch, it was 8:58. He should be able to meet Marty in just about two minutes. All right, so here was the park, and then if he would go through these trees then he would…

…bump into someone else. "Watch where you're going!" a familiar female voice exclaimed.

A stunned George looked up, to face Lorraine Baines. Immediately, he began to blush, as he always did when seeing her. "Sorry, Lorraine" he whispered, nervously. "I was thinking."

Lorraine recognised him. "George!" she said, smiling faintly before a worried look returned to her face. "Listen, George, it's nice to see you, but I have to go. It's Marty. He went off for a walk and he didn't return. I'm afraid something might've happened to him, however he told me not to worry."

George had a hard time keeping track of the confusing parts of the story and how it mixed with the tales that Marty had told him. "Marty?" he finally settled on. "I was just looking for him, too. Shall we try to search him together?"

Lorraine pondered that for a moment. "Okay" she said. "Two can see more than one after all."

Together, they set off to look for Marty, as George told Lorraine about the broadcasting problems, while hiding the reason for Marty wanting him to attend the dance. Lorraine then shook her head, chuckling a bit. "George, why would Marty do that?" she said. "It's probably just a coincidence." She frowned. "And why would he tell you that he'd be available to talk to at nine P.M.? I was planning to go to the dance with him, after all." She smiled. "I am so looking forward to that, you know. Dancing with Marty, and, during a particularly romantic song, we can then kiss..."

George tried to ignore her stories about Marty. "It's probably all a misunderstanding" he admitted. "I did speak to his uncle after all, not to him. Still, I thought that it was rather weird that Marty would –"

He stopped short as he recognised some strange lights ahead of him, flashing in their direction and changing colours every few seconds. He gasped, unable to conceal his surprise or his excitement. "The aliens have landed!"

Lorraine looked at him with a frown. "George, I don't think that chance is really big."

George ignored her, his nervousness around girls all but forgotten – this was more important! "Well, it is a possibility" he said, thrilled. "Even if the chance isn't big, I'm sure that aliens do exist." He looked forward, wondering whether he should go ahead and walk up to the spaceship, if there was one, or stay. His curiosity and his fear were fighting for the power in his head – which wasn't really the nicest feeling of all times.

And then, the choice was taken away from him. An unfamiliar figure stepped forwards out of the shadows, and as George looked closer, he realised that it did look like an alien, as in the magazines he had at home. He swallowed, and wondered what he should do, as he felt an arm tugging on his. He looked to his left, and saw Lorraine, who was obviously nervous as well, pull him close to her. It was a nice sensation, and he felt excited about actually being the one other people had to rely on for once, instead of the other way round.

"Good evening, earthlings" the figure announced, in a dark and low, but still faintly familiar voice. "My name is Darth Vadar. I'm an extra-terrestrial from the planet Vulcan!"

"A what?" Lorraine repeated.

"You're an alien?" George stammered, recognizing the word. "Really?"

In response, Darth Vadar reached down to a bag he had with him, and pulled out something that looked like headphones, with some modifying device. Within a few moments, George heard some really weird and loud noise coming out of the machine. He took a few steps backwards, and saw that Lorraine was pale.

"Silence, earthlings!" Darth Vadar shouted. "I've come here to tell you that the head of the Intergalactic Empire of Vulcania has decided that earthling George and earthling Lorraine must fall in love with each other and marry to produce a child that shall be elected to become a space hero and the ambassador of Vulcania on the planet Earth. Therefore, we have kidnapped your previous date, miss earthling, namely one earthling Clint Eastwood, also known as 'Marty'. He is in our way and shall be made a captive and transferred to Vulcan."

"You mean, you're kidnapping him?" George said, astonished. "But… you…"

"Marry!" Lorraine exclaimed, feeling more shocked by that part of the alien's speech. "No way! No offence, but…"

George swallowed, as he didn't feel entirely up to the task as well. "Why us!" he exclaimed. "Why didn't this head of the empire select any other earth couple – heck, I shouldn't say 'any other couple' as we aren't one! If you were going to get a couple to marry, why not take an established one like Marty and Lorraine! Not that I want you to do that, of course, but..." He paused, feeling desperate. "We don't want this!"

In response, the alien took a weird device, and pointed it at George. When it was put on, it let free a lot of warm wind, which blew George's hair backwards. Hurriedly, he himself took a few steps backwards, as well, until a signal from Mr. Vadar told him to stay put or face the consequences. "All right" he said, back to his unconfident self. "We'll marry! We'll marry!"

"Yeah" Lorraine said, also nervous. "We'll do that, sir."

Darth Vadar seemed more pleased, and if he wasn't an alien, he might've smiled. "All right" he said. "Know that we are fully aware of what you do, even of what you think. If you try to break-up your relationship or marriage before producing at least three children out of whom the head of the empire can choose, we'll come back and take you to Vulcan as well."

"Why three?" Lorraine inquired, boldly.

"That is none of your business" Darth Vadar said with a deep voice, glaring at her through his mask or whatever it was. Lorraine took a step back. "All right" she muttered, horrified. "We won't break up."

"Good" Darth Vadar said. "Then I can go now."

"Oh, no, butthead, you can't!"

George and Lorraine, as well as Darth Vadar himself, looked up, surprised, as an angry Biff walked up to the scene. George winced as Biff approached. He wondered what Biff would want from him, and whether the alien would do anything against it. Unbeknownst to him, though, it wasn't George McFly who Biff was after this time around.

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Marty looked stunned at the person approaching. His happiness from finally making progress in getting his parents together faded away now he saw Biff, and the look on Biff's face. What was going on here?

"I've got a score to settle with you" Biff said, looking at Marty. "And yeah, I mean you!"

Marty pointed the hair dryer at Biff. "I'm an extra-terrestrial from the planet Vulcan! Take one step closer and I shall melt your brain!"

The hair dryer had not the wished effect. Instead, Biff started laughing. "Yeah, right!" he exclaimed. "Really! Listen, butthead, I don't know what that thing does, and I don't care either. However, it is a fact that you're not an alien! I heard that butthead Brown talking about you and your 'alien suit' at the Square!" With that, he pushed off Marty's hood, revealing Marty's face. The younger teen then winced, as Biff pushed him to the ground and kicked him in the stomach with his right feet. Marty winced as he was lying there, barely capable of getting up and feeling pain throughout his entire body.

"Marty?" Lorraine squeaked, stunned. "What's going on here!"

"Well, lookee what we have here" Biff sneered. "If that ain't Lorraine Baines." He turned back to Marty. "Weren't you dating this girl, butthead? Maybe I can take her, and then we'll forget my fifteen hundred bucks." He stepped forward and took a hold on Lorraine's arm.

"Leave me alone!" Lorraine exclaimed, as George just stood helpless, too stunned and frightened to do anything.

"Yeah, leave her alone!" Marty exclaimed, trying to stumble to his feet but earning himself another kick, which left him barely conscious. "What… do… you… mean… by… that… anyway?"

Biff rolled his eyes. "For what happened to my car, butthead" he said. "I ruined the whole front last Thursday, and it's all your fault!"

Marty began to lose consciousness, as he thought about what Biff meant. And then, suddenly, he remembered clearly the event which he had pushed to the back of his mind already, but which was still alive and clear for Biff.

Marty sighed, as he entered Lou's Café. He'd been trying to convince George the entire week. Finally, the broadcasting plan seemed to work. He wasn't sure, though, which made him be very uncertain about his existence.

The teenager moved over to the bar, and sat down on one of the chairs. He was just thinking about whether he'd order something, and what, when the door was slammed open, and Biff appeared. "Hey Eastwood!"

Marty took a breath and looked at Biff, firmly. "What do you want, Biff?"

Biff walked over to him and slapped him in the face. His gang appeared behind him and followed him in. Biff just glared at Marty. "You should stay away from George McFly, butthead" he said. "Trying to convince him to fall in love with Lorraine. And yeah, I know. Match overheard you two talking in the square. You'd better stop that, butthead." He glared at the other teen. "I don't like you trying to destroy my relationship with Lorraine."

"You don't have a relationship with Lorraine" Marty argued.

"Oh, yes I do" Biff responded. "But I don't care what you think about it. I'm going to punch you for it anyway."

Marty felt nervous. "Um, Biff?" he asked, pointing behind the bully. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Biff fell for it, and looked behind him. Marty took a deep breath and then swung his fist into Biff's face, nearly knocking him out and causing him to fall to the ground. The teenager managed to avoid the gang and escape the Café as Biff stumbled back onto his feet. The chase was on.

Marty just ran away as fast as he could, unsure of what to do. He saw a skateboard nearby, but he'd never skateboarded before and wasn't going to try now. If he didn't think of something fast, he would be hurt severely by Biff and the gang.

Suddenly, he recognised the Texaco, and dashed towards the shop. If only the thing he was looking for was around…

But yes, luck was with him for once. Marty took the can of oil, and ran away from the shop again, facing Biff and his friends, who had somehow gotten their hands on a car – he should've noticed Biff's automobile standing near earlier. Letting out a shriek, Marty ran towards the nearest grass field, Biff and his gang following him in the car, coming closer, closer… they were on the verge of hitting him…

Then, as soon as they reached the grass field, Marty slammed the can down on the stones and jumped out of the way into the grass. Biff's car reached the oil an instant later and began slipping on it. Within moments he slammed the car into a window of a store. The window shattered, and the front of the car didn't look very good either.

Still, the statistics of the gang members and Biff himself seemed to be all right, so Marty wasn't betting on them being unable to come after him, and raced out of the spot. Moments later, though, he heard Biff's final frustrated cry:

"I'm going to get you for this, Eastwood!"

Marty sighed, feeling miserable. For once, Biff had been right. He was getting him for this. George was helpless, Lorraine threatened by Biff's advances. Emmett was unknowing at the Square. And he himself was, one hour before all had to be fixed, beaten up hard. He sighed once more, and then he let go and slipped into unconsciousness.

oooooooo

George felt helpless, as the situation he was in was hopeless. Biff had knocked Marty or Darth Vadar or whatever it was out, and was currently making advances towards Lorraine, trying to kiss her, while also attempting to pull down her dress. Lorraine, however, resisted a lot. "Leave me alone!" she shouted, helpless. "Leave me! Quit bothering me! George, help me!"

Biff started to laugh. "Do you really think that McFly could help you?" he exclaimed. "That's so stupid. McFly, get outta here, before miss Baines gets the wrong thoughts about her fate. And don't come back. I don't like you watching me taking Lorraine's virginity."

George took a deep breath, as he looked at Lorraine, who was helpless. If he didn't do anything now, Lorraine would be raped for sure. He looked at Biff. "No, Biff," he nervously began. "Could you… I mean, you should… I mean… leave her alone."

Biff looked at him amused. "What's the matter, McFly?" he asked, temporary stopping his attempts to kiss Lorraine. "Have you gone nuts? You know that I am not going to leave Lorraine alone. Why should I? She's my girl. She obviously likes me, even though she doesn't know it yet."

George rolled his eyes. "I'm serious, Biff" he managed. "You leave her alone."

Biff began to get mad. "Repeat that again, McFly?"

For a moment, George wanted to leave. Then he looked at Lorraine's desperate eyes, at the unconscious Marty/Darth Vadar/whatever, and knew that his friend would've wanted him to do this. "You leave her alone" he repeated. "Now. You get away from Lorraine now."

Biff walked over to him. "Guess you didn't understand me" he said, simply.

And then he took George's arm, and twisted it behind his back.

George couldn't even scream anymore, so much did it hurt. I should've never gone to the dance tonight! Why couldn't I have stayed at home?

"Leave him alone, Biff!" Lorraine shouted. George looked up to see Biff ignore her, and even push her to the ground, leaving her hurt and helpless.

Fury came up in his mind. He glared at Biff, who was laughing at the scene. The bully was laughing. George's left hand clenched into a fist, and as Biff turned to look towards him, one well-directed slam into his face brought that smile off his face. Biff spun around and hit the ground, unconscious.

George gasped at him. He was getting angry, he realised that, but he hadn't guessed that he'd actually knock Biff unconscious. His mouth opened and closed a few times, stunned at what had happened.

As he heard a soft gasp below, he looked at Lorraine. Looking into her eyes, beautiful as always and this time wide open and staring at him, at him alone, he couldn't help but blush as he stammered: "Are you okay?"

Nodding, Lorraine got to her feet and looked at him, stunned, while George looked back, just as astonished. Lorraine reached out to George and they embraced, and could've stood there staring at each other for minutes if not for the noise from the side.

"Mother?"

George and Lorraine looked over to the direction of the noise. George took a deep breath, as curiosity came up in him after he realised what was going on. Marty was waking up.