Author's Note: Hey, I know that this chapter is very short, okay? But at least I got something up. I also got two-third of the next chapter of Future Travellers ready, but I don't know where to go with it, and how to get more time before the dance starts. Marty Jr already wastes time 'till 6 'cause he fell asleep, as did Doc... but now I need to cover the following two-and-a-half hour. So please send me a PM, or suggest on another way!

2: Chapter Two

October 26, 1985

11:30 AM PST

Three sonic booms were heard as the DeLorean entered – in full daylight – 1985. Inside the car, Marty felt excited. They were home again. Home, in good old 1985. And Doc still hadn't spotted the almanac yet. They were home… unless something had gone wrong, of course. Deciding to ask it, he turned to his scientific friend. "Did we make it?" he asked, curiously. "Are we…back?" Doc smiled. "Look around" he said.

As Marty did so, he saw that he had been right. There were no flying cars around anymore, and the houses down didn't look like 1955 or 1885 for example. They were really back in 1985, and they were safe, now.

The two teenagers cramped themselves in the back seat as the DeLorean began to descend down to the ground, before landing completely. As it had landed, Doc turned around again. "It might take some time to drive this baby over to Hill Valley," he reported, "so don't be angered if it takes long. We should reach the city in only a few minutes."

And indeed, the time machine soon reached the city. Doc stopped at the McFly's house to let the teens out. "If you guys might need me, I'm in my lab, dismantling this thing" he said. "Time travel has become much too dangerous." He accelerated the speed and drove off.

"I guess it's over, now" Jennifer said. "We'll probably never know more about the future than we do now. I wonder if we ever become a rich and happy family. Well, I'm sure that fate will learn us that lesson."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that" Marty grinned, pulling out the sports almanac and showing it to Jennifer. "While you were out in the alley and I'd just finished the case with our son – I'll tell you the details later – I bought this. This baby tells the outcome of the sports events until the end of the Century. Football, baseball, anything you want. Jennifer, we could make billions of dollars out of this."

Jennifer stared up to him. "Does Doc…does he know about this?" When Marty shook his head, she sighed. "I already guessed so. Well, maybe you are right, and we might as well be able to use this for the better." She walked off, to her home. "See you tonight!" she called.

"See you" muttered Marty as he saw his future wife leave. "See you." He walked off into the house, and closed the door. The future was sure going to bring good news.

oooooooo

(Date: October 27, 1985

12:00 PM PST)

Marty McFly was feeling happy…really happy. He and Jennifer were driving back to town in Marty's 4 by 4 Toyota truck. He really liked the car, and he also had enjoyed the date at the lake he and Jennifer had that last night. Now he was even more assured that he and Jen would be spending the rest of their lives with each other.

As he pulled up to the traffic lights by Hilldale, he realised that this would be a nice place to live. "Hilldale!" he exclaimed. "This is where we could live… if we'd like to." He touched Jennifer's face. "Imagine that, Jen. I'd be a rock star, and we could live at this department. I should say, way to go." He kissed his girlfriend.

Right then, Douglas Needles pulled up next to him with his gang of three, while the radio was blasting "The Power Of Love". The bully greeted Marty. "Hey hey! The big M! How's it hanging McFly?"

"Hey Needles" Marty responded irritated. He really disliked Needles.

"Nice set of wheels" Needles commented, looking at the Toyota. "How about… next green light?"

Marty sighed. Whenever was that guy going to learn he wasn't playing along with his crazy games? He didn't want to race him. All he wanted was going home and relax. "No thanks" he snapped angrily.

Needles, however, was not intimidated. "What's the matter… chicken?" Marty froze at that word. His body tightened, his temper rose… "Nobody, calls me chicken Needles, nobody!" he called out dead angry. "Nobody, Needles!"

"Then prove it" the teen bully smirked, tauntingly.

Marty went right for it. "Surely I will" he said. "I can race this thing better than you can drive yours… and I definitely ain't a chicken."

"Don't, Marty, don't!" Jennifer called, but Marty turned towards her. "Grab an hold on something, Jen" he said. "This is going to be one hell of a ride." He revved his engine, and Needles did the same. Then, the green light came, and the two of them sped off.

As Marty turned around and looked at Needles, he saw that he was actually going faster than him, which gave him pleasure, as well as courage to go through. "Show him what you can do, baby" he thought, pushing the truck's engine up. The speedometer read seventy…eighty…ninety…

Then, a Rolls Royce sped onto the scene. Needles saw it and could avoid, it being on the left side of the road. Marty, however, was at ninety-four racing straight towards it.

"NOOOO!"

CRASH!

And then, the race was over.

Nice Chapter? I hope the next one will be longer.