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7: Chapter Seven

Sunday, September 25th, 1988

Hill Valley, California

1: 23 A. M.

"Great Scott!"

Emmett Lathrop Brown had sometimes been a nervous wreck before, but today, it was worse. Worse than ever before. He was sixty-eight years old, an age most people were retired and sat back to relax and entertain the grandkids, but in his situation, his wife, who hadn't even turned thirty yet, was giving birth to their first child.

"Great Scott" he repeated to himself. This was definitely a weird day. Well, yesterday had been. He'd woken up to find Susan in pain because she thought she was going into labour. For what seemed to be the millionth time, he'd dragged her off in panic, and found out at the hospital that nothing was wrong. He'd never believe it could happen, after wanting a kid for so long, but right now, he was getting sick of the baby.

Well, he had been during the day. He'd felt stress overcome him just after their lunch, and couldn't just keep himself calm. Finally, he went to study the time circuits' working processes, or in fact, the blueprints, as he'd blown up the actual things so much that the parts weren't even recognisable as said circuits, let alone be able to put back together. Susan now knew about the time machine – he'd told her in December – and she had been all right with him studying things for a while. Up until 4 PM, which was when he started breaking parts because of his nervousness. Susan had been forced to show him everything was all right, and in showing that, she even attempted to cook dinner. Which backfired completely, as before she knew it, the baby was seriously coming.

This time, there wasn't too much of a doubt. Emmett had quickly managed to call a delivery service for chips, and from then on, he'd stayed with Susan. The doctor had arrived at 6:30, and had declared everything to be all right. He told Doc everything was going to be all right, and left, since Doc hadn't got the expenses at hand to pay him – the last month had been really bad for the inventor in business – so Doc had been forced to take care of the child on his own.

But it had worked, in the end. The inventor smiled proudly, as he looked down at what he just had managed to get out of his wife's body. "A boy" he whispered, looking at the young baby, which slowly started breathing. "A real boy. Susan, we have a boy!" He held up the baby, and kissed his wife passionately. "Jules Eratosthenes Brown was born on…" he checked his watch. "… 1:23am and twenty-eight seconds, on Sunday, September 25th, 1988 A.D." He smiled happily. "Great Scott. A son." He stared at little Jules. "Look at me! I'm sixty-eight… since Friday, sixty-eight-and-a-half… and I'm a father of a little baby!"

"It certainly is amazing" Susan said, exhausted. "Now, why don't you lie little Jules down – and he can sleep a bit. Maybe I can try to catch some sleep, too, as I've been up for a long time. The fact is, though, that I don't really feel like I ever could sleep anymore. It's amazing that we have a son. I almost thought it wouldn't have been possible, with you being forty years older than I am…"

"Well, I've always believed that, if you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything" Doc said, with a grin. "I really believed that, even though I had my doubts when I hadn't had a breakthrough with the time machine in ages, but in the main lines, that line remained consistent."

"It's amazing how you actually met Marty in 1955" Susan said. "And even at seventeen, while your actual meeting wasn't until 1975, when Marty was only seven. It must hurt to you, that your friend for so long is no longer your friend. Especially with the split-up happening, very shortly after Marty returned from the past." She sighed. "It's actually a bit sad, how you destroyed the time machine. Maybe you could try rebuilding it."

"No, it's just too dangerous" Doc said. "What if I accidentally altered history on a trip to the past? Besides, if I do that, Marty will come over and beg me again to change things. No, it's better that the past is left the way it currently is."

"Maybe you're right" Susan nodded. She sighed, and turned her attention back to Jules. He sure was a nice little boy. Susan Clayton Brown smiled, as she hoped that Jules would grow up happy, and not have to deal with his father's strained relationship with a certain Martin Seamus 'Marty' McFly.

Friday, June 9th, 1989

San Francisco, California

4: 23 P. M.

Martin McFly sighed nervously, as he sat down next to Jennifer, and started to watch the football game below. He'd gambled about a thousand dollars on the outcome – and it was a 1100 to 1 shot, so if he won, he'd get 1,1 million dollars. But he was confident to win, since he knew the outcome. Still, maybe the almanac was wrong.

The twenty-one-year-old just stared, as the football players played. Before he knew it, the proper amount of minutes was passed – and the players had stopped the game. Marty was very satisfied, as he saw the outcome was exactly what the almanac had predicted it to be.

As he walked down, everyone screamed at him excitedly, as they had heard what had happened. "You won!" the manager called out, and handed him a cheque. "1.100.000 dollars! You're a millionaire, now!"

Marty grinned happily. It was his twenty-first birthday today, and this was the best birthday present he could wish. Well, maybe except for Doc being friends with him again. He saddened for a second, then became happy again. Today was a day of happiness after all.

"How did you do that?" a reporter asked, having come there really fast. "How did you just predict the outcome – and win, right on the tick? This was a 1100 to 1 shot! How did you know!"

"I was really lucky, I suppose" Marty said, smiling. "I dreamed about the outcome this morning. So, therefore I knew what the outcome would be. I am really lucky."

"Where are you going now?" another reporter asked.

"We're going on a cruise for my twenty-first birthday" Marty said, pointing at Jennifer and himself. "We were going to do that anyway, only now, we don't have to be paying as much – and we won't have to worry what it does to our financial situation."

"Good luck" the first reporter said. "Talk to you later!"

"Oh yeah, definitely" Marty said, grinning. "There'll be more for me to collect." He then left with his girlfriend, leaving the reporters dumb-founded."

Saturday, June 10th, 1989

Hill Valley, California

7:12 A. M.

"Great Scott!"

Susan hurried towards her husband. "What's wrong, Emmett?" she asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"You're not far off" Doc said, pointing at the paper. "This is very unnatural, after all. According to this article, Marty just won a million dollars yesterday at a football game in San Francisco. Can you imagine that, Suzy? A million dollars!"

"No" Susan said. "Sounds like he was really lucky."

"Maybe it wasn't just luck" Doc said. "Maybe he knew." He stared at the newspaper. "I gotta study this, further. I'm not sure what exactly happened to cause this, but if Marty somehow cheated by using my time machine… I wasn't with him all the time in 2015 after all. Maybe he somehow collected information and stored it up until now, now that he's old enough to gamble. Isn't it weird how, at his first bet, which is right at the day he is first allowed to gamble, he wins over a million dollars?"

"Yeah" Susan admitted. "Well, maybe you're right after all – but I think you shouldn't just jump into conclusions like that."

"You're right" Doc said, sighing, and putting the paper down. "Still, I have the feeling that somewhere, something here is seriously wrong."