Author's Note: Longer one this time. Hope you like. Please read and review.

Disclaimer: Still don't own the movies.

8: Chapter 8

Thursday, October 26th, 1989

Sacramento, California

04: 50 P. M.

Marty McFly was grinning broadly, as he walked out of the church. Today was one of the happiest days of his life – it was his wedding day. Today, he and Jennifer Jane Parker, his fiancée, had sealed their promise to be with each other for the rest of their lives. He smiled at his wife. Today was getting greater with the second.

He then thought back at how he'd never dreamed of being so rich, when he was a child – up until the day he realized his passion with music. In the end, though, it hadn't been music, that made him gain all that money. It had been Doc's time machine, and the almanac from the year 2015. The teenager sighed, as he realized that he really hadn't seen Doc anymore for quite some time.

Why can't Doc just try to understand me? Marty wondered. I want to be happy as well, Doc! You might have a family now, but I want one too – and I want to have money to afford that! Okay, I might've been a little angry on you, for not preventing that accident – and that was my good right, since you were able to do that – and maybe I should've been a little calmer. But is that really a reason for not hanging around with me for nearly four years?

Maybe it wasn't really Doc's fault after all, Marty realized. He had behaved quite irresponsibly. Maybe Doc even didn't dare to approach his former friend, afraid of being rejected, just like Marty was. The now twenty-one-year-old sighed, as he stared down at the ground. Maybe he should really contact Doc, sometime soon. He knew Jennifer would like him to do that. And, of course, he wouldn't want to disappoint Jen. They had been together for a long time, now, and usually, he trusted Jennifer to know what was good for him. Then why shouldn't he trust her, now?

Marty then looked around, and saw there were many reporters around. That annoyed him a bit. However he'd gotten used to it over the past four months, they weren't very nice, especially not on such a special day as today. In fact, he was looking forward to just being alone with his Jennifer. Their honeymoon was going to be wonderful… a bright sunny date in Hawaii, two weeks completely alone, just him and Jennifer… but right now, that wasn't about to happen just yet.

"Mr. McFly!" a reporter called out, rushing over to Marty. "Mr. McFly, Mr. McFly!" He held out his mike. "How do you feel, Mr. McFly? How do you feel today?"

"Well," Marty said, looking around, grinning, "let's just say that sometimes first time can be the charm as well as third time. It's definitely that way for me today. I don't think that I could ever find a better wife than Jennifer here." The girl in question immediately blushed, and the reporter grinned. "Thanks for the info, Mr. McFly."

"You're welcome" Marty said, still smiling. Then, another reporter came up to him. "Mr. McFly, you said at your last win that you felt lucky, didn't you?" Marty nodded. "Well, you've said that all the time. It just feels like…" the reporter blushed. "This might sound really weird, but I just can't shake the feeling off myself that you're actually cheating!" She chuckled a bit.

"Well, how could that be possible?" Marty said, nervously. He managed to regain his calmness, though. "I mean, you can't know what the outcome will be, so it's just guessing." He grinned knowingly. "After all, no man knows what the future will bring."

Friday, October 27th, 1989

Hill Valley, California

9: 50 A. M.

"He did that on purpose!"

Doc slammed his hand on the table, as he focused on the television screen, and the words his just married friend had said spooked through his mind. "No man knows what the future will bring." Yeah right, like he believed that now. He growled at the screen.

"Emmett?" Susan asked, holding their thirteen-month-old son, Jules. "I'd like to know what is happening. Jules is getting all scared because of you shouting."

"Susan, I'm sorry" Doc said. "It's just that – I'm sure Marty did that on purpose. He'd know how I would react, and that's why he did it. Now I'm certain he's cheating somehow! He must have gotten information from the future. No one is that lucky, including Marty. He got something from 2015, but if I just knew what…"

"Well, we can never know that" Susan said. "Even if we could, we couldn't stop it."

"Of course we can" Doc said, firmly. "I'm going to rebuild my time machine! It might take me quite some time – it will take me some time, I suppose – but it'll work. I'll manage, I'm sure of that. And once I finish the time machine, I'll go back to 1985 and take away whatever caused Marty to be so rich!"

"Don't you think you're being a bit too harsh, Emmett?" Susan asked. "After all, Marty is your friend – and ever since that Rolls Royce incident, he's had no other way to provide himself money for a living. I realize that you don't want Marty messing up the space-time continuum, but I think you should talk with him, first."

"Maybe" Doc growled. "But I still think I should rebuild the time machine. Knowing that I can stop him would probably make Marty a lot more timid in using whatever he has to bet more." He sighed. "I wonder how this became of him. I knew he wanted to be a rich rock star, but this… it really isn't like Marty. Not the Marty I know, anyway."

"Just relax, Emmett" Susan said, gently. The inventor sat down, as Susan patted his back. "Everything will be fine." She patted her own belly, which had been carrying a new baby since June, which would most likely be born somewhere in March. "Everything will be fine. Just remember that, Emmett. For now, and for later, for you, for me, for Jules and for the baby. Everything will turn out all right."

Saturday, January 20th, 1990

Hill Valley, California

2: 25 P. M.

Emmett Brown sighed, as he stared at his bills. It was just the twentieth day of January, and already, he was unsure of how he would be able to afford food for Susan, Jules and himself the rest of the month. This was one of the worst times it had ever been.

Sure, they'd had problems before with money. In fact, ever since he had married Susan, they'd been in a bad financial situation. But he'd still managed to provide some money from his 24-Hour-Repair Services. But the last few months, he wasn't getting too much clients anymore. And with Susan it was manageable, but with little Jules around and a new baby on the way… he wasn't sure how long he could last, anymore.

The inventor sighed again, and wiped some sweat off his face. What if the rejuvenation hadn't been as good as he thought? What if, in a few years, he'd die anyway? His original self had made it to 2003, but even if he reached that, he had a 15-year-old son and a 13-year-old unknown child that needed a father, badly. He didn't want to die early because not having money for surgery… or even food.

How to solve this, how to solve this, how to solve this…

"Hey Doc?"

The inventor looked up, startled, and stared at the door. In the hallway was leaning a person he'd never thought he'd see in the garage again. The man was short, about five and a half feet, maybe a little less, and wearing a blue business suit. A nice golden wedding ring on his right hand made clear the man was married, and at the very least better off than Doc, who'd just managed to afford a silver one for Susan. But the face was clearly recognizable. Brown hair, and light blue eyes, which could only belong to one person… "Great Scott, Marty!"

The kid grinned at him. "Hey, Doc" he said. "How you doing?"

"F-fine" the inventor said. "Fine." He looked at the twenty-one-year-old again. Marty had changed a lot since the last few times he'd seen him for real – at the birthday party in 1986, and at his wedding for just one moment in September '87. That was over two years ago, and the then-teenager had changed a lot since. "What brings you over here?"

Marty didn't answer, instead looked around. "Nice place" he said. "But a little poorly looking. Money problems, Doc?"

"Uh, yeah" Doc said. He didn't know what Marty was leaning towards. "A bit, yes. It's kind of hard tying the ends together, especially with a wife and son, and a second child on the way…"

"That's what I figured" Marty said, pointing at the chair. Doc nodded, and the lucky winner sat down. "So, that's why I came here – I've got an offer for you. I know how good you are in Maths and in technical things, so I kind of figured that you might come in handy in my new company. I've started up Marty McFly Enterprises on the first of the month, and I figured that we still needed a secretary." He smiled at the dumb-founded scientist. "So I immediately thought of you. It's a good job – regular work times, from 9 to 5, normal vacations and sevenextra vacation days per year. The job pays 100.000 dollars per year, excluding taxes. Interested?"

Doc's eyes nearly fell out of his head. "Hundred-thousand?" he asked. "As in hundred-thousand dollars?"

"Dollars, yens, pounds, whatever you like" Marty said. "In fact, it's 8334 dollars per month."

"That makes 100.008 dollars per year" Doc calculated. "Great Scott"

"See?" Marty chuckled. "You're perfect for the job. Say, you got 'till Wednesday to think things over if you want it or not…"

"No, that's all right, I'll take it" Doc said, still perplexed by the amount of money. "When-when can I start?"

"Monday right away, if you like" Marty said. "You'll be on trying up until January 31st – if you ever need some money until then, I'd be willing to personally lend you 5000 dollars until you'll be able to pay me back." He held out a cheque. "Got it?"

"Got it" Doc said, smiling a little. He signed the cheque, and Marty did, too. "T-thanks, Marty."

"You're welcome" Marty said, cheerfully. He then checked his watch. "Whoa, I didn't know it was this late already! This is heavy!" He turned to Doc. "I gotta go, sorry" he said. "See you Monday." He left in a hurry.

Doc looked after him. "100.000 dollars" he repeated. Today sure was a day out of the ordinary.