A/N: I might as well write these now because I don`t have much time after school starts on Monday, at least till` Friday. :P I know I`m desperate!! :P

Disclaimer: Okay I don`t own nothing to Back To The Future.

"Mom?" Marty McFly mumbled just awakening from his sleep. "Mom, is that you?"

"There now, just relax. You`ve been asleep for almost two hours now." A familiar voice replied calmly. He felt at home-for a minute.

"I had the worst nightmare. I dreamed of, going back in time. It was terrible." Marty mumbled again.

"Well, you`re safe and sound now. Back in the good ol` 1955." the voice replied.

Marty jerked wide-eyed. "1955?!"

Then he saw his mother- 17 year old mother! "What the, who the, where??" he thought to himself.

"You`re my ma, you`re my m-!"

"My name is Lorraine. Lorraine Baines." She introduced.

"Yeah, but you`re uh, you`re so, uh, you`re so..thin!" Marty said shocked.

Lorraine was surprised by his comment, but replied, "Just relax Calvin, you`ve got a big bruise on your head."

Marty tried to get up, but realized his pants were off. "Aagh! Where are my pants?" He asked, embarassed to be seen in his underwear.

"Over there, in my hope chest. I`ve never seen purple underwear before, Calvin." she replied, looking down.

"Cal- Why do you keep calling me 'Calvin'?" Marty asked confused.

"Well that is your name isn`t it? Calvin Klein? It`s written all over your underwear." she said as she tried to touch his underwear.

"Aagh!" he said pushing her away.

"He`s shy! That`s so cute!" Lorraine thought to herself as she giggled.

"Well I guess they call you 'Cal'." she guessed.

"No uh, people, people call me 'Marty'." he replied.

"Oh. Nice to meet you, Calvin..Marty..Klein." Lorraine replied soothingly as she sat down next to him.

He must`ve winced, since Lorraine asked, "Mind if I sit here?"

"No no, it`s good." he said reassuringly.

"That`s a, big bruise you have there." Lorraine said, trying to touch Marty`s head.

"Aagh!" he yelled as he fell back.

"Lorraine! Are you up there?" a voice screamed.

"My God it`s my mother!" she whispered.

"Quick, put your pants back on!" she yelled, throwing his pants to him.

Marty quickly tried to put his pants on, but fell again. "Damn it!" he thought.

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"So tell me Marty, how long have you been in port?" his soon-to-be grandmother asked.

"Excuse me?" Marty mumbled, confused.

"Well I guess your a sailor, maybe that`s why you where that life preserver." she pointed out.

"Uh, coastguard." Marty replied.

She sighed. "Sam, here`s the young boy you hit with your car. He`s alright thank God."

Then suddenly, his soon-to-be grandpa popped out from behind the tv set. "What were you doing in the middle of the street a kid your age?!" he asked rudely.

Marty must`ve had a weird look on his face because she said reassuringly, "Don`t listen to him, he`s in one of his moods."

Then to her husband, Grandma Stella ordered, "Sam, quit fiddling with that thing and have your dinner."

Then she introduced him to everyone. "Now let`s see, you already know Lorraine, this is Milton, this is Sally, that`s Toby, and in the playpen is little baby Joey!" she squealed, pointing to the baby in the playpen.

"So you`re my uncle Joey. Better get used to these bars, kid." Marty joked.

"Yes, Joey just loves his playpen! He cries whenever we take him out so we just leave him there all the time." she said flatly to Marty.

"Well Marty, I hope you like meatloaf." she smiled.

"Uh, well, I got to go." Marty said, but Lorraine forced him to sit down. "Sit here Marty!" she said with a smirk.

Then, Grandma Stella called to Grandpa Sam, "Sam, quit fiddling with that thing and come in here and have your dinner!"

Then he came dragging a television set. "Whoa-ho! Look at it roll! Now we can watch Jackie Gleason while we eat!"

This obviously wasn`t a new thing for Marty, but he went along with it anyway.

"Hey, hey I`ve seen this one, this is a classic. This is, where Ralph dresses up as a man from space!"

Milton, who looked confused, asked, "What do you mean you`ve seen this. It`s brand new."

"Yeah well I saw it on a, rerun." he mumbled.

"What`s a rerun?" Milton asked again, confused.

"You`ll find out." Marty replied, looking down.

"You know Marty, you look so familiar to me, do I know you`re mother?" Grandma Stella asked.

Glancing at Lorraine, he replied awkwardly, "Yeah I think maybe you do."

"Well then I wanna give her a call, I don`t want her to worry about you."

"You can`t! That is, no one`s home." he said.

Stella, who looked confused, just replied, "Oh."

"Yet." Marty mumbled again, looking at Lorraine.

"Oh." Stella shrugged.

"Listen, do you know where 'Riverside Drive' is?" he asked.

"Uh, the other end of town. Block past Maple, east end of town." Sam replied.

Thinking, Marty replied, "Block past Maple, that`s uh, 'John F. Kennedy Drive'."

"Who the hell is John F. Kennedy?"

"Uh, mother, with Marty`s parents out of town, don`t you think he should spend the night? After all, Dad almost killed him with the car." Lorraine spoke up.

Her mother seemed to agree, as she said, "That`s true, Marty. I think you should spend the night, I think you`re our responsibility."

"Gee I don`t know." Marty replied, shaking his head.

"And he can sleep in my room." Lorraine said dreamingly, touching Marty`s leg.

Suddenly he arose from his chair. "Gotta go, sorry I got to go. It was nice meeting you all, see ya`ll later." he said, heading out the door. "Much later." he added, mumbling.

Marty heard Lorraine`s mother say something, but he didn`t stick around to hear it.

The only thing on his mind was to find Doc.

And fast.