Disclaimer: Don't own BTTF besides Abby and a few others we haven't met yet, but we'll get there soon. This time, we're going all the way!

"Hey, I'm talkin' to you Mcfly you Irish bub!" Biff said, coming over to us with his gang. But instead of stopping in front of us, he stopped in front of the teenager sitting next to us. Then we got a good look at his face and my eyes went wide.

"Oh, hey Biff. Hey guys, how are you doing?" the teen said.

'Holy. Crap,' I thought.He had the same facial features, the same voice, and no dorky glasses. I looked over to see Marty had the same expression I did.

"You get my homework done yet Mcfly?" Biff asked.

"Uh, well you see, I figured that since it wasn't due till Monday that I'd…" suddenly Biff grabbed 'dad's' shirt and started hitting his head with his knuckles.

"Hello? Hello? Anybody home? Huh?" Biff said as his buddies started laughing at him. Then Biff grabbed Dad's face and looked him right in his eyes. "I gotta have time to recopy it. Do you realize what would happen if I handed in my homework in your handwriting? I'll get kicked out of school! You wouldn't want that to happen would ya?" Dad didn't answer right away.

"Would ya?!" Biff asked again, this time holding up a fist.

"Of course I wouldn't want that to happen Biff," Dad said, and then Biff turned his attention to me and Marty.

"What are you lookin' at butthead?!" he asked Marty, who was still staring at dad.

"Hey, look at what this girl's wearin'! It's fishing nets!" one of the guys said, grabbing my wrist and pulling it up to show Biff. By instinct, I jerked my hand out of his grasp.

"Don't touch me!" I yelled.

"Ooooooooooo! We got a feisty one here boys! You tryin' to be a greaser girl or somethin'?" Biff asked, and I suddenly became smaller as they surrounded me.

"Don't worry Biff. I'll just head home and work on it right now, and give it to you tomorrow morning," Dad said, with that dumb smile he always makes with Biff back home.

"Hey not too early, I sleep in on Sunday," Biff said, turning his attention back to dad. I happened to look over in the corner and saw the red-head that gave me butterflies earlier standing up, but was pushed back down by his buddies who were all watching the conversation. "Hey, Mcfly! You're shoe's untied!" Biff said. As soon as Dad looked down, Biff slapped Dad's cheek hard. Biff and his gang instantly started laughing as did Dad for some reason.

"You're so gullible Mcfly! I don't want to see you in here again!" Biff said, and with that, he left the diner with his gang. Marty watched them leave, but my attention was focused on this kid who happened to be our Father as a teenager. Marty's attention then was back to dad still in awe.

"What?" Dad said when he saw us staring.

"Y-you're George Mcfly," Marty said.

"Yeah, who are you?" he asked, and then I went into shock as reality started to hit. Holy sh**, we really are in the past with no way to go back.

"Say! What do you let those boys push you around for?" a black bust-boy said, coming over to us.

"Well, they're bigger than me," George said.

"Stand tall boy! Have some respect for yourself! Don't you let people walk all over you now! Cause they'll be walkin' all over you for the rest of your life! Look at me! You think I'm gonna spend the rest of my life here in this slop house?"

"Watch it Goldie!" the waiter from before yelled at him. Then my mouth dropped. This was Mayor Goldie Wilson; or future Mayor Goldie Wilson.

"No sir, I'm gonna make something out of my life. I'm goin' to night school, and one day, I'm gonna be somebody!" he announced.

"That's right! He's gonna be Mayor!" Marty shouted.

"Exactly! I'm…..mayor!" Goldie said with a big smile. "That's a good idea! I'm gonna be mayor!"

"A colored mayor! That'll be the day," the waiter said, coming back with a broom in his hands.

"You wait and see Mr. Caruthers! I will be mayor! I'll be the most powerful man in Hill Valley, and I am gonna clean up this town!" Goldie announced.

"Good! You can start by sweeping the floor!" the waiter said, shoving the broom in his hands and then walked away.

"Mayor Goldie Wilson. I like the sound of that!" he said and started to sweep. I gave a happy chuckle and Marty looked over and saw that dad was gone. He looked around and then saw Dad riding a bike away. Marty jumped out of his seat and started running after him.

"Hey, Dad…er George! You with the bike!" he shouted running.

"Wait up!" I called out to my brother, but he was already half-way down the street. 'Oh come on,' I complained. I got up and chased after him like always.

When I caught up to him, we were in some neighborhood, and Marty was looking up in a tree. "Can you slow down for just a…" I started, but then looked up. There was George Mcfly up a tree with binoculars looking at some girl changing.

"You have got to be kidding me," I muttered.

"He's a peeping Tom," Marty said. Yeah, or whoever's up there changing doesn't know how to close the curtains or, not change in front of an open window. George got so excited, that he lost his balance, and fell off the tree onto the road of an oncoming car.

"DAD, LOOK OUT!" we shouted. I was about to run forward, but Marty beat me to it. He pushed George out of the way and ended up getting hit with the car instead. The car slammed on his breaks and Marty was sent flying a few yards away, hitting his head on the concrete. He was out in an instant.

"MARTY!" I yelled, running over to him. The driver of the car ran out, but George just got up and peddled away on his bike as fast as he could, but I didn't care. All I cared about was my brother.

'But, he's part of the reason why you're in pain. Why are you so worried about him?' I asked myself.

'Because he's the best brother in the world. He's always there for me when I need someone to listen to me and my crap life. It's not his fault that I tried to emulate him when I was younger. It's my fault that I tried to be just like my hero to a tee. How dare you even think such a thing! You should be punished!' I answered, and lost all focus on Marty to look at my right wrist where 'they' were.

"STELLA! Another one of these damn kids jumped in front of my car! Come on out and help me get him into the house!" the driver said, snapping me out of my inner thoughts. Wait, did he say another kid? What the hell is wrong with this guy?

"Are you alright girl?" he asked.

"Uh….I think so," I said.

"Do you know this kid?"

"He's my brother!" I responded. Then a woman with short, dark hair and an apron came out of the house running to us.

"Oh my God Sam, what did you do?!" she asked.

"I didn't do nothin'! He's the one who jumped in front of my damn car. Now help me get him into the house!" the driver named Sam ordered.

"Oh, dear! Are you alright hun? You hit a girl too?!" she asked, looking at me.

"No, she's fine! Quit talkin' already and help me!" Sam ordered, starting to lift him. The woman lifted his legs while the driver carried most of his body.

"You come on in with us dear," she insisted. With no choice, I followed the two strangers into their house which conveniently was right across the street. We walked in and saw a teenage girl come in from the kitchen. As soon as she saw us, she froze.

"Here, let's set him down on the sofa," the woman said, and the two carried him over to the couch.

"Who's that?" the teenage girl asked.

"Some damn kid who jumped in front of my car again," Sam said.

"I-is he alright?" the teen asked, still staring at Marty.

"I don't know Lorraine. Stella, go get a washcloth with warm water," Sam said. Stella left, and Lorraine came over to me.

"Who are you?" Lorraine asked. It was then that I got a good look at the teen; dark, curly hair, a purple, and white plaided dress and grey sweater, and familiar dark chocolate brown eyes I've known all my life.

"You're….you're," I stuttered.

"My name's Lorraine Baines. Who are you?" she asked again. Now, this day has just gotten weirder.

"I….uh…I-it's Abigail or Abby," I got out.

"Who's this?" she asked, going over to my brother.

"My brother Marty," I said, still staring at her. Lorraine came over to Marty and started stroking his hair for some reason.

"Father, wouldn't he be more comfortable in a bed instead of the old couch? You can put him in my room so he can rest better," Lorraine said.

"I suppose," Sam said, and then Stella came back with the water and wash rag. "Lorraine, take the bowl from your mother and carry it to your room. Stella, we're moving him to Lorraine's room." Lorraine took the bowl and went upstairs, and the two adults picked up Marty again. I followed them up the steps into her bedroom. Lorraine set the bowl down, undid her covers, and my apparent grandparents laid Marty down. "You work on him, Stella. Lorraine, why don't you get this girl a drink or something. You're in charge of lunch too since your mother's working on him," he said.

"Oh, alright," Lorraine said. "Come on Abby." Lorraine walked out of her room very slowly and we finally left for the kitchen. She got me a glass of water, and we just sat there in silence awkwardly at the table.

"I'm really sorry my dad hit your brother with the car," Lorraine said.

"I-it's alright," I stuttered. That's when I got this strange feeling in my gut.

'Oh no, please not now! I have to do it soon or it won't stop!' I gently rubbed my wrist with my opposite hand, trying to ignore the temptation.

"I've never seen those kinds of gloves before Abigail. They look worn down. I have a few extra you can have if you want. They don't fit me too well anymore," she offered.

"Thanks," I said. It was then that I realized that I was bouncing my leg up and down. I felt my palms start to sweat, and the feeling in my gut got worse. "Uh, do you have a bathroom or something?"

"Oh, do you want to freshen up? Sure! Go upstairs, make a left, and it's the last door on the left. When you're done, come back down and you can tell me what kind of sandwich you like for lunch," she said.

"Okay," I said and raced out of the room to the bathroom. As soon as I got there, I shut the door and locked it as the feeling got worse. I tore off my gloves at stared at my wrists. I have to do it or that gut feeling will never go away. You have to punish yourself for blaming Marty for the way you're feeling.

'But I don't want to.'

'I hate it!'

'Why do I do this to myself?!'

"Because I have to," I whispered. With that, I began to scratch at the marks. It wasn't what I normally had to do, but it was enough to satisfy that feeling in my gut. I suddenly felt sick due to all the emotions going on, and leaned over the toilet.

I waited for an eternity, and eventually, it happened. All I could do was let it run its path and be calm.

When it was finally was done, I was shaking so badly.

'Come on Abs. Deep breaths,' I whispered as tears started to roll down my cheek.

After a few minutes, I managed to stand up and rinse my face and wrists off with water. The feeling in my gut was enough for me to tolerate, so I headed back downstairs.

"Oh, there you are! I've just finished giving baby Joey his bottle and was just about to start making everyone else's lunch. Do you want to help? What kind of sandwich do you want?" Lorraine asked me.

"Sure, I guess. I'll have whatever you're having. I'm not picky," I said, going back to staring.

"Then you can have baloney and cheese like I do; with a side of white milk instead of Coka-cola," Lorraine said, as she got everything she needed from the fridge.

"Y-yeah. How did you know I liked milk with my baloney and cheese?" I mumbled.

"A lucky guess. I love it too! No one else in my family does though, but that's okay," she continued. "Do you mind working on my younger sister and older brother's food? Toby is very picky about his sandwich. He and the others are in the backyard playing, and if he sees that I'm making it, he won't eat it. I don't know why, but he's such a Mama's boy. The other day, he found out I'd made his cheeseburger for him instead of mom, so he ended up taking the whole sandwich apart and throwing the toppings everywhere. Father gave him a good spanking and sent him to bed without dinner. But get this, when Father was taking a shower later that night, Mother snuck up and gave him a burger that she made. Anything for Mama's little boy," she said, rolling her eyes.

"What does everyone like?" I asked.

"We're all having baloney and cheese so you don't have to worry about anything else. And you know the worst part? After Toby was sent to bed, we had to listen to Mother and Father give that lecture about how 'when they were growing up during 'The Depression', they hardly had any food to eat, so we should be grateful for the food on our plate. I can't stand it when my mother does that. How come we have to hear that lecture when we weren't even the ones refusing food? Isn't that so unfair?"

"Yeah, I suppose it is," I said, finishing off the first sandwich. The two of us continued to talk for a bit longer then I think we've ever talked before in my entire life.

"Thanks for the help Abigail," Lorraine said after we had finished.

"I-it's just Abby," I said.

"Oh. Well thanks for the help Abby," she said, and then went outside to get the younger children and her parents. Moments later, three kids came back inside running and grabbing their plate without even acknowledging that I was there. Then, Stella came back into the kitchen.

"What was your name again dear?" Stella asked.

"Abby," I replied.

"Well, Abby, you're brother's still unconscious upstairs and we shouldn't move him too much until he wakes up. You're more than welcome to stay here until he does. I also want to give your mother a call. I don't want her to worry about where you two are," she said, and my eyes went wide.

"Uh…..she's not in right now," I said, looking at Lorraine as she came walking back in.

"Oh," Stella said. "Well let's all enjoy some lunch everybody!"

Break*Break*Break*Break*Break*Break

Nine Hours Later

I was there all day and well into the evening, and Marty still hadn't woken his lazy butt up. I just sat somewhere awkwardly in the house quiet as a mouse as Lorraine had left me alone two hours ago.

Just as it was starting to turn to dusk, I went outside in their backyard. Everything still hadn't quite clicked yet as to how we ended up in the past with the DeLorean currently not working. That's when, without thinking, I took off my shoes, socks, necklace, and tutu, and started doing some gymnastics/yoga breathing exercises.

"Inhale as you reach your arms up high in a big motion, and then exhale as you move down to touch the mat," I recalled my coach saying. I did this a few more times and continued stretching before I did some cartwheels and a few backbends being mindful of my wrists.

"I can do that too!" a young voice said. I looked over and saw a younger version of my Aunt Sally attempt to do a cartwheel; even if it was more of a roll.

"Not bad," I said.

"Mother doesn't like it when I do it though. It gets my dress all dirty, and sometimes you can even see my underwear!" Sally explained.

"Yeah, that's why I don't practice gymnastics in a dress. That's kinda why I took my tutu off too; so it doesn't get messed up."

"Are you a ballerina?" she asked me.

"No," I said.

"Then how come you're wearing a tutu?" she asked, and I was almost dumbfounded.

"Uh….I just….do?" I said, not believing my words. It seemed good enough for Sally though.

"Can you do that bend thing again where you kick your legs over?" she asked.

"Oh, you mean the backbend? I suppose," I said and demonstrated it to her.

"Wow!" she cheered.

"Watch this one," I said and did multiple backbends all in a row.

"You look like those girls on T.V that do those moves for those gold medal thingies," Sally said.

"You're talking about the Olympics. Well, I've got a long way to go before I do it like they do. I only just started training not long ago," I said. That's when I looked up at the house and saw Lorraine staring at me from what looked like her bedroom with a smile. I gave her a quick wave, and she did the same before looking behind her suddenly and immediately left the window.

Instantly, I felt a few drops land on my arm and saw that there were dark clouds in the sky.

"Come on in girls before the rain starts. I don't want you to catch pneumonia," Stella called.

"Okay Mom," Sally said, and we both ran inside. As soon as we got inside, it started to pour.

Hope you've enjoyed and we'll see you next time when Marty FINALLY gets up. Hope you enjoyed it, and feel free to let me know what you think.

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