March 15, 1986
3:30 PM PST

"Are you feeling all right, Calvin?" Marty asked his twin, gently. "You look so sad. It might make you feel better, if we can talk about what's on your mind."

"This is the 13th anniversary of my father's death," Calvin said, sadly.

"What are you talking about, Calvin?" Marty asked, shocked. "Your father is in the living room, with your mother!"

"No, I mean from the other world," Calvin protested. "You know, the one where my father was shot by Biff Tannen, as he was becoming real powerful?"

"Wasn't your early childhood basically the same as mine?" Marty asked, stunned. "I mean, up until the day that Biff shot your father in 1973?

"Well, no, not really," Calvin said, quietly. "I didn't want to say anything earlier - but, when we were looking through your family photo albums, there were a few things that didn't match up. November 12 of 1955 was the fateful day that our timelines diverged from each other."

"Gee, Calvin," Marty said, softly, "I never really thought of that before. I never really considered the idea that our life experiences were a bit different, from when we were babies. I guess this has always been a sad day for you, eh?"

"I guess I sound ungrateful, don't I?" Calvin asked, as tears filled his eyes. "That's why I didn't want to say anything earlier. I figured you would just scold me for being an ungrateful and undeserving brat."

"Calvin, you shouldn't feel that way," Marty said, gently. "I would never judge you for how you feel. I guess this is just something I never thought of before. You feel how you feel, and it's okay to miss your father."

"It's just that," Calvin explained, as the tears began to flow, "I have been so happy within the last five months to finally have a real family. Then, I suddenly realize that your father could never really be my father. I mean, I've accepted him as my father, but he can never be the same person as my other father was."

"I see what you're saying," Marty replied. "Why don't you go lie down, and take a little rest. You'll maybe feel better, after you get better."

"Thank you, Marty," Calvin replied, as he hugged Marty.

Calvin lay down on his bed, buried his face in his pillow, and cried himself to sleep.

oooooooooo

Calvin found himself sitting by a campfire at Oak Ridge Lodge. He suddenly felt very nostalgic, as he remembered this place from his childhood.

"Marty?" asked a familiar masculine voice. "Hey, Marty, I came to see you."

"Daddy!" Calvin exclaimed, as he lifted up his head. "It's so good to see you!"

"Do you remember this place, Marty?" George asked, gently. "I took you all here for a family vacation, when you were four years old. You even begged us to just move here, remember that?"

"I sure do," Calvin replied, as he went to hug his father.

"Why don't we go make some s'mores?" George suggested. "You've always enjoyed those a lot."

"Thanks, Dad," Calvin replied. "I can't talk about this with my new dad, because he never took his family on this trip when my other self was four."

"It's probably because he decided there would always be next summer," explained George. "We really did a lot of scrounging, so that I could bring you all on this trip. I always knew how Biff had a thing for your mother - and, with him becoming rich and powerful, I had no idea how much longer I would live."

"Gee, Dad, I never even thought of that," Calvin said, softly. "I remember suspecting that it was Biff who shot you, but even my mother didn't seem to believe that it was him. I have to say that this is such a wonderful surprise."

"Just remember that I will always love you, honey," George said, gently. "My other self cares a lot for you, too. We really are the same person. It's just that we've had different life experiences."

"Right, Dad," Calvin said, smiling. "I have to admit that I do regret that I'll never be able to talk with your other self about that family vacation."

"I'll share a little secret with you, honey, okay?" George asked, softly.

"What is it, Dad?" Calvin asked, with enthusiasm.

"Here goes," replied George. "You know, with the proceeds that my other self made from the novel he released last fall, he could probably afford to take all of you on a vacation to Oak Ridge Lodge. That way, you could create some new memories with him. So how does that sound, Marty?"

"I could give that a try," Calvin, said, happily. "That would certainly give all of us a little something to look forward to, you know."

"Well, Calvin, I'd better get going, now," explained George. "Have a good life, son."

"I will, Dad," Calvin replied, as he gave his father a hug. His father gave him one last tight squeeze, as Calvin suddenly found himself lying on his bed.

"I love you, Marty," came a faint voice from George, as Calvin opened up his eyes.

Calvin knew right away what he was supposed to do. He headed to the living room.

oooooooooo

"That sounds like a wonderful idea!" gushed George, after Calvin suggested to him the idea of going to Oak Ridge Lodge. "How does that sound to you, Lorraine?"

"We'll have to talk with Dave and Linda about this," Lorraine replied, "but this sounds like a great idea to me. It'll be nice to take a family trip together again."

"I wanted to take you guys on the trip, when you were four," George explained, "but we were really broke that year, so we had to wait until the following year."

"I'm feeling so nostalgic, now," Marty said, smiling. "I don't think we have gone, ever since I was about ten years old."

"I only got to go when I was four," Calvin explained, "but it'll be nice to create some new memories together. You know, I never mentioned this before, but they made a little mistake on your gravestone in the world I came from."

"Oh, what mistake was that, honey?" George asked, as he drew Calvin towards him.

"The gravestone said that you were born on April first," Calvin explained. "For the longest time, I thought that was your birthday - but I guess you were really born on the first of March. Maybe Biff was behind that, somehow."

"Yeah, I wouldn't put it past him," George said, grimacing. "I guess that was his ultimate way of getting his revenge on me."

"Anyway," Calvin said, smiling, "we could maybe start thinking of some special plans to make - and we could maybe even celebrate your 'unbirthday' together."

"Okay, that sounds wonderful," George said, as he gave Calvin a little squeeze. Please promise me one thing, though, okay?"

"Sure, Dad, I'll do anything," Calvin said, resting his head on George's shoulder.

"No April Fool's jokes, okay?" George requested.

"I promise, Dad," Calvin replied, as he gave his father a squeeze. "Of course, we just celebrated your birthday with you a couple weeks ago It's so great being able to celebrate your birthday with you. Know what I mean?"

"I understand, honey," George replied. "Now why don't we go out to A&W for dinner tonight? I know how much you boys love those bacon cheeseburgers."

Calvin and Marty both cheered, as they followed their parents out to the car.

July 19, 1986
6:00 PM PDT

Calvin William McFly, who was formerly known as Martin Seamus McFly, was at the beach with his beloved twin - who was really just another version of him raised in a very different environment. While he envied his twin, on several occasions, the two of them have become very close within the past nine months.

"It's so nice to be at Oak Ridge Lodge again," Marty commented, as he and Calvin were floating in the inner tube together. "I think this is actually the first family trip that we've taken, since you've entered this world. I think this is so wonderful!"

"It's nice to have a real family," Calvin replied, dreamily. "I know I've probably said that a million times already, but I have spent so much of my life in boarding schools - and, well, Biff wasn't exactly a fatherly type of person to me. My mother was quite a mess, too - and she was subject to a lot of abuse from that piece of vile scum!"

"Yeah, I saw a lot within the few hours I was in that world," Marty said, nodding. "As nice as it is to spend time here at the beach, I think supper is about ready. Mom has plans to grill us some bacon cheeseburgers for supper tonight. I am rather glad that you suggesed this trip. I forgot all about how much I really missed this place."

"I'm rather hungry, myself," Calvin said, as he and Marty stepped out of the lake. "At least, the cabin we're staying in isn't too far from here. I wonder how Dave and Linda are doing? I noticed Dave can be very much of a workaholic, at times."

"Well, it's better to have him be a workaholic than to be a drunken bum," Marty was quick to point out, "but I see what you mean. Mom just had to do a lot of convincing to get him to agree that he should take a little break from work."

"I can't believe that I'm eighteen, already," Calvin said, sighing. "The thing is, I don't want to leave home anytime soon. I know how many of our peers really can't wait to leave home, so that they can do whatever they wish to do. Still, they just don't seem to appreciate how blessed they were to grow up with a wonderful loving family."

"I do see where you're coming from," Marty replied. "In all fairness, though, maybe they don't all feel that they have a loving family. In fact, some probably even have families that were a little bit like mine - from the original timeline. I know it's not as the situation you've been in, but it's still not a very pleasant lie to live."

"Calvin! Marty!" called out Dave, as the twins entered the resort. "Don't the two of you ever get enough of each other? I mean, I know you two are twins and all, but what about the rest of us? Don't we count for anything, as well?"

"Come on, Dave," Linda urged her brother. "Calvin hasn't had the easiest life, as he was growing up - and I think it's natural that he wants to spend time with his twin. I still can't believe that our parents gave him up for adoption, after he was born."

"Now, honey," chided Lorraine, "you know we would have kept Calvin, if we had the funds to do so. We were quite dirt poor at around the time they were born, so I had to do what was best for Calvin. If I had known that his adoptive parents would have abused him the way they did, you know I never would have allowed it to happen."

Calvin swallowed, as he thought of the cover story that his parents gave to everyone - including Dave and Linda. After all, they couldn't exactly explain that he came here from an alternate reality. That explanation certainly wasn't without any flaws.

Just then, their father pulled up. Calvin swallowed hard, as he thought of how he did have a happy family life, until the day his father was shot by Biff Tannen. His father appeared to him in a dream a few months ago, when he was feeling very distraught over the fact that the George McFly of this world would never be the same.

"Daddy's home!" George called out, as soon as he stepped out of the car. He kissed his wife on the cheek, as he added, "So, how's supper going, honey? I was thinking we could have a campfire tonight, and we could even roast some marshmallows."

"Just don't tell us any ghost stories, please," begged Linda. "I mean, no offence, but ghost stories tend to give me nightmares - and I don't want this trip to be ruined."

"All right, I won't," George replied, as he laughed and kissed Linda's cheek. "What if I tell sci-fi stories, instead. Maybe I can even tell the story about how Darth Vader had come to me from Planet Vulcan in the wee hours of the night, back in 1955."

"Well, Dad, you told us that story times a million times," Linda said, quietly. Then she broke out into a smile, and added, "But I don't mind hearing it again, though. I must say that you have a very vivid imagination, and your stories are very enthralling."

Calvin and Marty smiled at each other, as they both knew who "Darth Vader from Planet Vulcan" really was. Calvin remembered how shocked his father was on the day that Doc told him the story of what really happened within the fateful week of 1955, and also where Calvin himself had come from.

"Come on, Dad!" prodded Dave. "Don't listen to Linda! Go ahead and tell us some ghost stories! I always enjoy hearing them, and Linda sure needs to toughen up a little. Marty and Calvin wouldn't mind hearing them, either - right, boys?"

Calvin was a little uncertain of how to respond. At this rate, he felt it was quite nice spending time with the family, he didn't care what kind of stories his father told. He still didn't wish to get involved in the argument that Dave and Linda were having.

"All right, children," Lorraine called out, much to Calvin's relief, "dinner is just about ready. Why don't you kids set up your plates, and I'll serve up the hamburgers with cheese right away. The way, the cheese should be nicely melted into the burger."

Calvin's mouth was watering, as he and Marty reached for some paper plates. They stuck the plates into some wicker plate holders, and they set up their buns.

oooooooooo

Later that evening, all six members of the immediate McFly family were gathered around the campfire, as they were roasting marshmallows. Calvin thought of how wonderful it was for his father to have planned this very special trip.

"Are you kids ready for some s'mores, now?" Lorraine asked, as she reached for a box of graham crackers and some Hershey's chocolate bars.

"Oh, we are!" Calvin and Marty called out, in unison. Then they both started laughing.

"Gee, Calvin and Marty," Dave said, teasing, "if I didn't know any better, I'd almost think the two of you were the same person! You both seem to be so much alike!"

You have no idea, David, Calvin thought, as he and Marty looked at each other and smiled. He then asked, "Hey, Marty! I was wondering if you and I should maybe dress up the same, tomorrow. As twins, we have to do that every now and then!"

"That's a wonderful idea, Cal," Marty replied, with a lopsided smile. "We can have so much with dressing up in identical clothes. You and I rather seem to share the same taste in fashions. I sometimes do worry that you might be after Jennifer."

"You don't have to worry about that, Marty," Calvin told his twin. He knew he would be married one of these days, and have a pair of twin boys named Michael Jandrew and Alexander Patrick. He was sure that he hadn't met his future wife yet, though.

"I think the two of you would sure look adorable!" Lorraine gushed, as she squeezed Calvin's marshmallow between two graham crackers and a piece of a chocolate bar. She then pulled it off the stick and handed it to Calvin. "I sure feel lucky to have two precious little boys like you. Of course, Dave and Linda are equally as precious."

"The twins sure resemble my grandfather, William," George added. "You know, one of these days, I will have to dig up some pictures of my grandfather, from when he was a teenager. He had brown eyes - but, other than that, he looked just like you."

Calvin smiled, as he loved hearing stories about his ancestors. He didn't really know too much about his heritage, back when he lived in the Biffhorrific world. He listened to the crickets chirping around him, and he realized what a wonderful family trip this would be. It was so wonderful to be able to take a lovely trip with his new family.

I didn't know that they screwed up the date on George's gravestone.

Actually, I was the one who screwed up, when I was writing Blast to the Past. <_< I wrote the story late last year, and I had completely forgotten all about the date on the gravestone - so I had George McFly already being born in March of 1938. It was kind of an important plot point in that story - and I couldn't bump that story up a month, because that when the events of Like Father Like Son were taking place. So that's that.

Anyway, I've heard that the out-of-universe reason for putting April One as George's birthday - is because it was a bit of a jab at Crispin Glover. He actually had a different birthdate in the novel for the first film, although I don't remember which date. It's not inconceivable that Biff would do the same thing with George's gravestone for similar reasons. So that's why. I feel a little embarrassed about admitting my mistake, but that's what happened.

Wasn't George shot in March of 1973?

Yeah, he was shot on March 15 of 1973.

i think it be a good idea sence marty dosent know jennifer in this universe that jennifer works for biff in some way

I think we said that Hell Valley Biff forced Jennifer to be a stripper for him. In Alternate 1985: Jennifer's Side, Biff mistakes the Jennifer of the "normal" universe for the Hell Valley Jennifer - and tells her that she is to strip for him.

oh yea maybe you can include it somwhere in the story if its from the same hell vally universe i like this story