Title: Marty Wept
Description: Would Doc of 1955 have listened then?
Description: Would Doc of 1955 have listened then?
bttf44 - July 26, 2006 12:35 AM (GMT)
As the last couple of chapters that I wrote for Marty's Twin had dealt with some rather emotional scenes involving Marty and Marty Junior - I've gotten to thinking, what if Marty burst into tears back in 1955? Would Doc of 1955 have listened to him then? Here is it, a short story of what might have happened.
oooooooooo
November 12, 1955
9:56 PM PST
'Alright, let's set your destination time,' Doc said, as he was explaining to Marty his plans to send Marty back to 1985. 'This is the exact time you left. I'm gonna send you back at exactly the same time. It'll be like you never left. Now, I painted a white line on the street way over there, that's where you start from. I've calculated the distance and wind resistance retroactive from the moment the lightning strikes, at exactly...' Doc had checked his watch. '... seven minutes and 22 seconds. When this alarm goes off, you hit the gas.'
'Right,' answered Marty, trying to understand Doc's use of scientific language.
'Well, I guess that's everything,' Doc told Marty.
'Thanks,' said Marty, trying to hold back his tears.
'Thank you,' replied Doc.
Marty then hugged Doc, not wanting to let go. He was trying really hard to not cry.
'In about 30 years,' added Doc.
'I hope so,' said Marty, swallowing back a sob.
'Don't worry,' Doc assured Marty. 'As long as you hit that wire with the connecting hook at precisely 88 miles per hour, the instance the lightning strikes the tower, everything will be fine.'
'Right,' said Marty, blinking back tears. That wasn't exactly what I meant, Doc.
Doc then found a note in his pocket, and demanded, 'What's the meaning of this?'
'You'll find out in 30 years,' replied Marty, just barely managing to hold back a sob.
'It's about the future, isn't it?' asked Doc, accusingly.
'Wait a minute!' shouted Marty, just on the verge of tears, now.
'It's information about the future, isn't it?' asked Doc, angrily, making a move to tear up the note. 'I warned you about this, kid. The consequences could be disastrous!'
'Now that's a risk you'll have to take!' Marty shouted, pleadingly - blinking back tears and reaching out for Doc. 'Your life depends on it!'
'No,' insisted Doc, tearing up the note, 'I refuse to accept the responsibility!'
Marty felt his heart ripping into two. He could no longer take it. He fell to the ground, and began to cry. His shoulders were shaking, and he was sobbing inconsolably.
Doc then looked at Marty, stunned. He could hardly believe it. He had made Marty cry - something he had not meant to do! Obviously the note must have been really important. I no longer care what the consequences could be. I feel so horrible that I made Marty cry. I must give him a chance to explain what could have been so important about my future - if tearing up the note would provoke such an emotional reaction from him. With a heavy heart, Doc gently lifted Marty up from the ground - and let Marty cry on his shoulder.
'Fine, Marty,' Doc said, gently. 'Go ahead and tell me. I didn't mean to make you cry. Whatever you wanted to tell me about my future must have been extremely important to you.'
'I don't want you to die,' sobbed Marty. 'In the fu-future, some group of terrorists tries to kill you. You did die, Do-doc. The terrorists shot you! As I was driving away from the terrorists, I came here, Doc. You're my very best friend in the future. I couldn't stand to lose you again. I, uh, uh, I, uh...' Then Marty was sobbing so hard, he was unable to speak any longer.
'I'm sorry, Marty,' sighed Doc, giving Marty a tight squeeze. Then, as Doc tenderly dabbed at a tear that fell down Marty's face with his index finger, he added, 'I just wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have been so stubborn.' Then, after taking another look at his watch, Doc said, 'Quick, Marty, get back in the car. We're running out of time.'
Marty then stepped back into the DeLorean, trying to make himself stop crying, and regain his composure. He was so relieved that he finally got Doc to listen to him. Doc will be okay, after all. Still, Marty couldn't stop crying - he had repressed his emotions for far too long.
oooooooooo
After Marty had travelled back to 1985, he drove over to what was now Lone Pine Mall. Marty then buried his face into the steering wheel, and fully gave way to tears. It was such a cleansing relief to let go of his emotions. His shoulders were shaking with sobs. He was crying so hard, he didn't even hear Doc open the DeLorean door.
'Marty, it's me, Doc,' said Doc, softly. 'Everything's okay, now. I was wearing a bullet proof vest, and the Libyans crashed into the photo booth. They cannot harm us anymore.'
'Oh, Doc, I was so, so, so...' Marty sobbed.
'Shhhhhh,' Doc said, soothingly, as he lifted up Marty's head and placed it gently on his shoulders. Then, after putting him arms around Marty and holding him close, Doc added, 'Just let it all out. I should have listened to you much sooner. I shouldn't have put you through all this. I'm sorry.'
'I, uh, uh...' Marty sobbed, burying his face into Doc's shoulder, and clinging onto Doc tightly.
'Shhhhhh,' repeated Doc, tenderly stroking Marty's back, and gently rocking him back and forth. 'Don't say anything. Just let it all out.'
About ten minutes have passed, before Marty's sobs have finally began to subside.
'Feel all better, now?' Doc asked, gently - when Marty was finally done crying.
'Yeah, yeah, Doc, thanks,' stammered Marty, as he lifted up his flushed and tear-stained face.
'Well, then, Marty,' said Doc. 'I suppose I should drive you home, now.'
'Yeah, sure, thanks,' replied Marty. 'I feel so exhausted now, from crying.'
'But you feel all better now, right, Marty?' asked Doc.
'Yeah, Doc, much better,' answered Marty. 'It's such a relief to get all that out of my system.'
'Yet, I'll bet,' Doc said, gently.
Then Doc drove Marty home.
oooooooooo
One hour later, after Doc had succeeded into sending Marty back to 1985 - he already began to miss Marty. He felt so bad about tearing up the letter - and making Marty cry. He began to realize something else, though. Apparently, within thirty years, Marty and Doc were extremely close friends. From the way that Marty was crying rather hysterically, and from the way that Marty had hugged him, it was evident that Marty really cared about him a lot. Even though Doc did have a few friendly aquaintences, he couldn't think of anyone who cared as deeply for him as Marty did. Doc, figuring that he probably wouldn't see Marty again for at least 20 years, began to feel real heartsick. Of course, from Marty's perspective, it would only be a few minutes until he got to see Doc again. For Doc, though, it would be somewhere between 20 and 30 years. It seemed too far away in the future.
'Oh, Marty, I really will miss you,' whispered Doc, with a sigh.
Doc then decided to tape up the letter that he tore up earlier, to see if there was anything else that Marty had to say, that Doc didn't catch earlier on. After all, Marty was sobbing so hard, that much of what he had said was somewhat incomprehensible. Through his sobs, Doc had caught him saying something about terrorists and being shot, but that was all Doc really caught. It was urgent to tape the note back together. After Doc taped the note back together, he finally read it.
Dear Dr. Brown,
On the night that I go back in time, you will be shot by terrorists. Please take whatever precautions are necessary to prevent this terrible disaster.
Your friend, Marty
'Oh, poor Marty,' murmured Doc, with a sigh. 'No wonder he was so devastated by me tearing up the letter. I should have listened to him. Come to think of it, he must have been trying to tell me all week about that terrible tragedy. At that repressed emotion must have finally let loose, like an uncorked bottle, when I tore up the letter. I'm sorry, Marty.'
Then Doc flopped down onto the couch, burying his face into the end cushion, and wept.
The End
oooooooooo
November 12, 1955
9:56 PM PST
'Alright, let's set your destination time,' Doc said, as he was explaining to Marty his plans to send Marty back to 1985. 'This is the exact time you left. I'm gonna send you back at exactly the same time. It'll be like you never left. Now, I painted a white line on the street way over there, that's where you start from. I've calculated the distance and wind resistance retroactive from the moment the lightning strikes, at exactly...' Doc had checked his watch. '... seven minutes and 22 seconds. When this alarm goes off, you hit the gas.'
'Right,' answered Marty, trying to understand Doc's use of scientific language.
'Well, I guess that's everything,' Doc told Marty.
'Thanks,' said Marty, trying to hold back his tears.
'Thank you,' replied Doc.
Marty then hugged Doc, not wanting to let go. He was trying really hard to not cry.
'In about 30 years,' added Doc.
'I hope so,' said Marty, swallowing back a sob.
'Don't worry,' Doc assured Marty. 'As long as you hit that wire with the connecting hook at precisely 88 miles per hour, the instance the lightning strikes the tower, everything will be fine.'
'Right,' said Marty, blinking back tears. That wasn't exactly what I meant, Doc.
Doc then found a note in his pocket, and demanded, 'What's the meaning of this?'
'You'll find out in 30 years,' replied Marty, just barely managing to hold back a sob.
'It's about the future, isn't it?' asked Doc, accusingly.
'Wait a minute!' shouted Marty, just on the verge of tears, now.
'It's information about the future, isn't it?' asked Doc, angrily, making a move to tear up the note. 'I warned you about this, kid. The consequences could be disastrous!'
'Now that's a risk you'll have to take!' Marty shouted, pleadingly - blinking back tears and reaching out for Doc. 'Your life depends on it!'
'No,' insisted Doc, tearing up the note, 'I refuse to accept the responsibility!'
Marty felt his heart ripping into two. He could no longer take it. He fell to the ground, and began to cry. His shoulders were shaking, and he was sobbing inconsolably.
Doc then looked at Marty, stunned. He could hardly believe it. He had made Marty cry - something he had not meant to do! Obviously the note must have been really important. I no longer care what the consequences could be. I feel so horrible that I made Marty cry. I must give him a chance to explain what could have been so important about my future - if tearing up the note would provoke such an emotional reaction from him. With a heavy heart, Doc gently lifted Marty up from the ground - and let Marty cry on his shoulder.
'Fine, Marty,' Doc said, gently. 'Go ahead and tell me. I didn't mean to make you cry. Whatever you wanted to tell me about my future must have been extremely important to you.'
'I don't want you to die,' sobbed Marty. 'In the fu-future, some group of terrorists tries to kill you. You did die, Do-doc. The terrorists shot you! As I was driving away from the terrorists, I came here, Doc. You're my very best friend in the future. I couldn't stand to lose you again. I, uh, uh, I, uh...' Then Marty was sobbing so hard, he was unable to speak any longer.
'I'm sorry, Marty,' sighed Doc, giving Marty a tight squeeze. Then, as Doc tenderly dabbed at a tear that fell down Marty's face with his index finger, he added, 'I just wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have been so stubborn.' Then, after taking another look at his watch, Doc said, 'Quick, Marty, get back in the car. We're running out of time.'
Marty then stepped back into the DeLorean, trying to make himself stop crying, and regain his composure. He was so relieved that he finally got Doc to listen to him. Doc will be okay, after all. Still, Marty couldn't stop crying - he had repressed his emotions for far too long.
oooooooooo
After Marty had travelled back to 1985, he drove over to what was now Lone Pine Mall. Marty then buried his face into the steering wheel, and fully gave way to tears. It was such a cleansing relief to let go of his emotions. His shoulders were shaking with sobs. He was crying so hard, he didn't even hear Doc open the DeLorean door.
'Marty, it's me, Doc,' said Doc, softly. 'Everything's okay, now. I was wearing a bullet proof vest, and the Libyans crashed into the photo booth. They cannot harm us anymore.'
'Oh, Doc, I was so, so, so...' Marty sobbed.
'Shhhhhh,' Doc said, soothingly, as he lifted up Marty's head and placed it gently on his shoulders. Then, after putting him arms around Marty and holding him close, Doc added, 'Just let it all out. I should have listened to you much sooner. I shouldn't have put you through all this. I'm sorry.'
'I, uh, uh...' Marty sobbed, burying his face into Doc's shoulder, and clinging onto Doc tightly.
'Shhhhhh,' repeated Doc, tenderly stroking Marty's back, and gently rocking him back and forth. 'Don't say anything. Just let it all out.'
About ten minutes have passed, before Marty's sobs have finally began to subside.
'Feel all better, now?' Doc asked, gently - when Marty was finally done crying.
'Yeah, yeah, Doc, thanks,' stammered Marty, as he lifted up his flushed and tear-stained face.
'Well, then, Marty,' said Doc. 'I suppose I should drive you home, now.'
'Yeah, sure, thanks,' replied Marty. 'I feel so exhausted now, from crying.'
'But you feel all better now, right, Marty?' asked Doc.
'Yeah, Doc, much better,' answered Marty. 'It's such a relief to get all that out of my system.'
'Yet, I'll bet,' Doc said, gently.
Then Doc drove Marty home.
oooooooooo
One hour later, after Doc had succeeded into sending Marty back to 1985 - he already began to miss Marty. He felt so bad about tearing up the letter - and making Marty cry. He began to realize something else, though. Apparently, within thirty years, Marty and Doc were extremely close friends. From the way that Marty was crying rather hysterically, and from the way that Marty had hugged him, it was evident that Marty really cared about him a lot. Even though Doc did have a few friendly aquaintences, he couldn't think of anyone who cared as deeply for him as Marty did. Doc, figuring that he probably wouldn't see Marty again for at least 20 years, began to feel real heartsick. Of course, from Marty's perspective, it would only be a few minutes until he got to see Doc again. For Doc, though, it would be somewhere between 20 and 30 years. It seemed too far away in the future.
'Oh, Marty, I really will miss you,' whispered Doc, with a sigh.
Doc then decided to tape up the letter that he tore up earlier, to see if there was anything else that Marty had to say, that Doc didn't catch earlier on. After all, Marty was sobbing so hard, that much of what he had said was somewhat incomprehensible. Through his sobs, Doc had caught him saying something about terrorists and being shot, but that was all Doc really caught. It was urgent to tape the note back together. After Doc taped the note back together, he finally read it.
Dear Dr. Brown,
On the night that I go back in time, you will be shot by terrorists. Please take whatever precautions are necessary to prevent this terrible disaster.
Your friend, Marty
'Oh, poor Marty,' murmured Doc, with a sigh. 'No wonder he was so devastated by me tearing up the letter. I should have listened to him. Come to think of it, he must have been trying to tell me all week about that terrible tragedy. At that repressed emotion must have finally let loose, like an uncorked bottle, when I tore up the letter. I'm sorry, Marty.'
Then Doc flopped down onto the couch, burying his face into the end cushion, and wept.
The End
bttf44 - July 29, 2006 12:18 AM (GMT)
Farewell, Doc?
November 13, 1955
7:30 PM PST
Today was the day after the major storm that caused the clock on the clock tower to stop running. After Marty gave Doc a little scare, he finally handed the letter that the older Doc from 1985 to Doc's younger self in 1955. Doc started reading that letter to Marty.
"Dear Marty," Doc was reading, "If my calculations are correct, you will receive this letter immediately after you saw the DeLorean struck by lightning. First, let me assure you that I am alive and well. I have been living happily these past eight months in the year 1885. The lightning bolt that hit the DeLorean caused a gigawatt overload which scrambled the time circuits, activated the flux capacitor, and sent me back to 1885. The overload shorted out the time circuits and destroyed the flying circuits. Unfortunately, the car will never fly again," Then turning to Marty, Doc asked, 'It actually flew?"
"Yeah, well, you had a hover conversion done in the early 21st century," Marty explained.
"Incredible!" exclaimed Doc. Turning back to the letter, Doc continued, "I set myself up as a blacksmith as a front, while I attempted to repair the damage to the time circuits. Unfortunately, this proved impossible - because suitable replacement parts will not be invented until 1947. However, I've gotten quite adept at shoeing horses and fixing wagons!"
Doc then turned to Marty, and he gasped, "1885! Amazing. I actually end up as a blacksmith in the Old West."
"Pretty heavy, huh?" asked Marty, as he was still shocked by that discovery of Doc.
Doc turned back to the letter, and continued, "I have buried the DeLorean in the Del Gato mine adjacent to the old Boot Hill Cemetery - as shown on the enclosed map. Hopefully, it will remain undisturbed and preserved until you uncover it in 1955. Inside, you will find repair instructions. My 1955 counterpart - that's me - should have no problem repairing it so you can drive it back to the future. Once you have returned to 1985, destroy the time machine." Then turning to Marty, Doc asked, "Destroy it?"
"Yeah, well, it's a long story, Doc," replied Marty, as he was still in a daze.
"Do not," Doc continued, as he was reading the letter, "I repeat, do not attempt to come back here to get me. I am perfectly happy living in the fresh air and wide open spaces, and I fear that unnecessary time travel only risks further disruption of the space-time continuum. And please take care of... Einstein for me." Doc then turned to Marty, and asked, "Einstein?"
"He's your dog, Doc," Marty explained. "Einstein, it's what you call your dog in 1985."
Marty was still trying to digest what was said in 1985 Doc's letter. Marty walked over to a chess set, which Copernicus was sitting in front of, and moved a piece.
Doc smirked at the mention of Einstein and continued reading, "I know you will give him a good home. Remember to walk him twice a day and that he only likes canned dog food. These are my wishes. Please respect them and follow them. And so, Marty, I now say farewell and wish you godspeed. You've been a good, kind, and loyal friend to me and you made a real difference in my life. I will always treasure our relationship, and will think on you with fond memories, warm feelings and a special place in my heart. Your friend in time, Doc Emmett L. Brown." Then Doc turned to Marty - and, with tears in his eyes, he added, "This says September 1st, 1885. I never knew I could write anything so touching."
"I know, I know, Doc," replied Marty, swallowing hard, to keep from crying, "it's beautiful."
Copernicius started to whine. Doc came up to him and said, "Oh, it's all right, Copernicus! Everything's going to be fine."
"I'm sorry, Doc," moaned Marty, trying with all of his might to not cry. "It's all my fault you're stuck back there. I never should've let Biff get to me."
"There are plenty worse places to be than the Old West," replied Doc. "I could've ended up in the Dark Ages. They probably would've burned me at the stake as a heretic or something. Let's look at the map. It says here the time vehicle is buried here in a side tunnel. We may have to blast."
After Marty sat on the couch with Doc, Doc hugged Marty. That did it! Marty began to cry, as he buried his face in Doc's shoulder.
"Oh, Marty," murmured Doc, holding Marty close. He began to rock Marty back and forth. As nice as that felt, Marty half wished that Doc didn't touch him to tenderly. Marty really hated crying, as it embarrassed him. Here he was, seventeen years old - and Doc was rocking him back and forth, like a little child. "Just let it all out," Doc whispered, softly.
There we go, again, thought Marty, despairingly. He had to admit, though, that it did feel good to cry. Besides, Doc of this era probably didn't get too many opportunities, if any, to comfort a crying friend like that. Marty decided just let himself cry freely, knowing that it would ultimately make him feel cleansed and refreshed.
Doc himself was blinking back tears. I must be strong, for Marty, thought Doc.
After about half an hour, Marty's sobs have finally subsided. He then ran to the bathroom, to grab a roll of toilet paper, and handed it to Marty.
"Feel all better, now?" Doc asked, softly.
"Yeah, yeah, I feel much better, Doc," Marty stammered. "I'm sorry, Doc. I was trying really hard to not cry."
"Oh, no, no, no - don't be sorry, Marty!" Doc protested. "I must say that I really am touched to know that you care so deeply about me. Honestly, Marty, I don't know of anyone in this current era who cares so deeply for me, as you do."
"Wh-what?" stammered Marty, confused. "Don't you have any friends?"
"Well, no, I wouldn't quite say that," replied Doc. "I have a few friendly aquaintences. It's just that, I don't think they would care so deeply for me - that they would really cry over the possibility to losing me."
"Maybe they just don't believe in crying," suggested Marty, blushing. "I'm such a crybaby. I feel so embarrassed about letting loose like that on you."
"No, no, Marty! Don't say that!" protested Doc. "Look Marty, you are not a crybaby! You are just a very sensitive young man who cares real deeply about people you are real close to." Holding Marty close to him, Doc added, "It's a very admirable trait to have in you, Marty. Believe me, I wish I knew other people who are as sensitive as you. But, no, I guess the guys of my generation get brought up, being told that 'big boys don't cry'. Marty, I absolutely disagree with that whole 'big boys don't cry' mantra. Crying is a very healthy way of releasing emotion. I mean, think, Marty, why do you suppose God even gave us the ability to cry - if we aren't meant to cry."
"Thanks, Doc," Marty replied, digesting everything Doc had told him. "You are totally right, Doc. You really are the doc, Doc."
"Oh, that's not a problem at all," replied Doc. "I suppose we should make some lunch, now, eh, Marty?"
"For sure!" replied Marty, as managed a small smile.
"For sure?" Doc asked, confused.
"That means 'definitely', Doc," Marty explained to Doc, smiling.
"So, how would would feel about some chicken sandwiches and a Pepsi?" said Doc.
"Sounds awesome, Doc," replied Marty, as he gave Doc another hug.
Awesome? Doc thought, confused. Oh, yeah, I guess that's some slang from the 1980s. Doc then went into the kitchen, to make the sandwiches.
November 13, 1955
7:30 PM PST
Today was the day after the major storm that caused the clock on the clock tower to stop running. After Marty gave Doc a little scare, he finally handed the letter that the older Doc from 1985 to Doc's younger self in 1955. Doc started reading that letter to Marty.
"Dear Marty," Doc was reading, "If my calculations are correct, you will receive this letter immediately after you saw the DeLorean struck by lightning. First, let me assure you that I am alive and well. I have been living happily these past eight months in the year 1885. The lightning bolt that hit the DeLorean caused a gigawatt overload which scrambled the time circuits, activated the flux capacitor, and sent me back to 1885. The overload shorted out the time circuits and destroyed the flying circuits. Unfortunately, the car will never fly again," Then turning to Marty, Doc asked, 'It actually flew?"
"Yeah, well, you had a hover conversion done in the early 21st century," Marty explained.
"Incredible!" exclaimed Doc. Turning back to the letter, Doc continued, "I set myself up as a blacksmith as a front, while I attempted to repair the damage to the time circuits. Unfortunately, this proved impossible - because suitable replacement parts will not be invented until 1947. However, I've gotten quite adept at shoeing horses and fixing wagons!"
Doc then turned to Marty, and he gasped, "1885! Amazing. I actually end up as a blacksmith in the Old West."
"Pretty heavy, huh?" asked Marty, as he was still shocked by that discovery of Doc.
Doc turned back to the letter, and continued, "I have buried the DeLorean in the Del Gato mine adjacent to the old Boot Hill Cemetery - as shown on the enclosed map. Hopefully, it will remain undisturbed and preserved until you uncover it in 1955. Inside, you will find repair instructions. My 1955 counterpart - that's me - should have no problem repairing it so you can drive it back to the future. Once you have returned to 1985, destroy the time machine." Then turning to Marty, Doc asked, "Destroy it?"
"Yeah, well, it's a long story, Doc," replied Marty, as he was still in a daze.
"Do not," Doc continued, as he was reading the letter, "I repeat, do not attempt to come back here to get me. I am perfectly happy living in the fresh air and wide open spaces, and I fear that unnecessary time travel only risks further disruption of the space-time continuum. And please take care of... Einstein for me." Doc then turned to Marty, and asked, "Einstein?"
"He's your dog, Doc," Marty explained. "Einstein, it's what you call your dog in 1985."
Marty was still trying to digest what was said in 1985 Doc's letter. Marty walked over to a chess set, which Copernicus was sitting in front of, and moved a piece.
Doc smirked at the mention of Einstein and continued reading, "I know you will give him a good home. Remember to walk him twice a day and that he only likes canned dog food. These are my wishes. Please respect them and follow them. And so, Marty, I now say farewell and wish you godspeed. You've been a good, kind, and loyal friend to me and you made a real difference in my life. I will always treasure our relationship, and will think on you with fond memories, warm feelings and a special place in my heart. Your friend in time, Doc Emmett L. Brown." Then Doc turned to Marty - and, with tears in his eyes, he added, "This says September 1st, 1885. I never knew I could write anything so touching."
"I know, I know, Doc," replied Marty, swallowing hard, to keep from crying, "it's beautiful."
Copernicius started to whine. Doc came up to him and said, "Oh, it's all right, Copernicus! Everything's going to be fine."
"I'm sorry, Doc," moaned Marty, trying with all of his might to not cry. "It's all my fault you're stuck back there. I never should've let Biff get to me."
"There are plenty worse places to be than the Old West," replied Doc. "I could've ended up in the Dark Ages. They probably would've burned me at the stake as a heretic or something. Let's look at the map. It says here the time vehicle is buried here in a side tunnel. We may have to blast."
After Marty sat on the couch with Doc, Doc hugged Marty. That did it! Marty began to cry, as he buried his face in Doc's shoulder.
"Oh, Marty," murmured Doc, holding Marty close. He began to rock Marty back and forth. As nice as that felt, Marty half wished that Doc didn't touch him to tenderly. Marty really hated crying, as it embarrassed him. Here he was, seventeen years old - and Doc was rocking him back and forth, like a little child. "Just let it all out," Doc whispered, softly.
There we go, again, thought Marty, despairingly. He had to admit, though, that it did feel good to cry. Besides, Doc of this era probably didn't get too many opportunities, if any, to comfort a crying friend like that. Marty decided just let himself cry freely, knowing that it would ultimately make him feel cleansed and refreshed.
Doc himself was blinking back tears. I must be strong, for Marty, thought Doc.
After about half an hour, Marty's sobs have finally subsided. He then ran to the bathroom, to grab a roll of toilet paper, and handed it to Marty.
"Feel all better, now?" Doc asked, softly.
"Yeah, yeah, I feel much better, Doc," Marty stammered. "I'm sorry, Doc. I was trying really hard to not cry."
"Oh, no, no, no - don't be sorry, Marty!" Doc protested. "I must say that I really am touched to know that you care so deeply about me. Honestly, Marty, I don't know of anyone in this current era who cares so deeply for me, as you do."
"Wh-what?" stammered Marty, confused. "Don't you have any friends?"
"Well, no, I wouldn't quite say that," replied Doc. "I have a few friendly aquaintences. It's just that, I don't think they would care so deeply for me - that they would really cry over the possibility to losing me."
"Maybe they just don't believe in crying," suggested Marty, blushing. "I'm such a crybaby. I feel so embarrassed about letting loose like that on you."
"No, no, Marty! Don't say that!" protested Doc. "Look Marty, you are not a crybaby! You are just a very sensitive young man who cares real deeply about people you are real close to." Holding Marty close to him, Doc added, "It's a very admirable trait to have in you, Marty. Believe me, I wish I knew other people who are as sensitive as you. But, no, I guess the guys of my generation get brought up, being told that 'big boys don't cry'. Marty, I absolutely disagree with that whole 'big boys don't cry' mantra. Crying is a very healthy way of releasing emotion. I mean, think, Marty, why do you suppose God even gave us the ability to cry - if we aren't meant to cry."
"Thanks, Doc," Marty replied, digesting everything Doc had told him. "You are totally right, Doc. You really are the doc, Doc."
"Oh, that's not a problem at all," replied Doc. "I suppose we should make some lunch, now, eh, Marty?"
"For sure!" replied Marty, as managed a small smile.
"For sure?" Doc asked, confused.
"That means 'definitely', Doc," Marty explained to Doc, smiling.
"So, how would would feel about some chicken sandwiches and a Pepsi?" said Doc.
"Sounds awesome, Doc," replied Marty, as he gave Doc another hug.
Awesome? Doc thought, confused. Oh, yeah, I guess that's some slang from the 1980s. Doc then went into the kitchen, to make the sandwiches.
bttf44 - July 29, 2006 02:04 AM (GMT)
Oh, No! Not Again!
This short story could either be seen as a continuation of Marty Wept 2, or a vignette of Back To The Future Part Three. It's your choice. This story take place after Marty discover's Doc's gravestone in 1955.
November 14, 1955
2:30 PM PST
'You're right, Marty,' Doc said, as the duo were about to leave Boot Hill Cemetery. 'I know too much already. Better that I not attempt to uncover the circumstances of my own... future.' Then calling to his dog, Doc shouted, 'Copernicus! Come home, boy!'
'I'll get him Doc,' offered Marty. 'Copernicus!'
Marty could hear Copernicius whining.
'Come on, let's go home, boy,' Marty called.
Copernicus began to whine again.
'What's wrong?' asked Marty. 'What's wrong, Copernicus? Come on, let's go home. Come on.'
Copernicus was standing in front of a gravestone. Marty put the flashlight onto it, but didn't notice what the gravestone said: 'Here Lies Emmett Brown, Died, September 7th, 1885. Erected in eternal memory by his beloved Clara.' Marty began to walk then, then stopped, turned back, and read the writing.
'Doc! Doc!' Marty called, urgently. 'Come here! Quick!'
'What's wrong, Marty?' asked Doc. 'You look like you've seen a ghost.'
'You're not far off, Doc,' said Marty, trying to hold back his tears. 'Look at this.'
Doc read the gravestone - then clutched his chest. 'Oh! Great Scott!' Doc gasped.
'Check this out,' called out Marty. Then reading, he continued, 'Died, September 7th, 1885.' Then turning to Doc, Marty added, 'That's one week after you wrote the letter!' Then reading the gravestone, Marty said, 'Erected in eternal memory by his beloved Clara.' Marty then stood up, and gasped, 'Who the hell is Clara!'
'Marty, please don't stand there!' shouted Doc.
Blinking back tears, Marty stepped away from the grave, so Doc can read. 'Oh, right, sorry,' stammered Marty. 'I gotta get another picture.'
Marty then took a picture of the gravestone. I wonder who Clara is, mused Marty. Did he actually find love in 1885, within the week of writing his letter to me. Even before finding out about the gunshot, Marty had made plans to go back to 1885 to get him. He figured that Doc secretly wanted Marty to come get him as well - but that he was trying to put on a brave act. Marty, however, know Doc better than that. Possibly, Doc also figured that Marty would ignore the instructions, coming to get him anyway. Doc and Marty just knew each other so well. Now Marty knew without a doubt that he had to rescue his friend from 1885.
'... shot in the back by Buford Tannen over a matter of 80 dollars,' Doc read, from the gravestone. Then Doc gasped, 'What kind of a future do you call that?'
'Oh, I'm sorry, Doc!' wailed Marty, throwing his arms around Doc. Then, beginning to cry, Marty said, 'It's all my fault, Doc! It's all my fault! It's all...' Then Marty could no longer speak, he was crying so hard.
Doc held Marty close and whispered, 'Please, Marty, please don't blame yourself.'
'But I, uh, I, uh...' Marty sobbed. He was unable to speak. I must go back and prevent this tragedy, Marty thought, miserably. I cannot let this happen to him! I cannot let this happen! Marty tried to stop crying, but was unsuccessful. He finally stopped struggling, realizing that it was better just to let the tears flow.
Doc gently rocked Marty back and forth, murmuring, 'Just let it all out, Marty. I'm touched that you care for me so much.' Doc was trying to hold back his own tears, realizing that he must be strong for Marty. He was more concerned about Marty's emotional well-being, then he was about his future - or was it past - impending death. Marty was obviously not your typical teenage boy. Oh, sure, he had the hunger for adventure and the skills to fight, that was typical of young men Marty's age. Still, it was obvious that Marty also had a soft, sensitive, and emotional side - which was somewhat uncommon in men Marty's age. He realized just how much he would miss Marty, once he left. He wished that Marty could stay with him in 1955, only he realized that Marty had a life of his own back in 1985. One thing was certain, Marty was definitely one of a kind. He wondered how long it would be, before he met Marty, again.
'Marty,' Doc asked, softly, 'I'm just wondering. When, uh, when have we first met?'
'In April,' Marty whispered, through sobs, 'April of 1975.'
'Sorry, Marty,' Doc apologized, embarrassed, 'I should have waited until you were done crying to ask.'
'It's okay, Doc,' Marty whispered. 'I hate crying like this, but you mean so much to me.'
'Shhhhh, don't talk anymore,' Doc spoke, gently. 'Just let it all out. You'll feel better when you're done crying.'
Marty realized that Doc was right. He had to admit that it felt good to cry. He didn't really hate crying, just that doing so tended to embarrass him. Then again, this was just his very best friend from childhood, Doc. There was obviously no need to be embarrassed to cry in front of Doc. In fact, it felt good to be comforted by Doc like that. Which only made him realize how much more he would miss Doc, if he didn't go back to 1885 to get him. Marty just held unto Doc, tightly, freely and fully giving way to tears.
After about 20 minutes, Marty's sobs have finally began to subside.
'Thanks, Doc,' Marty said, softly, lifting up his tear-stained face. 'I promise, Doc, I will not let you die that way. I'll come back and prevent that from happening.'
'Are you sure you wish to do that, Marty?' Doc asked, gently.
'Yes, I'm sure, Doc,' insisted Marty. 'You have no idea how much you mean to me, Doc. I need you!'
'Okay, okay, Marty, I'm convinced,' stammered Doc, not wanting to see Marty cry again. 'I don't want myself to die that way, either.'
'Right, I know,' replied Marty, managing a small soft smile. 'You really are my close friend, Doc.'
Then Doc and Marty embraced, again.
'It'll be a long way to wait until April of 1975,' said Doc, sighing, 'but I guess it's worth the wait. You really are one precious young man, Marty. You know that?'
'Thanks, Doc,' replied Marty, smiling. Then Doc, Marty, and Copernicus headed for home.
This short story could either be seen as a continuation of Marty Wept 2, or a vignette of Back To The Future Part Three. It's your choice. This story take place after Marty discover's Doc's gravestone in 1955.
November 14, 1955
2:30 PM PST
'You're right, Marty,' Doc said, as the duo were about to leave Boot Hill Cemetery. 'I know too much already. Better that I not attempt to uncover the circumstances of my own... future.' Then calling to his dog, Doc shouted, 'Copernicus! Come home, boy!'
'I'll get him Doc,' offered Marty. 'Copernicus!'
Marty could hear Copernicius whining.
'Come on, let's go home, boy,' Marty called.
Copernicus began to whine again.
'What's wrong?' asked Marty. 'What's wrong, Copernicus? Come on, let's go home. Come on.'
Copernicus was standing in front of a gravestone. Marty put the flashlight onto it, but didn't notice what the gravestone said: 'Here Lies Emmett Brown, Died, September 7th, 1885. Erected in eternal memory by his beloved Clara.' Marty began to walk then, then stopped, turned back, and read the writing.
'Doc! Doc!' Marty called, urgently. 'Come here! Quick!'
'What's wrong, Marty?' asked Doc. 'You look like you've seen a ghost.'
'You're not far off, Doc,' said Marty, trying to hold back his tears. 'Look at this.'
Doc read the gravestone - then clutched his chest. 'Oh! Great Scott!' Doc gasped.
'Check this out,' called out Marty. Then reading, he continued, 'Died, September 7th, 1885.' Then turning to Doc, Marty added, 'That's one week after you wrote the letter!' Then reading the gravestone, Marty said, 'Erected in eternal memory by his beloved Clara.' Marty then stood up, and gasped, 'Who the hell is Clara!'
'Marty, please don't stand there!' shouted Doc.
Blinking back tears, Marty stepped away from the grave, so Doc can read. 'Oh, right, sorry,' stammered Marty. 'I gotta get another picture.'
Marty then took a picture of the gravestone. I wonder who Clara is, mused Marty. Did he actually find love in 1885, within the week of writing his letter to me. Even before finding out about the gunshot, Marty had made plans to go back to 1885 to get him. He figured that Doc secretly wanted Marty to come get him as well - but that he was trying to put on a brave act. Marty, however, know Doc better than that. Possibly, Doc also figured that Marty would ignore the instructions, coming to get him anyway. Doc and Marty just knew each other so well. Now Marty knew without a doubt that he had to rescue his friend from 1885.
'... shot in the back by Buford Tannen over a matter of 80 dollars,' Doc read, from the gravestone. Then Doc gasped, 'What kind of a future do you call that?'
'Oh, I'm sorry, Doc!' wailed Marty, throwing his arms around Doc. Then, beginning to cry, Marty said, 'It's all my fault, Doc! It's all my fault! It's all...' Then Marty could no longer speak, he was crying so hard.
Doc held Marty close and whispered, 'Please, Marty, please don't blame yourself.'
'But I, uh, I, uh...' Marty sobbed. He was unable to speak. I must go back and prevent this tragedy, Marty thought, miserably. I cannot let this happen to him! I cannot let this happen! Marty tried to stop crying, but was unsuccessful. He finally stopped struggling, realizing that it was better just to let the tears flow.
Doc gently rocked Marty back and forth, murmuring, 'Just let it all out, Marty. I'm touched that you care for me so much.' Doc was trying to hold back his own tears, realizing that he must be strong for Marty. He was more concerned about Marty's emotional well-being, then he was about his future - or was it past - impending death. Marty was obviously not your typical teenage boy. Oh, sure, he had the hunger for adventure and the skills to fight, that was typical of young men Marty's age. Still, it was obvious that Marty also had a soft, sensitive, and emotional side - which was somewhat uncommon in men Marty's age. He realized just how much he would miss Marty, once he left. He wished that Marty could stay with him in 1955, only he realized that Marty had a life of his own back in 1985. One thing was certain, Marty was definitely one of a kind. He wondered how long it would be, before he met Marty, again.
'Marty,' Doc asked, softly, 'I'm just wondering. When, uh, when have we first met?'
'In April,' Marty whispered, through sobs, 'April of 1975.'
'Sorry, Marty,' Doc apologized, embarrassed, 'I should have waited until you were done crying to ask.'
'It's okay, Doc,' Marty whispered. 'I hate crying like this, but you mean so much to me.'
'Shhhhh, don't talk anymore,' Doc spoke, gently. 'Just let it all out. You'll feel better when you're done crying.'
Marty realized that Doc was right. He had to admit that it felt good to cry. He didn't really hate crying, just that doing so tended to embarrass him. Then again, this was just his very best friend from childhood, Doc. There was obviously no need to be embarrassed to cry in front of Doc. In fact, it felt good to be comforted by Doc like that. Which only made him realize how much more he would miss Doc, if he didn't go back to 1885 to get him. Marty just held unto Doc, tightly, freely and fully giving way to tears.
After about 20 minutes, Marty's sobs have finally began to subside.
'Thanks, Doc,' Marty said, softly, lifting up his tear-stained face. 'I promise, Doc, I will not let you die that way. I'll come back and prevent that from happening.'
'Are you sure you wish to do that, Marty?' Doc asked, gently.
'Yes, I'm sure, Doc,' insisted Marty. 'You have no idea how much you mean to me, Doc. I need you!'
'Okay, okay, Marty, I'm convinced,' stammered Doc, not wanting to see Marty cry again. 'I don't want myself to die that way, either.'
'Right, I know,' replied Marty, managing a small soft smile. 'You really are my close friend, Doc.'
Then Doc and Marty embraced, again.
'It'll be a long way to wait until April of 1975,' said Doc, sighing, 'but I guess it's worth the wait. You really are one precious young man, Marty. You know that?'
'Thanks, Doc,' replied Marty, smiling. Then Doc, Marty, and Copernicus headed for home.
bttf44 - July 29, 2006 02:06 AM (GMT)
This Can't Be Happening!
This short story is a vignette of Back To The Future Part Two. This story take place when Marty discovers his dad's gravestone at Oak Park Cemetery, in Rich Biff's universe.
October 27, 1985
12:30 AM PST
Rich Biff Universe
'Mom, I just want to know one thing,' pleaded Marty, tearfully - holding Lorraine's hand. 'Where's my father? Where's George McFly?'
'Marty!' wailed Lorraine, concerned about who she thought was her son. 'George, your father is in the same place he's been for the past 12 years.' After taking a sip of beer, Lorraine added, 'Oak Park Cemetery.'
Marty had had a horrified expression on his face. He was blinking hard, trying to keep from crying. I cannot let Biff and his cronies see me cry, Marty thought, firmly. I bet those monsters would just love to see me cry. Well, I am not giving them the satisfaction.
Marty then grabbed a flashlight and ran out to Oak Park Cemetery, looking for his father's gravestone. After searching for about ten minutes, Marty finally found his father's gravestone. It read, 'In Loving Memory Of George Douglas McFly, Born April 1st 1938, Died March 15th 1973.'
'NO! No!' Marty gasped quietly, beginning to cry. He then kneeled down in front of the gravestone, pushing away some plants on the stone.
'This can't be happening!' sobbed Marty, with tears running down his cheeks. Looking at the grave, he read, in a shaky whispery voice, 'March 15th 1973?' Then breaking down into tears, Marty sobbed, 'No! Oh, please, God, no! No, please, God! Please God, no, this can't be happening! This can't be happening! This can't be...'
A shadow then appeared on the gravestone. Marty heard a twig snap - and Marty turned around. It was Doc and Einstein!
'I'm afraid it is happening, Marty, all of it!' replied Doc, in a grim tone.
'Doc!' gasped Marty, his voice snagging on a sob.
'When I learnt about your father,' Doc explained, 'I figured you'd come here.'
'Then you know what happened to him?' Marty asked, as tears were spilling down his cheeks. Then he walked up to Doc and Einstein, and pointed at the gravestone. 'You know what happened, March 15th 1973?'
'Yes, Marty, I know,' replied Doc, softly.
'What? What is it?' Marty sobbed, in desperation. 'Please tell me!'
'I'll tell you when we get to the lab, Marty,' Doc explained gently, putting his arm around Marty's shoulder, and giving it a squeeze.
'I want to know now, Doc!' pleaded Marty, sobbing. Throwing himself into Doc's arms and burying his face into Doc's shoulder, Marty sobbed, 'This has to be a nightmare! This has to be a nightmare! This has to be...' Marty was crying too hard to say anything more.
Doc held Marty, tightly, gently rocking him back and forth. Poor Marty, Doc thought, miserably. Doc knew what had happened, but he couldn't explain to Marty, until they went to the lab. This was the second day in a row that Marty had gone through the grief of losing someone that he cared about - or so he thought. This is it, Doc thought, determinedly. As soon as we go back in time to fix everything, I am destroying this infernal time machine. This has caused nothing but trouble for us! Well, that wasn't quite true, Doc realized. Marty's trip to 1955 had manage to improve Marty's family life for him. Still, is this really worth it? Doc thought.
As Doc began to think about how Biff from 2015 had taken the almanac back into the past, and given it to his younger self, Doc's rage for Biff began to boil. He has got to be the most disgusting person on earth! Doc thought, angrily. Then realizing that, in his rage, he was squeezing Marty a little too hard, he calmed himself - trying to focus on comforting his young friend.
'Just let it all out, Marty,' whispered Doc, gently rocking Marty back and forth. 'Things will be okay...'
Marty, not convinced that things would ever be okay, just sobbed harder. What is Doc talking about? Marty thought, miserably. How can things ever be okay? My father is dead, Biff married my mother, and Biff hates me. Why does Biff hate me so much? I try to be kind to everyone! Life just isn't fair! All the heartless monsters like Biff Tannen get to live awesome lives - while nice guys like me get punished! Maybe I'm not so nice, afterall. Please, God! Whatever did I do wrong to deserve all this crap?
'Doc, I just want out of life!' Marty sobbed. 'Why do monsters like Biff Tannen get to live such awesome lives - and I get stuck with all of this crap? I try to be nice to everyone!'
'Shhhhh, Marty,' Doc said, softly. 'Just let it all out, and we can go to my lab, and see what we can work out. I promise, things will get better for you! We can fix everything, and then things will be back to normal. You'll see your daddy again, don't worry.'
'Oh, Doc...' Marty sobbed. He clung onto Doc, his only source of comfort in this world. He tried to believe Doc, but he just wasn't so sure. It seemed like everything in his life was falling apart.
'Shhhhh, shhhhh, just let it all out, Marty,' whispered Doc. 'You have to trust me, when I say that things will be okay.'
Neither Marty nor Doc said another word. Doc just gently rocked Marty back and forth, as Marty cried his heart out. Such a gentle, tender, sweet, soft, and sensitive young soul, thought Doc. Marty has always been like a son to Doc - even though Marty loved his own father, too. It really upset Doc to see his young friend so devastated. That monster, Biff, had shattered my young friend's tender heart, thought Doc, rage building up in himself. Then realizing that rage would do him no good, Doc tried to settle down, trying to comfort his young friend.
After about half an hour, Marty's sobs have finally subsided. Marty didn't feel much better, though.
'I guess we can head to the lab, now, Doc,' Marty whispered.
'Sure, let's go,' agreed Doc. 'I promise to explain to you everything that happened. Then we can go fix it, okay?'
'Sure, I guess,' replied Marty.
Doc then gave Marty's ribs a little tickle.
'Hey, Doc,' protested Marty, laughing, 'that tickles!'
'At least I got you to smile again,' Doc said, with a smirk. 'Let's go, Marty. Everything will be okay, I promise.'
Then the duo headed off to the lab.
This short story is a vignette of Back To The Future Part Two. This story take place when Marty discovers his dad's gravestone at Oak Park Cemetery, in Rich Biff's universe.
October 27, 1985
12:30 AM PST
Rich Biff Universe
'Mom, I just want to know one thing,' pleaded Marty, tearfully - holding Lorraine's hand. 'Where's my father? Where's George McFly?'
'Marty!' wailed Lorraine, concerned about who she thought was her son. 'George, your father is in the same place he's been for the past 12 years.' After taking a sip of beer, Lorraine added, 'Oak Park Cemetery.'
Marty had had a horrified expression on his face. He was blinking hard, trying to keep from crying. I cannot let Biff and his cronies see me cry, Marty thought, firmly. I bet those monsters would just love to see me cry. Well, I am not giving them the satisfaction.
Marty then grabbed a flashlight and ran out to Oak Park Cemetery, looking for his father's gravestone. After searching for about ten minutes, Marty finally found his father's gravestone. It read, 'In Loving Memory Of George Douglas McFly, Born April 1st 1938, Died March 15th 1973.'
'NO! No!' Marty gasped quietly, beginning to cry. He then kneeled down in front of the gravestone, pushing away some plants on the stone.
'This can't be happening!' sobbed Marty, with tears running down his cheeks. Looking at the grave, he read, in a shaky whispery voice, 'March 15th 1973?' Then breaking down into tears, Marty sobbed, 'No! Oh, please, God, no! No, please, God! Please God, no, this can't be happening! This can't be happening! This can't be...'
A shadow then appeared on the gravestone. Marty heard a twig snap - and Marty turned around. It was Doc and Einstein!
'I'm afraid it is happening, Marty, all of it!' replied Doc, in a grim tone.
'Doc!' gasped Marty, his voice snagging on a sob.
'When I learnt about your father,' Doc explained, 'I figured you'd come here.'
'Then you know what happened to him?' Marty asked, as tears were spilling down his cheeks. Then he walked up to Doc and Einstein, and pointed at the gravestone. 'You know what happened, March 15th 1973?'
'Yes, Marty, I know,' replied Doc, softly.
'What? What is it?' Marty sobbed, in desperation. 'Please tell me!'
'I'll tell you when we get to the lab, Marty,' Doc explained gently, putting his arm around Marty's shoulder, and giving it a squeeze.
'I want to know now, Doc!' pleaded Marty, sobbing. Throwing himself into Doc's arms and burying his face into Doc's shoulder, Marty sobbed, 'This has to be a nightmare! This has to be a nightmare! This has to be...' Marty was crying too hard to say anything more.
Doc held Marty, tightly, gently rocking him back and forth. Poor Marty, Doc thought, miserably. Doc knew what had happened, but he couldn't explain to Marty, until they went to the lab. This was the second day in a row that Marty had gone through the grief of losing someone that he cared about - or so he thought. This is it, Doc thought, determinedly. As soon as we go back in time to fix everything, I am destroying this infernal time machine. This has caused nothing but trouble for us! Well, that wasn't quite true, Doc realized. Marty's trip to 1955 had manage to improve Marty's family life for him. Still, is this really worth it? Doc thought.
As Doc began to think about how Biff from 2015 had taken the almanac back into the past, and given it to his younger self, Doc's rage for Biff began to boil. He has got to be the most disgusting person on earth! Doc thought, angrily. Then realizing that, in his rage, he was squeezing Marty a little too hard, he calmed himself - trying to focus on comforting his young friend.
'Just let it all out, Marty,' whispered Doc, gently rocking Marty back and forth. 'Things will be okay...'
Marty, not convinced that things would ever be okay, just sobbed harder. What is Doc talking about? Marty thought, miserably. How can things ever be okay? My father is dead, Biff married my mother, and Biff hates me. Why does Biff hate me so much? I try to be kind to everyone! Life just isn't fair! All the heartless monsters like Biff Tannen get to live awesome lives - while nice guys like me get punished! Maybe I'm not so nice, afterall. Please, God! Whatever did I do wrong to deserve all this crap?
'Doc, I just want out of life!' Marty sobbed. 'Why do monsters like Biff Tannen get to live such awesome lives - and I get stuck with all of this crap? I try to be nice to everyone!'
'Shhhhh, Marty,' Doc said, softly. 'Just let it all out, and we can go to my lab, and see what we can work out. I promise, things will get better for you! We can fix everything, and then things will be back to normal. You'll see your daddy again, don't worry.'
'Oh, Doc...' Marty sobbed. He clung onto Doc, his only source of comfort in this world. He tried to believe Doc, but he just wasn't so sure. It seemed like everything in his life was falling apart.
'Shhhhh, shhhhh, just let it all out, Marty,' whispered Doc. 'You have to trust me, when I say that things will be okay.'
Neither Marty nor Doc said another word. Doc just gently rocked Marty back and forth, as Marty cried his heart out. Such a gentle, tender, sweet, soft, and sensitive young soul, thought Doc. Marty has always been like a son to Doc - even though Marty loved his own father, too. It really upset Doc to see his young friend so devastated. That monster, Biff, had shattered my young friend's tender heart, thought Doc, rage building up in himself. Then realizing that rage would do him no good, Doc tried to settle down, trying to comfort his young friend.
After about half an hour, Marty's sobs have finally subsided. Marty didn't feel much better, though.
'I guess we can head to the lab, now, Doc,' Marty whispered.
'Sure, let's go,' agreed Doc. 'I promise to explain to you everything that happened. Then we can go fix it, okay?'
'Sure, I guess,' replied Marty.
Doc then gave Marty's ribs a little tickle.
'Hey, Doc,' protested Marty, laughing, 'that tickles!'
'At least I got you to smile again,' Doc said, with a smirk. 'Let's go, Marty. Everything will be okay, I promise.'
Then the duo headed off to the lab.
bttf44 - July 30, 2006 01:25 AM (GMT)
Please Come Home, Doc!
Okay, the events in this story take place immediately after the events in the end of the trilogy. Where did Doc go, after leaving 1985 in the steam train with his family? Did he decide to return to the Old West, for good. Or does he plan to return to 1985? Onto the story, now...
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October 27, 1985
4:30 PM PST
'All right, boys, buckle up!' Doc told Jules and Verne.
'Hey, Doc...where ya going now?' asked Marty. 'Back to the future?'
Doc shook his head, smiled and said, 'Nope. Already been there!'
Marty and Jennifer looked up to see Doc and family wave at them, and they waved back. Then the train's wheeled lift up To Marty's amazement, he realized that it's been hover-converted. The train flew off, turned around, and then disappeared.
Marty was then in a state of shock. He kept staring straight ahead, and he seemed to be paralyzed. Where did Doc just go? Was he even planning to return?
'Marty, are you alright?' Jennifer asked, concerned. 'You're standing there - like you're in a state of shock, or something! Your eyes looked glazed over.'
'Wha-what?' stammered Marty, still in a state of shock. Then some terrible thoughts started to sink in. It seemed that Doc has said good bye forever - that he may choose to settle back in the Old West for good. Tears were stinging the back of Marty's eyes.
'Well, you seem to be a state of shock! Are you missing your friend already?'
'Y-yes, I am,' whispered Marty. Then Marty, breaking free of his shocked state, crumpled onto the ground and collapsed into sobs, his shoulders shaking. 'Oh, Jennifer,' Marty sobbed. 'What if Doc never plans to return. I'll really mi-mi-miss hi-him!'
'Oh, Marty,' murmured Jennifer, softly - as he gently lifted Marty up from the ground, cradled Marty into his arms, and rocked him back and forth. It really upset Jennifer to see Marty crying so hard. Poor, sweet, sensitive Marty! Jennifer thought, sadly, really feeling bad for her boyfriend. She has seen Marty cry on a few occassions before, but never quite like that. Marty was crying like his heart was breaking. 'You really miss Dr. Brown, don't you?'
'I, uh, uh...' Marty was crying so hard he couldn't speak, he buried his face into Jennifer's shoulder, and clung onto her tightly.
'Just don't say anything, Marty,' Jennifer whispered, continuing to rock Marty back and forth. 'Just let it all out. Just let it out, Marty.'
Neither Jennifer nor Marty said another word. Jennifer just gently rocked Marty, as Marty cried his heart out. Jennifer was blinking back her own tears, trying to remain strong for Marty. Jennifer and Marty have dated for a couple of years, and Marty's sensitivity was one trait that Jennifer found attractive. Heck, Marty even cried to beautiful music - which Jennifer found attractive. Still, it broke Jennifer's heart to see Marty crying so brokenly.
After what seemed to be an hour, some sonic booms could then be heard. It was Doc, with a brand new DeLorean. As Doc stepped out the DeLorean, he could see Jennifer rocking Marty back and forth, trying desperately to comfort him.
Oh, no, Doc thought, miserably, [/i]Marty has been crying? He must have thought that he would never see me again. After nearly losing me twice, he must have thought that he lost me for good. Oh, poor Marty - my precious friend. I was never planning on leaving him. I miss Marty just as much as he misses me. Heck, I miss Marty even more so. I mean, I have not seen Marty in eight years.[/i]
'Jennifer,' Doc called out, softly, 'what is wrong with Marty? Why is he crying? Did he miss me already?'
'Oh, Dr. Brown,' Jennifer answered, with relief. 'thank goodness you're back! Marty has been crying like this ever since you left - well, after being in a state of shock for a few minutes. I've been trying to comfort him and calm him down. I thought he would never stop crying. Dr. Brown, he obviously misses you a lot.'
'Doc, Doc, what brings you back here?' asked Marty, lifting up his tear-stained face and trying to swallow his sobs. 'I thought I would never see you again! You really mean a lot to me, honest, you do. I was hoping you and your family could move back here to 1985.'
Then Marty hugged Doc, and began to cry again. 'Please tell me you're back here to stay,' Marty sobbed, pleadingly.
'Yes, yes, Marty,' Doc said, softly. 'Clara and I have decided to move back - with our sons. We decided that if we stayed in the past, we could create some serious problems in the time-space continuum. Besides, I've really missed you a lot, too. The kids are looking forward to getting to know you, as well. Clara misses you, too.'
'Oh, Doc...' Marty sobbed. 'Were you really planning on never coming back?'
Doc sighed, trying to think of how to respond. His young friend was obviously very grief-strucken. 'I know we would have to come back here, eventually. We just didn't know when. We'd have to think of a good cover story, to explain how I suddenly have a wife and two kids. I promise, we'll come back here as soon as possible. I really do love you a lot, Marty - and I missed you, too.'
'It's so good to hear,' Marty whispered, through sobs. 'I really love you, too, Doc.'
Gee, is Marty ever going to stop crying? Jennifer thought, with despair. Poor Marty, I guess he really was close to Dr. Brown. Jennifer looked down at her shirt, and saw that the top of her left sleeve was damp with tears.
'Dr. Brown,' whispered Jennifer, 'what can we do? What can we do to get Marty to stop crying?'
'First, Jennifer, please, just call me Doc. That's Marty's affectionate nickname for me. Second of all, let's just be patient, and let Marty cry until he's done. It's best to let him get it all out of his system.'
'But, Doctor - Doc,' Jennifer protested, 'Marty has been crying ever since you left with your family on that train, about an hour ago. I mean, you're back now - so why is he still crying? I want to see Marty be happy. It's break my hear to see Marty crying so brokenly.'
'Part of it probably tears of joy and relief,' explained Doc. 'He obviously thought that he would never see me again - and now that I am back...'
'I guess I understand, sort of,' said Jennifer, with a sigh. Then she started to gently rub Marty's back. After about another half hour, Marty's sobs finally began to subside.
'Feel better now, Marty?' Jennifer asked, giving Marty a tight squeeze.
'Thanks, Jennifer! Thank, Doc!' said Marty, wiping his face. 'So, Doc, you really are moving back with your family?'
'Yes, Marty, yes,' Doc said, softly. 'I was just about to come back here to give you the news that we were returning. I didn't want you to wait long at all. I thought that an hour later would be early enough to come back and tell you. Well, maybe I should've told you that we would be coming back - when I brought my family here on the train. I didn't mean to get you all upset. I didn't mean to make you cry.'
'Well, Doc, it's just that you seemed so happy back in the Old West,' said Marty, sighing. 'When you mentioned that you came back here to get Einstein, and that you had a souviner for Jennifer and me - I thought I would never see you again. It's like how I felt when you were shot by the Lybians - then I when I found out you were shot by Buford Tannen. It's like you may as well be dead.'
'I'm sorry, Marty,' Doc said, softly. 'I just wasn't thinking.'
Jennifer was worried that Marty might start crying again - but, instead, Marty gave Doc a big smile, hugged Doc tightly, and said, 'I can't tell you how happy I feel, now that you are coming back. When do you think you might return?'
'Well, it might take about a month to find a house, and get settled in,' said Doc. 'However, I will be spending a lot of time here within the next month, preparing for the move and all that. I'll probably be here about everyday - or every other day, at least.'
Then Doc reached out to tickle Marty's ribs.
'Hey, hey, Doc,' protested Marty, laughing. 'I'm ticklish there!'
'Oh, you are, eh?' Doc asked, with a mischieveous smile. Then Doc began to tickle Marty all over the place, and Jennifer helped him.
'Let's take off his socks and shoes, and tickle him on the soles of his feet,' suggested Jennifer, laughing.
'Don't you dare tickle me there!' protested Marty, through laughter.
'Naaa, not today,' said Doc, smiling.
'Maybe another time,' suggested Jennifer.
'I don't think so!' protested Marty, laughing.
'What? You don't trust me to tickle your feet?' Jennifer asked, shocked. 'But I'm your girlfriend!'
'Yeah, and I've been your friend for many years,' added Doc. 'Surely, you can allow us, of all people, to tickle your feet!'
'No, I don't allow anybody to tickle my feet!' insisted Marty, laughing too hard to protest firmly.
'Okay, Doc, that's maybe enough for now,' suggested Jennifer. 'At least we've got Marty to laugh again.'
'Yeah, thank goodness!' replied Doc. 'I never meant to hurt Marty.'
Then Marty and Doc hugged, again.
'Please, Marty,' Doc said, 'don't cry again, okay? I'll be back here tomorrow, after you get out of school. And, besides, you have Jennifer, too.'
'That is right,' Jennifer added, hugging Marty. 'You have me, too - and I love you!'
'I love you, too, Jennifer!' said Marty, smiling. Then turning to Doc, he added, 'I love you, too, Doc!'
'You also have your buddies from The Pinheads,' Jennifer told Marty, tickling Marty under his chin, causing Marty to laugh.
'Thanks, both of you,' said Marty, smiling.
Marty then hugged Doc one more time, before Doc stepped back into the DeLorean.
'So, Marty,' said Jennifer, 'how about taking a walk to the park?'
'I would love that Jennifer,' Marty said, cheerfully. 'Then, maybe, in a few weeks, we can try taking a trip to the lake for real'
'I would be so lovely,' remarked Jennifer.
Then Jennifer and Marty headed off to the lake.
Okay, the events in this story take place immediately after the events in the end of the trilogy. Where did Doc go, after leaving 1985 in the steam train with his family? Did he decide to return to the Old West, for good. Or does he plan to return to 1985? Onto the story, now...
oooooooooo
October 27, 1985
4:30 PM PST
'All right, boys, buckle up!' Doc told Jules and Verne.
'Hey, Doc...where ya going now?' asked Marty. 'Back to the future?'
Doc shook his head, smiled and said, 'Nope. Already been there!'
Marty and Jennifer looked up to see Doc and family wave at them, and they waved back. Then the train's wheeled lift up To Marty's amazement, he realized that it's been hover-converted. The train flew off, turned around, and then disappeared.
Marty was then in a state of shock. He kept staring straight ahead, and he seemed to be paralyzed. Where did Doc just go? Was he even planning to return?
'Marty, are you alright?' Jennifer asked, concerned. 'You're standing there - like you're in a state of shock, or something! Your eyes looked glazed over.'
'Wha-what?' stammered Marty, still in a state of shock. Then some terrible thoughts started to sink in. It seemed that Doc has said good bye forever - that he may choose to settle back in the Old West for good. Tears were stinging the back of Marty's eyes.
'Well, you seem to be a state of shock! Are you missing your friend already?'
'Y-yes, I am,' whispered Marty. Then Marty, breaking free of his shocked state, crumpled onto the ground and collapsed into sobs, his shoulders shaking. 'Oh, Jennifer,' Marty sobbed. 'What if Doc never plans to return. I'll really mi-mi-miss hi-him!'
'Oh, Marty,' murmured Jennifer, softly - as he gently lifted Marty up from the ground, cradled Marty into his arms, and rocked him back and forth. It really upset Jennifer to see Marty crying so hard. Poor, sweet, sensitive Marty! Jennifer thought, sadly, really feeling bad for her boyfriend. She has seen Marty cry on a few occassions before, but never quite like that. Marty was crying like his heart was breaking. 'You really miss Dr. Brown, don't you?'
'I, uh, uh...' Marty was crying so hard he couldn't speak, he buried his face into Jennifer's shoulder, and clung onto her tightly.
'Just don't say anything, Marty,' Jennifer whispered, continuing to rock Marty back and forth. 'Just let it all out. Just let it out, Marty.'
Neither Jennifer nor Marty said another word. Jennifer just gently rocked Marty, as Marty cried his heart out. Jennifer was blinking back her own tears, trying to remain strong for Marty. Jennifer and Marty have dated for a couple of years, and Marty's sensitivity was one trait that Jennifer found attractive. Heck, Marty even cried to beautiful music - which Jennifer found attractive. Still, it broke Jennifer's heart to see Marty crying so brokenly.
After what seemed to be an hour, some sonic booms could then be heard. It was Doc, with a brand new DeLorean. As Doc stepped out the DeLorean, he could see Jennifer rocking Marty back and forth, trying desperately to comfort him.
Oh, no, Doc thought, miserably, [/i]Marty has been crying? He must have thought that he would never see me again. After nearly losing me twice, he must have thought that he lost me for good. Oh, poor Marty - my precious friend. I was never planning on leaving him. I miss Marty just as much as he misses me. Heck, I miss Marty even more so. I mean, I have not seen Marty in eight years.[/i]
'Jennifer,' Doc called out, softly, 'what is wrong with Marty? Why is he crying? Did he miss me already?'
'Oh, Dr. Brown,' Jennifer answered, with relief. 'thank goodness you're back! Marty has been crying like this ever since you left - well, after being in a state of shock for a few minutes. I've been trying to comfort him and calm him down. I thought he would never stop crying. Dr. Brown, he obviously misses you a lot.'
'Doc, Doc, what brings you back here?' asked Marty, lifting up his tear-stained face and trying to swallow his sobs. 'I thought I would never see you again! You really mean a lot to me, honest, you do. I was hoping you and your family could move back here to 1985.'
Then Marty hugged Doc, and began to cry again. 'Please tell me you're back here to stay,' Marty sobbed, pleadingly.
'Yes, yes, Marty,' Doc said, softly. 'Clara and I have decided to move back - with our sons. We decided that if we stayed in the past, we could create some serious problems in the time-space continuum. Besides, I've really missed you a lot, too. The kids are looking forward to getting to know you, as well. Clara misses you, too.'
'Oh, Doc...' Marty sobbed. 'Were you really planning on never coming back?'
Doc sighed, trying to think of how to respond. His young friend was obviously very grief-strucken. 'I know we would have to come back here, eventually. We just didn't know when. We'd have to think of a good cover story, to explain how I suddenly have a wife and two kids. I promise, we'll come back here as soon as possible. I really do love you a lot, Marty - and I missed you, too.'
'It's so good to hear,' Marty whispered, through sobs. 'I really love you, too, Doc.'
Gee, is Marty ever going to stop crying? Jennifer thought, with despair. Poor Marty, I guess he really was close to Dr. Brown. Jennifer looked down at her shirt, and saw that the top of her left sleeve was damp with tears.
'Dr. Brown,' whispered Jennifer, 'what can we do? What can we do to get Marty to stop crying?'
'First, Jennifer, please, just call me Doc. That's Marty's affectionate nickname for me. Second of all, let's just be patient, and let Marty cry until he's done. It's best to let him get it all out of his system.'
'But, Doctor - Doc,' Jennifer protested, 'Marty has been crying ever since you left with your family on that train, about an hour ago. I mean, you're back now - so why is he still crying? I want to see Marty be happy. It's break my hear to see Marty crying so brokenly.'
'Part of it probably tears of joy and relief,' explained Doc. 'He obviously thought that he would never see me again - and now that I am back...'
'I guess I understand, sort of,' said Jennifer, with a sigh. Then she started to gently rub Marty's back. After about another half hour, Marty's sobs finally began to subside.
'Feel better now, Marty?' Jennifer asked, giving Marty a tight squeeze.
'Thanks, Jennifer! Thank, Doc!' said Marty, wiping his face. 'So, Doc, you really are moving back with your family?'
'Yes, Marty, yes,' Doc said, softly. 'I was just about to come back here to give you the news that we were returning. I didn't want you to wait long at all. I thought that an hour later would be early enough to come back and tell you. Well, maybe I should've told you that we would be coming back - when I brought my family here on the train. I didn't mean to get you all upset. I didn't mean to make you cry.'
'Well, Doc, it's just that you seemed so happy back in the Old West,' said Marty, sighing. 'When you mentioned that you came back here to get Einstein, and that you had a souviner for Jennifer and me - I thought I would never see you again. It's like how I felt when you were shot by the Lybians - then I when I found out you were shot by Buford Tannen. It's like you may as well be dead.'
'I'm sorry, Marty,' Doc said, softly. 'I just wasn't thinking.'
Jennifer was worried that Marty might start crying again - but, instead, Marty gave Doc a big smile, hugged Doc tightly, and said, 'I can't tell you how happy I feel, now that you are coming back. When do you think you might return?'
'Well, it might take about a month to find a house, and get settled in,' said Doc. 'However, I will be spending a lot of time here within the next month, preparing for the move and all that. I'll probably be here about everyday - or every other day, at least.'
Then Doc reached out to tickle Marty's ribs.
'Hey, hey, Doc,' protested Marty, laughing. 'I'm ticklish there!'
'Oh, you are, eh?' Doc asked, with a mischieveous smile. Then Doc began to tickle Marty all over the place, and Jennifer helped him.
'Let's take off his socks and shoes, and tickle him on the soles of his feet,' suggested Jennifer, laughing.
'Don't you dare tickle me there!' protested Marty, through laughter.
'Naaa, not today,' said Doc, smiling.
'Maybe another time,' suggested Jennifer.
'I don't think so!' protested Marty, laughing.
'What? You don't trust me to tickle your feet?' Jennifer asked, shocked. 'But I'm your girlfriend!'
'Yeah, and I've been your friend for many years,' added Doc. 'Surely, you can allow us, of all people, to tickle your feet!'
'No, I don't allow anybody to tickle my feet!' insisted Marty, laughing too hard to protest firmly.
'Okay, Doc, that's maybe enough for now,' suggested Jennifer. 'At least we've got Marty to laugh again.'
'Yeah, thank goodness!' replied Doc. 'I never meant to hurt Marty.'
Then Marty and Doc hugged, again.
'Please, Marty,' Doc said, 'don't cry again, okay? I'll be back here tomorrow, after you get out of school. And, besides, you have Jennifer, too.'
'That is right,' Jennifer added, hugging Marty. 'You have me, too - and I love you!'
'I love you, too, Jennifer!' said Marty, smiling. Then turning to Doc, he added, 'I love you, too, Doc!'
'You also have your buddies from The Pinheads,' Jennifer told Marty, tickling Marty under his chin, causing Marty to laugh.
'Thanks, both of you,' said Marty, smiling.
Marty then hugged Doc one more time, before Doc stepped back into the DeLorean.
'So, Marty,' said Jennifer, 'how about taking a walk to the park?'
'I would love that Jennifer,' Marty said, cheerfully. 'Then, maybe, in a few weeks, we can try taking a trip to the lake for real'
'I would be so lovely,' remarked Jennifer.
Then Jennifer and Marty headed off to the lake.
bttf44 - July 30, 2006 03:43 AM (GMT)
Doc! Doc! Oh, No!
Author's Notes: This is the scene that takes place towards the end of part one.
October 26, 1985
1:24 AM PST
After Marty stepped out of the DeLorean, and saw Red, he glanced at the Bank of America clock, and said, '1:24, I still got time.'
Marty then got back in the car, and tried to start it. To his horror, the car didn't start.
'Oh, my God,' groaned Marty, blinking back tears. 'No, no, not again. C'mon, c'mon. Hey.'
Then Marty saw the Libyans' van driving past.
'Libyans!' gasped Marty, in horror, tears filling filling his eyes.
The Libyans' van then turned and passed the Texaco station, before leaving the Square. Marty then started to chase after them, as he was blinking back tears. Running with all of his might, Marty kept thinking, I must save Doc! I must save Doc! I cannot let let the Libyans catch him! I wish Doc hadn't tore up that note!
After what seemed to be forever, Marty had finally reached what was now Lone Pine Mall at 1:33 PM. To his horror, though, as soon as he arrived at Lone Pine Mall, he discovered that it was too late. He saw Doc get shot, and then Doc fell down. Tears filled Marty's eyes. I can't believe it, Marty thought, stunned. Doc is dead! Doc is dead! I'm too late! Marty then watched his younger self shout out at the Lybians. The Libyans then spotted Marty's younger self, and aimed for him. The younger Marty turned away, thinking it was the end. However, the Libyan's gun was jammed, giving the younger Marty enough time to get into the DeLorean - with his camera - and close the door. He then drove off. Whew! Talk about deja vu! Marty thought, miserably.
'Go!' Marty heard one of the Libyans shout.
With tears streaming down his cheeks, Marty watched his younger self drive off in the DeLorean. He watched the DeLorean leave 1985 - and then the Libyans crashed into a photo booth. Once Marty saw that it was safe, he rolled down the embankment towards Doc, who was lying there.
'Doc! Doc!' called out Marty, with tears streaming down his cheeks, as he ran up to Doc. I was worried about this all week, Marty thought, miserably. I can't believe that I couldn't save Doc. Marty flipped Doc's body over - then, believing that Doc was dead, he turned his head away and began to cry. 'Oh, no!' sobbed Marty. Marty then sobbed brokenly. After about a half an hour, Marty could sense some movement behind him. Marty then turned his head, and he saw Doc starting to sit up. He could hardly believe his eyes.
'You're alive!' Marty gasped, swallowing and blinking back tears.
Doc then silently unzipped his radiation suit, revealling that he was wearing a bullet-proof vest underneath.
'Bullet proof vest,' Marty gasped, astonished. Marty reached out to touch the flares in the vest, then he drew back. 'How did you know? I never got a chance to tell you.'
Still remaining silent, Doc then took out the note that Marty wrote in 1955. Surprised, Marty grabbed the letter - and saw that it had been taped back together.
'About all that talk about screwing up future events, the space time continuum?' Marty asked, with his lips quivering a little bit, and blinking back tears. He was worried that Doc might vanish, like a ghost.
'Well, I figured, what the hell,' replied Doc, with a grin.
Marty just stared a Doc for a minute, then as he tightly hugged Doc, he began to cry again.
'Oh, Doc, I have been so worried about you all week,' sobbed Marty, as he buried his face into Doc's shoulder. 'I just couldn't stand to lose you, again. I, uh, uh, I, uh...' Marty was crying so hard he could no longer speak.
'Shhhhhh,' said Doc, as tenderly stroke Marty's back, gently rocking him back and forth. 'Just let it all out. I should have listened to you much sooner. I shouldn't have put you through all this. I'm sorry.'
'I, uh, uh...' Marty sobbed.
'Shhhhhh,' Doc said, soothingly. 'Don't say anything. Just let it all out.'
Marty then fully gave way to tears. It was such a cleansing relief to let go of his emotions. His shoulders were shaking with sobs. Marty had cried for about 15 minutes, before his sobs finally began to subside.
'Feel all better, now?' Doc asked, gently - when Marty was finally done crying.
'Yeah, yeah, Doc, thanks,' stammered Marty, as lifted up his flushed and tear-stained face.
'Well, then, Marty,' said Doc. 'I suppose I should drive you home, now.'
'Yeah, sure, thanks,' replied Marty. 'I feel so exhausted now, from crying.'
'But you feel all better now, right, Marty?' asked Doc.
'Yeah, Doc, much better,' answered Marty. 'It's such a relief to get all that out of my system.'
'Yet, I'll bet,' Doc said, gently.
'You really do mean a lot to me, Doc,' Marty said, softly. 'There really is no telling what I would have done, if it turned that you really were dead. I really felt like crying as soon as you tore up that letter. (1) It's amazing that I didn't.'
'Yeah, you've made a real difference in my life, too,' replied Doc, softly. 'Believe me, Marty, after I had sent you back to 1985, I had really missed you. I really cannot think of anyone who has touched my life in the same way as you did. In a way, I almost wish you could have stayed in 1955 with me - even though I realized that you had a life in 1985. Plus, I'm sure that your family and other friends would have missed you. Anyway, I've actually taped that note together just a few days after you left. I mean, it was really the only part of you I had left, if you know what I mean.'
'I understand, Doc, I really do,' Marty replied. 'I guess we've both touched each others lives in so many ways. There really is no telling how much my life would have been different, if I had never met you.'
'Maybe, in another reality,' mused Doc, 'we didn't meet.'
'Please, Doc, I don't even want to think about 'what-ifs' right now. I'm just happy that you're okay,' said Marty, as he embraced Doc again.
Doc then drove Marty home - then he headed off to 2015.
(1) See the original story of Marty Wept.
Author's Notes: This is the scene that takes place towards the end of part one.
October 26, 1985
1:24 AM PST
After Marty stepped out of the DeLorean, and saw Red, he glanced at the Bank of America clock, and said, '1:24, I still got time.'
Marty then got back in the car, and tried to start it. To his horror, the car didn't start.
'Oh, my God,' groaned Marty, blinking back tears. 'No, no, not again. C'mon, c'mon. Hey.'
Then Marty saw the Libyans' van driving past.
'Libyans!' gasped Marty, in horror, tears filling filling his eyes.
The Libyans' van then turned and passed the Texaco station, before leaving the Square. Marty then started to chase after them, as he was blinking back tears. Running with all of his might, Marty kept thinking, I must save Doc! I must save Doc! I cannot let let the Libyans catch him! I wish Doc hadn't tore up that note!
After what seemed to be forever, Marty had finally reached what was now Lone Pine Mall at 1:33 PM. To his horror, though, as soon as he arrived at Lone Pine Mall, he discovered that it was too late. He saw Doc get shot, and then Doc fell down. Tears filled Marty's eyes. I can't believe it, Marty thought, stunned. Doc is dead! Doc is dead! I'm too late! Marty then watched his younger self shout out at the Lybians. The Libyans then spotted Marty's younger self, and aimed for him. The younger Marty turned away, thinking it was the end. However, the Libyan's gun was jammed, giving the younger Marty enough time to get into the DeLorean - with his camera - and close the door. He then drove off. Whew! Talk about deja vu! Marty thought, miserably.
'Go!' Marty heard one of the Libyans shout.
With tears streaming down his cheeks, Marty watched his younger self drive off in the DeLorean. He watched the DeLorean leave 1985 - and then the Libyans crashed into a photo booth. Once Marty saw that it was safe, he rolled down the embankment towards Doc, who was lying there.
'Doc! Doc!' called out Marty, with tears streaming down his cheeks, as he ran up to Doc. I was worried about this all week, Marty thought, miserably. I can't believe that I couldn't save Doc. Marty flipped Doc's body over - then, believing that Doc was dead, he turned his head away and began to cry. 'Oh, no!' sobbed Marty. Marty then sobbed brokenly. After about a half an hour, Marty could sense some movement behind him. Marty then turned his head, and he saw Doc starting to sit up. He could hardly believe his eyes.
'You're alive!' Marty gasped, swallowing and blinking back tears.
Doc then silently unzipped his radiation suit, revealling that he was wearing a bullet-proof vest underneath.
'Bullet proof vest,' Marty gasped, astonished. Marty reached out to touch the flares in the vest, then he drew back. 'How did you know? I never got a chance to tell you.'
Still remaining silent, Doc then took out the note that Marty wrote in 1955. Surprised, Marty grabbed the letter - and saw that it had been taped back together.
'About all that talk about screwing up future events, the space time continuum?' Marty asked, with his lips quivering a little bit, and blinking back tears. He was worried that Doc might vanish, like a ghost.
'Well, I figured, what the hell,' replied Doc, with a grin.
Marty just stared a Doc for a minute, then as he tightly hugged Doc, he began to cry again.
'Oh, Doc, I have been so worried about you all week,' sobbed Marty, as he buried his face into Doc's shoulder. 'I just couldn't stand to lose you, again. I, uh, uh, I, uh...' Marty was crying so hard he could no longer speak.
'Shhhhhh,' said Doc, as tenderly stroke Marty's back, gently rocking him back and forth. 'Just let it all out. I should have listened to you much sooner. I shouldn't have put you through all this. I'm sorry.'
'I, uh, uh...' Marty sobbed.
'Shhhhhh,' Doc said, soothingly. 'Don't say anything. Just let it all out.'
Marty then fully gave way to tears. It was such a cleansing relief to let go of his emotions. His shoulders were shaking with sobs. Marty had cried for about 15 minutes, before his sobs finally began to subside.
'Feel all better, now?' Doc asked, gently - when Marty was finally done crying.
'Yeah, yeah, Doc, thanks,' stammered Marty, as lifted up his flushed and tear-stained face.
'Well, then, Marty,' said Doc. 'I suppose I should drive you home, now.'
'Yeah, sure, thanks,' replied Marty. 'I feel so exhausted now, from crying.'
'But you feel all better now, right, Marty?' asked Doc.
'Yeah, Doc, much better,' answered Marty. 'It's such a relief to get all that out of my system.'
'Yet, I'll bet,' Doc said, gently.
'You really do mean a lot to me, Doc,' Marty said, softly. 'There really is no telling what I would have done, if it turned that you really were dead. I really felt like crying as soon as you tore up that letter. (1) It's amazing that I didn't.'
'Yeah, you've made a real difference in my life, too,' replied Doc, softly. 'Believe me, Marty, after I had sent you back to 1985, I had really missed you. I really cannot think of anyone who has touched my life in the same way as you did. In a way, I almost wish you could have stayed in 1955 with me - even though I realized that you had a life in 1985. Plus, I'm sure that your family and other friends would have missed you. Anyway, I've actually taped that note together just a few days after you left. I mean, it was really the only part of you I had left, if you know what I mean.'
'I understand, Doc, I really do,' Marty replied. 'I guess we've both touched each others lives in so many ways. There really is no telling how much my life would have been different, if I had never met you.'
'Maybe, in another reality,' mused Doc, 'we didn't meet.'
'Please, Doc, I don't even want to think about 'what-ifs' right now. I'm just happy that you're okay,' said Marty, as he embraced Doc again.
Doc then drove Marty home - then he headed off to 2015.
(1) See the original story of Marty Wept.
Shandy - August 2, 2006 10:03 AM (GMT)
Good story. I think you Pastiche Back to the Future rather well.
I find myself thinking that tears can change every outcome by reading this.
When you think about it, Marty is quite an un-emotional fellow in the films (expecially Part 1), so it's a bit out of character for him to weep so much I think.
There are exceptions in the canon, I know.
But still, an interesting read.
I see you have quite the flair for fanfiction, bttf44. I just wish I had more time to read it.
I normally just play the silly games in the other forums. Which you are quite welcomed to join in by the way :)
I find myself thinking that tears can change every outcome by reading this.
When you think about it, Marty is quite an un-emotional fellow in the films (expecially Part 1), so it's a bit out of character for him to weep so much I think.
There are exceptions in the canon, I know.
But still, an interesting read.
I see you have quite the flair for fanfiction, bttf44. I just wish I had more time to read it.
I normally just play the silly games in the other forums. Which you are quite welcomed to join in by the way :)
bttf44 - August 2, 2006 11:53 AM (GMT)
Thanks for the feedback, Shandy! Yeah, I've really been writing mode, lately - but I'm sure I'll be bound to get writer's block sooner or later. Anyway, I'll join you guys in the games, as well! :)
bttf44 - August 5, 2006 01:21 AM (GMT)
Desperation
Author's note: This is Marty's last night with Doc in 1955. After trying to repress his feelings all week over seeing Doc get shot by the Lybians, depression finally sinks in. He doesn't want to remain trapped in 1955 - but he also doesn't want to lose his best friend.
November 11, 1955
10:30 PM PST
Marty was sitting in the living room of Doc's mansion, sipping on some hot chocolate, eating a Hershey's bar, and watching television. Marty was hardly paying attention to the television, though - as his mind was on Doc's impending death from the Libyans, as soon as Marty returned to 1985 - which would be at 10:04 PM of the following day. All week long, Marty had tried to warn Doc that he would get shot by terrorists, but Doc refused to listen.
'Hey, Marty, I'm going to go to bed, now,' said Doc, as he walked into the living room.
Marty decided to try one more time to warn his friend. 'Hey, Doc, please, there is something that I really need to tell you.'
'If it's about the future,' Doc said, sternly, 'then I don't want to hear it. No man should know too much about their own destiny. If I know too much about my own future, I could endanger my own existence - just as you endangered yours.'
Marty sighed. This had been the same thing that Doc had been telling him all week long. Doc could be so stubborn. Marty was blinking really hard, to keep from crying.
'Yeah, alright, I guess,' said Marty, sighing. He was getting real desperate. Doc had always told him that if you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything. However, Doc seemed to be just as passionate about not wanting to know about his future - as Marty was of warning his friend about it. Why won't you listen to me, Doc? Marty thought, in despair.
'Whatever you've got to tell me, I'll find out through the natural course of time,' Doc insisted. 'Now I'm heading off to bed. I'm tired.'
Marty then stood up to hug Doc, as he blinked back tears - while Doc hugged him back. Initially Doc was a little leary of hugs, as Doc wasn't used to them - but he quickly became accustomed to Marty's hugs. After Marty watched Doc head off to bed, he then grabbed his Walkman and some cassettes from his backpack. He hoped that, by listening to some 80s rock and roll music, he could take his mind off of Doc's impending fate somewhat. Still, that time would come, eventually.
Marty then sat on the couch, and began to thumb through his cassette collection. Doc might have fallen asleep as soon as he went to bed, but Marty was too upset to fall asleep. First, Marty tried to listen to a cassette by his favourite band, Huey Lewis and The News. However, as his favourite song, The Power of Love, was playing, the song only made him feel depressed. It wasn't ordinarily a tearjerking song, but hearing the song had reminded him of Doc - and how much he had become really close to Doc, and loved him - and tears then began to stream down his cheeks, and his lips began to quiver, as Marty was trying really hard to not break down into sobs. That song usually made Marty feel happy - and it was that song that usually went through his head as he would skateboard and car-surf around town - but not this time. It just made him feel miserable.
Doc was like a father-figure to him, a mentor. He had a type of relation with Doc that he didn't have with his parents, his other friends, or even Jennifer - as much as she was love of his life. His mother was an alcoholic and somewhat strict, while his father was somewhat spineless and let Biff Tannen push him around. He had met Doc at the age of seven, in April if 1975, when Doc had saved him from being bullied by Cliff Tannen and his gang. Initially, Marty's parents were a little leary of letting him hang around Doc - but as soon as they discovered that Doc was helping Marty with his scientific assignments, his parents have then relaxed their stance.
Marty then decided to try listening to a cassette by his other favourite band, Van Halen. Ordinarily the hard rock sound would pump him up, but not this time. He was too upset to be able to really enjoy the music. Then Marty tried listening to cassette by his favourite band of his early childhood, Led Zeppelin. The music didn't help much, either - and hearing Stairway to Heaven made him think too much about Doc's impending death from the Libyans, and how Doc might soon be in heaven.
Marty finally gave up, flopped down on the couch, buried his head into the end cushion, and began to cry. He had tried to warn Doc many times that week of his impending death, but Doc refused to hear of it. Marty had tried really hard to put it out of his mind, figuring that he's be able to tell Doc, sooner or later. Unfortunately, Doc was too stubborn to listen. This would be his last night of staying with Doc. He almost would have rather stayed in 1955 with his lifelong mentor. However, he would then miss his family, his friends, and especially Jennifer - and they would all miss him. Despite the fact that his family was somewhat dysfunctional, he did love them all the same. As much as he loved Doc, he would also miss living in 1985. Marty felt like he was torn between a rock and a hard place.
Copernicus, Doc's current dog, then climbed onto the couch, and snuggled up next to Marty.
'Oh, Copernicus,' Marty sobbed, 'what do I do? What do I do? The day I return, he will get shot. I want to tell him, but he won't let me. Why does he have to be so stubborn? Why, Copernicus, why?'
Copernicus just laid his head on Marty's back. Feeling somewhat comforted, Marty just cried his heart out, until he finally cried himself to sleep. When he woke up the next day, he resolved that he would write Doc a letter, put it into an envelope, write on it 'do not open until 1985', and sneak it into Doc's coat pocket. Surely Doc would then read it, and take precautions against his impending death.
Author's note: This is Marty's last night with Doc in 1955. After trying to repress his feelings all week over seeing Doc get shot by the Lybians, depression finally sinks in. He doesn't want to remain trapped in 1955 - but he also doesn't want to lose his best friend.
November 11, 1955
10:30 PM PST
Marty was sitting in the living room of Doc's mansion, sipping on some hot chocolate, eating a Hershey's bar, and watching television. Marty was hardly paying attention to the television, though - as his mind was on Doc's impending death from the Libyans, as soon as Marty returned to 1985 - which would be at 10:04 PM of the following day. All week long, Marty had tried to warn Doc that he would get shot by terrorists, but Doc refused to listen.
'Hey, Marty, I'm going to go to bed, now,' said Doc, as he walked into the living room.
Marty decided to try one more time to warn his friend. 'Hey, Doc, please, there is something that I really need to tell you.'
'If it's about the future,' Doc said, sternly, 'then I don't want to hear it. No man should know too much about their own destiny. If I know too much about my own future, I could endanger my own existence - just as you endangered yours.'
Marty sighed. This had been the same thing that Doc had been telling him all week long. Doc could be so stubborn. Marty was blinking really hard, to keep from crying.
'Yeah, alright, I guess,' said Marty, sighing. He was getting real desperate. Doc had always told him that if you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything. However, Doc seemed to be just as passionate about not wanting to know about his future - as Marty was of warning his friend about it. Why won't you listen to me, Doc? Marty thought, in despair.
'Whatever you've got to tell me, I'll find out through the natural course of time,' Doc insisted. 'Now I'm heading off to bed. I'm tired.'
Marty then stood up to hug Doc, as he blinked back tears - while Doc hugged him back. Initially Doc was a little leary of hugs, as Doc wasn't used to them - but he quickly became accustomed to Marty's hugs. After Marty watched Doc head off to bed, he then grabbed his Walkman and some cassettes from his backpack. He hoped that, by listening to some 80s rock and roll music, he could take his mind off of Doc's impending fate somewhat. Still, that time would come, eventually.
Marty then sat on the couch, and began to thumb through his cassette collection. Doc might have fallen asleep as soon as he went to bed, but Marty was too upset to fall asleep. First, Marty tried to listen to a cassette by his favourite band, Huey Lewis and The News. However, as his favourite song, The Power of Love, was playing, the song only made him feel depressed. It wasn't ordinarily a tearjerking song, but hearing the song had reminded him of Doc - and how much he had become really close to Doc, and loved him - and tears then began to stream down his cheeks, and his lips began to quiver, as Marty was trying really hard to not break down into sobs. That song usually made Marty feel happy - and it was that song that usually went through his head as he would skateboard and car-surf around town - but not this time. It just made him feel miserable.
Doc was like a father-figure to him, a mentor. He had a type of relation with Doc that he didn't have with his parents, his other friends, or even Jennifer - as much as she was love of his life. His mother was an alcoholic and somewhat strict, while his father was somewhat spineless and let Biff Tannen push him around. He had met Doc at the age of seven, in April if 1975, when Doc had saved him from being bullied by Cliff Tannen and his gang. Initially, Marty's parents were a little leary of letting him hang around Doc - but as soon as they discovered that Doc was helping Marty with his scientific assignments, his parents have then relaxed their stance.
Marty then decided to try listening to a cassette by his other favourite band, Van Halen. Ordinarily the hard rock sound would pump him up, but not this time. He was too upset to be able to really enjoy the music. Then Marty tried listening to cassette by his favourite band of his early childhood, Led Zeppelin. The music didn't help much, either - and hearing Stairway to Heaven made him think too much about Doc's impending death from the Libyans, and how Doc might soon be in heaven.
Marty finally gave up, flopped down on the couch, buried his head into the end cushion, and began to cry. He had tried to warn Doc many times that week of his impending death, but Doc refused to hear of it. Marty had tried really hard to put it out of his mind, figuring that he's be able to tell Doc, sooner or later. Unfortunately, Doc was too stubborn to listen. This would be his last night of staying with Doc. He almost would have rather stayed in 1955 with his lifelong mentor. However, he would then miss his family, his friends, and especially Jennifer - and they would all miss him. Despite the fact that his family was somewhat dysfunctional, he did love them all the same. As much as he loved Doc, he would also miss living in 1985. Marty felt like he was torn between a rock and a hard place.
Copernicus, Doc's current dog, then climbed onto the couch, and snuggled up next to Marty.
'Oh, Copernicus,' Marty sobbed, 'what do I do? What do I do? The day I return, he will get shot. I want to tell him, but he won't let me. Why does he have to be so stubborn? Why, Copernicus, why?'
Copernicus just laid his head on Marty's back. Feeling somewhat comforted, Marty just cried his heart out, until he finally cried himself to sleep. When he woke up the next day, he resolved that he would write Doc a letter, put it into an envelope, write on it 'do not open until 1985', and sneak it into Doc's coat pocket. Surely Doc would then read it, and take precautions against his impending death.
bttf44 - August 11, 2006 07:15 AM (GMT)
A Bad Day
Author's Note: This story takes place eight days before the events in Back To The Future, when Marty has an especially bad day. This story takes place in Twin Pines reality, where George is a wimp who gets bullied around by Biff Tannen.
October 17, 1985
3:30 PM PST
Today was a very bad day for Marty. It started from the moment he went to the kitchen to fix breakfast, and his mother had proceeded to rant at him about about what a disappointment Marty was to her, and how she couldn't believe that he was really her son. When Marty had asked his mother if she loved him, she smacked him across the face and yelled, 'Love you? How the hell can I love a brat like you? No, I don't love you! I don't have to love you just because I'm your mother.'
Marty felt like crying right then and there, but he didn't. He figured that crying would only make his mother even more angry with him. He never did get around to eating breakfast. He also didn't bother bringing his skateboard with him. He just walked slowly to school, trying really hard to not cry. By the time he finally did arrive at school, he was late - and Mr. Strickland had given Marty a detention, as he had four tardys in a role. Mr. Strickland had also proceeded to call Marty a slacker, and tell him what losers all of the McFlys were. By then, Marty was struggling with all his might to keep from crying.
Then, in third period, the results of the math test were given, and it turned out Marty had failed. His teacher had proceeded to call Marty a loser who would never amount to anything. Marty was really fighting to hold back the tears.
During lunchtime, when Marty had informed his pals from The Pinheads that they wouldn't be able to practice after school, because he had detention - his friends had chewed him out, and threatened to break up the band.
After school, came the last straw that broke the camel's back. As Marty had caught up with Jennifer, she had yelled at him and threatened to break up with him - because he did not call her last night. When Marty tried to explain that he was busy last night, Jennifer shrugged it off as a lame excuse, slapped Marty in the face, and ran off.
Marty had quickly ran over to Doc's house, praying with all of his might that Doc wouldn't be mad at him, too. He was also trying with all of his might to not cry. After about 15 minutes, Marty finally reached Doc's garage.
'Hey, Doc?' called Marty, as he walked into the door, and threw the key back under the mat. 'Doc, are you there?' Marty then sat on the bed where Doc slept.
'Yeah, I'm here,' called out Doc, as he came up to Marty, and sat down on the bed next to him. When Doc saw that Marty had tears in his eyes, he asked, 'Marty, what's wrong? Have you had a bad day?'
'Ye-yes, I have,' stammered Marty, beginning to cry. 'Doc, I've had such a horrible day today. This has got to be the worst day of my life.'
Then Doc put his arms around Marty, and rocked him back and forth.
'First, my mo-mom, uh, uh...' sobbed Marty. Then Marty was crying so hard, he could no longer speak. He buried his face into Doc's shoulder, and clung onto him tightly.
'Shhhhh,' Doc said, gently. 'Don't say anything, Marty. Just let it all out. Just let it out Marty.'
Marty then freely gave way to tears, as he was finally releasing the emotions that he had repressed all day. He felt comforted being in Doc's arms, being tenderly rocked back and forth. Doc has always been such a good friend of Marty's, and he has always been the kind of person to let Marty cry on his shoulder. Doc was such a special person to Marty. About a half an hour later, Marty's sobs have finally subsided.
'Thank you, Doc,' Marty said, hoarsely. 'Thank you so much.'
'Oh, it's no problem, Marty,' Doc said gently. 'It breaks my heart to see you so sad, but I bet it feels good to finally get of that out of your system, eh?'
'Yeah, I suppose,' Marty said, with a sigh. 'Doc, do you know what my mom told me this morning. She said that she didn't love me, and that I was disappointment to her.'
'Oh, poor Marty,' murmured Doc, softly. 'I can imagine that that would really hurt. Your mother should not have said those hurtful things to you.'
'That has probably hurt me the most,' Marty said, with a sigh. 'I mean, Strickland's cutting remarks usually don't bother me as much, as he's pretty much mean to everyone. To hear those cutting remarks from my mother, though - had really hurt me, deeply. Do you have any idea how it feels to be scorned at by your very own mother?'
Then Marty began to cry, again. Doc held him, tightly, and said, 'I am so, so sorry, Marty. Maybe your mother was just going through some rough times - but that was no excuse for her to take it out on you. I don't blame you for being bothered by that.'
'Yeah, Doc, she's supposed to love me,' Marty sobbed. 'She's my mommy!'
'I understand that, dear,' Doc said, gently. 'Well, you'll always have me. I would never lash out at you like that.'
Doc was rocking Marty back and forth, trying to hold back his own tears. Fortunately, Doc had a very loving mother who thought the world of him, and was very supportive. He felt so bad for Marty, that he had to endure scorn and rejection from his own mother. It just wasn't right. After about 15 minutes, Marty was finally done crying.
'You really are the best, Doc,' Marty said, hoarsely, 'you really are. Thank you so much for being there for me.'
'That's no problem,' Doc said, gently, giving Marty a tight squeeze.
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Fortunately for Marty, things have improved that evening. Marty's mother had tearfully apologized for the things she had said to Marty this morning, hugging him and begging for forgiveness. Then Zach from The Pinheads had called Marty, and apologized for blowing up at him, and told Marty that he was a great guitarist. Then, last but not least, Jennifer had called Marty and apologized for being petty and blowing up at him. Maybe life for Marty wasn't so bad, after all. Of course, eight days later, Marty would arrive in 1955 with Doc's new time machine - and his life would never be the same again.
Author's Note: This story takes place eight days before the events in Back To The Future, when Marty has an especially bad day. This story takes place in Twin Pines reality, where George is a wimp who gets bullied around by Biff Tannen.
October 17, 1985
3:30 PM PST
Today was a very bad day for Marty. It started from the moment he went to the kitchen to fix breakfast, and his mother had proceeded to rant at him about about what a disappointment Marty was to her, and how she couldn't believe that he was really her son. When Marty had asked his mother if she loved him, she smacked him across the face and yelled, 'Love you? How the hell can I love a brat like you? No, I don't love you! I don't have to love you just because I'm your mother.'
Marty felt like crying right then and there, but he didn't. He figured that crying would only make his mother even more angry with him. He never did get around to eating breakfast. He also didn't bother bringing his skateboard with him. He just walked slowly to school, trying really hard to not cry. By the time he finally did arrive at school, he was late - and Mr. Strickland had given Marty a detention, as he had four tardys in a role. Mr. Strickland had also proceeded to call Marty a slacker, and tell him what losers all of the McFlys were. By then, Marty was struggling with all his might to keep from crying.
Then, in third period, the results of the math test were given, and it turned out Marty had failed. His teacher had proceeded to call Marty a loser who would never amount to anything. Marty was really fighting to hold back the tears.
During lunchtime, when Marty had informed his pals from The Pinheads that they wouldn't be able to practice after school, because he had detention - his friends had chewed him out, and threatened to break up the band.
After school, came the last straw that broke the camel's back. As Marty had caught up with Jennifer, she had yelled at him and threatened to break up with him - because he did not call her last night. When Marty tried to explain that he was busy last night, Jennifer shrugged it off as a lame excuse, slapped Marty in the face, and ran off.
Marty had quickly ran over to Doc's house, praying with all of his might that Doc wouldn't be mad at him, too. He was also trying with all of his might to not cry. After about 15 minutes, Marty finally reached Doc's garage.
'Hey, Doc?' called Marty, as he walked into the door, and threw the key back under the mat. 'Doc, are you there?' Marty then sat on the bed where Doc slept.
'Yeah, I'm here,' called out Doc, as he came up to Marty, and sat down on the bed next to him. When Doc saw that Marty had tears in his eyes, he asked, 'Marty, what's wrong? Have you had a bad day?'
'Ye-yes, I have,' stammered Marty, beginning to cry. 'Doc, I've had such a horrible day today. This has got to be the worst day of my life.'
Then Doc put his arms around Marty, and rocked him back and forth.
'First, my mo-mom, uh, uh...' sobbed Marty. Then Marty was crying so hard, he could no longer speak. He buried his face into Doc's shoulder, and clung onto him tightly.
'Shhhhh,' Doc said, gently. 'Don't say anything, Marty. Just let it all out. Just let it out Marty.'
Marty then freely gave way to tears, as he was finally releasing the emotions that he had repressed all day. He felt comforted being in Doc's arms, being tenderly rocked back and forth. Doc has always been such a good friend of Marty's, and he has always been the kind of person to let Marty cry on his shoulder. Doc was such a special person to Marty. About a half an hour later, Marty's sobs have finally subsided.
'Thank you, Doc,' Marty said, hoarsely. 'Thank you so much.'
'Oh, it's no problem, Marty,' Doc said gently. 'It breaks my heart to see you so sad, but I bet it feels good to finally get of that out of your system, eh?'
'Yeah, I suppose,' Marty said, with a sigh. 'Doc, do you know what my mom told me this morning. She said that she didn't love me, and that I was disappointment to her.'
'Oh, poor Marty,' murmured Doc, softly. 'I can imagine that that would really hurt. Your mother should not have said those hurtful things to you.'
'That has probably hurt me the most,' Marty said, with a sigh. 'I mean, Strickland's cutting remarks usually don't bother me as much, as he's pretty much mean to everyone. To hear those cutting remarks from my mother, though - had really hurt me, deeply. Do you have any idea how it feels to be scorned at by your very own mother?'
Then Marty began to cry, again. Doc held him, tightly, and said, 'I am so, so sorry, Marty. Maybe your mother was just going through some rough times - but that was no excuse for her to take it out on you. I don't blame you for being bothered by that.'
'Yeah, Doc, she's supposed to love me,' Marty sobbed. 'She's my mommy!'
'I understand that, dear,' Doc said, gently. 'Well, you'll always have me. I would never lash out at you like that.'
Doc was rocking Marty back and forth, trying to hold back his own tears. Fortunately, Doc had a very loving mother who thought the world of him, and was very supportive. He felt so bad for Marty, that he had to endure scorn and rejection from his own mother. It just wasn't right. After about 15 minutes, Marty was finally done crying.
'You really are the best, Doc,' Marty said, hoarsely, 'you really are. Thank you so much for being there for me.'
'That's no problem,' Doc said, gently, giving Marty a tight squeeze.
oooooooooo
Fortunately for Marty, things have improved that evening. Marty's mother had tearfully apologized for the things she had said to Marty this morning, hugging him and begging for forgiveness. Then Zach from The Pinheads had called Marty, and apologized for blowing up at him, and told Marty that he was a great guitarist. Then, last but not least, Jennifer had called Marty and apologized for being petty and blowing up at him. Maybe life for Marty wasn't so bad, after all. Of course, eight days later, Marty would arrive in 1955 with Doc's new time machine - and his life would never be the same again.
bttf44 - August 24, 2006 03:32 PM (GMT)
Oh, No! I'm Trapped!
Author's Note: This story takes place during the time that Marty is trapped inside of Biff's garage.
November 12, 1955
6:15 PM PST
Marty had stayed hidden in the back of Biff's car, while he had heard the Biffs leaving the garage. Old Biff had been warning his younger self about how, one day, a kid or a "crazy wild-eyed old man who claims to be a scientist" was going to come asking for the almanac. This reminded Marty of what Biff from the Hell Valley Timeline had told him - and, as a result, Biff had tried to shoot him.
As soon as Marty was certain that the Biffs were far away, Marty had tried to leave Biff's garage. To his horror, though, he realized that he couldn't open the garage door. Marty then looked up at the windows, but realized that they were far too small for him to climb out of.
"I'm trapped!" Marty muttered, feeling hopeless. He suddenly reached for his walkie-talkie, and contact Doc. "Doc, come in, Doc!" Marty pleaded.
"Marty, what's the report?" Doc asked. Marty felt so relieved to hear from his older friend. Maybe Doc could help him get out of that place.
"Biff's gone!" Marty cried out, as he jumped up and down in desperation. "He's got the book. The old man's gone, too. I'm locked in Biff's garage. You've gotta fly the DeLorean over here, and get me the hell out of here. The address is 1809 Maple Street."
"I can't take the DeLorean out in the daylight," Doc replied, "but don't worry, Marty. Somehow, I'll get over there."
"Whoa, Doc," Marty cried out. "Wait a minute, Doc. Hey, Doc!" When there was no answer, Marty put away his walkie-talkie and sighed, "Perfect!" He groaned and buried his head against the car, trying hard to hold back his tears.
Marty tried to be understanding of his friend, but he hated the very idea of being stuck in the Tannen's garage. It would be so boring. He started pacing back and forth in the garage, trying hard not to cry. Maybe Doc will show up shortly.
Marty swallowed hard, to keep from crying. He almost wished that Doc had never showed him the time machine. It seems that he's been encountering nothing but bad luck. Oh, sure, he did wake up to an improved family - but then, just as he and Jennifer were about to take a ride in his new truck, Doc then had to show up, and drag him and Jennifer to 2015.
He didn't understand why it was so important for Doc to drag them to the future. After all, the future hasn't happened, yet - and it can always be changed. Still, he couldn't really be mad at Doc. They've been good friends for over ten years, after all - and Doc has helped Marty a lot.
Marty couldn't even be mad at Old Biff. After all, buying the almanac had been his own idea first. He had almost tried to do the same thing. Old Biff would have never gotten the idea, if he hadn't bought the almanac. There only was one person Marty could blame - himself!
He had let greed get the better of him, and now he was paying for it. Marty then climbed into the back of Biff's truck, covered himself with the blanket, lay face down, and began to cry.
Author's Note: This story takes place during the time that Marty is trapped inside of Biff's garage.
November 12, 1955
6:15 PM PST
Marty had stayed hidden in the back of Biff's car, while he had heard the Biffs leaving the garage. Old Biff had been warning his younger self about how, one day, a kid or a "crazy wild-eyed old man who claims to be a scientist" was going to come asking for the almanac. This reminded Marty of what Biff from the Hell Valley Timeline had told him - and, as a result, Biff had tried to shoot him.
As soon as Marty was certain that the Biffs were far away, Marty had tried to leave Biff's garage. To his horror, though, he realized that he couldn't open the garage door. Marty then looked up at the windows, but realized that they were far too small for him to climb out of.
"I'm trapped!" Marty muttered, feeling hopeless. He suddenly reached for his walkie-talkie, and contact Doc. "Doc, come in, Doc!" Marty pleaded.
"Marty, what's the report?" Doc asked. Marty felt so relieved to hear from his older friend. Maybe Doc could help him get out of that place.
"Biff's gone!" Marty cried out, as he jumped up and down in desperation. "He's got the book. The old man's gone, too. I'm locked in Biff's garage. You've gotta fly the DeLorean over here, and get me the hell out of here. The address is 1809 Maple Street."
"I can't take the DeLorean out in the daylight," Doc replied, "but don't worry, Marty. Somehow, I'll get over there."
"Whoa, Doc," Marty cried out. "Wait a minute, Doc. Hey, Doc!" When there was no answer, Marty put away his walkie-talkie and sighed, "Perfect!" He groaned and buried his head against the car, trying hard to hold back his tears.
Marty tried to be understanding of his friend, but he hated the very idea of being stuck in the Tannen's garage. It would be so boring. He started pacing back and forth in the garage, trying hard not to cry. Maybe Doc will show up shortly.
Marty swallowed hard, to keep from crying. He almost wished that Doc had never showed him the time machine. It seems that he's been encountering nothing but bad luck. Oh, sure, he did wake up to an improved family - but then, just as he and Jennifer were about to take a ride in his new truck, Doc then had to show up, and drag him and Jennifer to 2015.
He didn't understand why it was so important for Doc to drag them to the future. After all, the future hasn't happened, yet - and it can always be changed. Still, he couldn't really be mad at Doc. They've been good friends for over ten years, after all - and Doc has helped Marty a lot.
Marty couldn't even be mad at Old Biff. After all, buying the almanac had been his own idea first. He had almost tried to do the same thing. Old Biff would have never gotten the idea, if he hadn't bought the almanac. There only was one person Marty could blame - himself!
He had let greed get the better of him, and now he was paying for it. Marty then climbed into the back of Biff's truck, covered himself with the blanket, lay face down, and began to cry.
bttf44 - September 4, 2006 11:34 PM (GMT)
This is my response to the August Challenge. I've decided to do the part where Marty sees the DeLorean destroyed by the train, then he begins to weep quietly.
October 27, 1985
11:05 AM PST
Marty quickly jumped out of the DeLorean, as he saw a train approaching him. As he landed on the ground, he had felt numb - as he saw the train crashing through the DeLorean. After a few minutes, Marty sat up and started to walk among the debris of the now destroyed DeLorean. Marty looked on, sadly, as he saw the time circuits flicker one more time, before going dead forever.
Marty's eyes then filled up with tears, as he quietly and slowly said, 'Well, Doc, it's destroyed...' Then, lifting his head a bit, he added, '... just like you wanted.' Then Marty began to weep silently, as he bowed his head.
Marty walked slowly towards a group of trees, as the tears were blurring his sight. Marty then sat down on the grass, and leaned against one of the trees. Marty put his hands behind his head, as he bowed his head and wept silently and freely. Marty just let the salt-water tears slip down his cheeks, as his lips quivered a little. A pang of loneliness and emptiness had filled Marty's chest, as Marty let out a little sob.
If Marty didn't know any better, he would have thought that this was just another nightmare. Marty had already made that mistake enough times, though. He knew that this was no nightmare, and that Doc really was hopelessly stuck back in 1885.
Marty didn't remember ever feeling so grieved before - except for maybe when he thought Doc had been shot dead by the Libyans a second time. At least, when he found out that Doc had been shot by Buford Tannen, Marty had taken comfort at the prospect of being able to go back in time to save Doc. This time, however, there was no such hope. There was no way for Marty to go back to 1885 to see Doc, as the DeLorean was now destroyed by the train. Marty felt so hopeless.
oooooooooo
Two little girls, named Bridget and Bethany, happened to be walking by, as they saw Marty crying by the trees.
'Aw, look,' Bridget told her friend, 'someone over there is crying. I wonder if we should go comfort him.'
'Yeah, we should,' agreed Bethany, 'I think he could sure use some comfort. He's crying rather quietly, but that poor guy looks so depressed.'
Then Bridget and Bethany had walked over to Marty, and put their arms around him, attempting to soothe him. The girls felt like crying, themselves.
oooooooooo
Marty felt somewhat comforted by the soft touch of two little girls. He was still feeling despondant, though. I guess I'll never see you again, Doc, Marty thought, miserably. You've been such a good friend to me all these years, and I will never forget about our friendship. It's such a shame that, even after all we've been through, I've still lost you. I'll never see you again. Oh, Doc, I miss you terribly.
As the realization that Marty will never see Doc again began to sink in, a the pain in Marty's chest began to really tighten. Marty silent weeping had slowly turned into gasping sobs - as the deep feeling of loneliness was sinking in. Poor Marty sobbed as though his heart was breaking. Marty drew his knees up to his chest, then he folded his arms onto his knees, and he buried his face into his arms. Marty was sobbing hysterically, as he thought of how his friend was still stuck 100 years in the past. He wondered if Doc missed him, as much as he missed Doc.
As far as Marty was concerned, Doc might as well be dead. In fact, Doc would be dead, now. It was inevitable that Doc would have died sometime within the last century, even if Doc lived to a ripe old age. The image of the grave from Boot Hill Cemetery was then stuck in Marty's head. I will never see Doc, again, Marty thought, sadly. I really miss you, Doc! I really miss you a lot! You meant so much to me, Doc! You've been such a big part of my life! I can't believe that I will never see you, again! Oh, Doc, I really need you! I need you badly! I can't stand to think that I'll never again see you.
Marty tried desperately to clear his mind, as he sobbed brokenly. Even the gentle breeze of the wind blowing over him and the comforting soft touches of two little girls did little to comfort Marty. Marty began to wish the Doc had never invented the time machine. It's true that Marty would still have his dysfunctional family, but at least Doc would still be there. His life would seem so empty without Doc in it.
Marty then began to find himself resenting Clara. If it hadn't been for Clara, Doc would have returned with him to 1985. In a way, Clara had interfered with Doc's plans to return to 1985 with Marty. Marty then felt very ashamed about his resentment of Clara - and knew that it was selfish to blame Clara for Doc being stuck in 1885. After all, Marty knew that Doc deserved to be happy, and Marty should be happy for his friend. Besides, Doc had wanted to live in the Old West. Still, Marty couldn't stop thinking about how much he had missed his friend.
Marty felt as though he would never stop crying. Realizing that he would never again see Doc had left a deep pit of emptiness inside of him. Marty begin to think of all the milestones that he might encounter in the future, and not be able to share with Doc - because Doc was dead, now. He would not see Doc at his high school graduation, or his wedding with Jennifer. He didn't even get a chance to properly say good-bye to Doc. The last thing Marty remembered was floating the hoverboard over to Doc and Clara, then closing the door to leave - as the DeLorean had nearly reached 88 miles per hour.
After what seemed to be forever, perhaps an hour or so, Marty had finally stopped crying. He slowly stood up, as he wiped his face and sniffed a little bit. Marty figured that he looked like a wreck, as his face was all flushed from crying.
Marty looked up at the two little girls, and whispered, 'Thanks! Who are you?'
'I'm Bridget,' replied one of the girls, 'and this is my best friend, Bethany. When we saw you crying, we felt that we should come over to comfort you. What happened that made you so sad.'
Marty swallowed. He couldn't exactly explain to the girls what really happened, even if they did still seem young enough to believe in Santa Claus.
'My friend passed away,' Doc said, hoarsely. 'By the way, I'm Marty.'
'I'm sorry, Marty,' Bridget said, soothingly - as she grabbed a tissue to dry Marty's face. 'You must have been really close to him.'
'Yes, I was very close,' Marty said, sighing. 'I have looked up to him ever since I was little. It's sad to think that I'll never see him again. He was my mentor.'
'What's a mentor?' asked Bethany.
'It's someone I look up to for assistence,' replied Marty. 'It's sad to think that he won't be around anymore.'
'Will you be okay, Marty?' Bridget asked, softly.
'Yeah, thanks, girls,' Marty said, smiling a little bit. 'Thanks for comforting me while I was crying.'
'Hey, Marty, that's no problem,' Bethany said, with a smile. 'We just did what our mommies taught us to do, to comfort those who are sad.'
Marty then hugged the girls, before they parted ways. Marty then decided to head home, so he could grab his truck and drive to Jennifer's home.
bttf44 - October 2, 2007 09:25 AM (GMT)
Just bumping this up, so that I remember to re-write "Oh, No! I'm Trapped!"