Back to the Future Fan-fiction

Chapter Thirty-Two || Doc's Letter

One moment, Emmett Brown was there. And in the next moment, he wasn't.

The night of events had followed through on his watch, by his plan. Everything had worked out perfectly, so him and Marty had saved the future— er, past. So it really struck the two by surprise once Doc Brown's DeLorean met with a giant lightning bolt, thus sending him back to 1885.

The impact Doc had felt immediately after he had landed in 1885 was like no other. Both physically and mentally did he become fragile— his car slammed him into the ground, giving his body a big 'THMPH' noise; meanwhile, he was frazzled mentally from such the quick change of environment. He looked to his left and right, seeing the world outside was sandy and filled with dunes.

The car below him felt messy. After all, it had just fallen from the sky— from 1955's storm-ridden sky, to the great old 1885 landscape. The atmosphere felt strange, and so did the car. It began to spur out unspeakable noises, and mentally Doc Brown groaned.

Oh no.

Still recovering from the impact, Doc Brown opened the DeLorean door to reveal what the car looked like. Obviously, it had to be broke— it was not flying anymore. Upon further observation, The Doctor noticed that it was filled with bumps and scratches. The little time-circuits were clearly shorted out, as were the flying circuits.

Damn!

Could he fix this? Doc took another glance at the readouts, confirming the year. And... Yup. It was 1885. And according to his calculations over the months, suitable replacement parts would not be available to him until... 1947. Double damn.

It wasn't like he could create another time machine, either. That would take a month, probably even years, to finish doing. Besides, again, suitable replacement parts would not be available until later years. Now, after his rejuvenation clinic visit in the future, he had an extra 30 or 40 years to his life, but could he really wait around that long..? Doc decided not.

There was only one thing he really could do.

Doc immediately got into work. Being a scientist, he was smart and both his words and wisdom, and he knew what he needed to do.

First, he hid the DeLorean in the abandoned mine adjacent to him. If there was one rule of time travel, it was to never let other people be aware of your existence. That would cause irreparable damage to the space-time continuum, or at least Doc so thought. He placed the DeLorean in neutral, and pushed it around for a bit. When he stumbled upon a cave, he was able to find a nice and secure spot. Rocks and his initials were hid behind it, indicating to his future self his love for Jules Verne. When the vehicle would be discovered again in 1955, hopefully the Marty currently stuck in 1955 could uncover it and take it forward to the future. At least, hopefully— Doc prayed that the vehicle would be undisturbed for another 70 years.

But how would Marty know where this machine was, exactly?

Well, months had passed before Doc had figured out what to do. Within the timeframe, he had met a beautiful girl named Clara, who later became his girlfriend, set himself as a blacksmith (his dream), and established a horrific relationship with Buford Tannen. This all happened over the course of several months— it amazed Doc at all the crazy things in which the old west would allow to happen. Most importantly, of course, Doc had missed Marty, but internally Doc knew that it was his time. He was so adept to living in this timeframe, and he didn't need Marty to make any further trips in time and change the timeframe. So with that, Dr. Brown began to write a letter.

Doc carefully considered his words. He figured it would be extremely confusing for the current '55 Marty to understand what was going on, and he I needed to be explicit with his instructions. His ink pen stared at the brown paper, pondering over the words of life. In what way shall he begin this?