The Future {Marty Mcfly x reader} BOOK 2

Alternative 1985

'Marty, hold up, I'm not that fast!' I yell at him as we run over the cemetery towards George's grave. He stops walking and shines the light on a grave. 'Marty?' He doesn't say anything. He walks over to the grave and falls down on his knees.

'No... No! This can't be happening! March 15th, 1973.' He reads from the headstone. 'No! Oh, please, God, no!' He cries. I sit down next to him. 'Oh, please, God. Please, God, no. This can't be happening!' I put my arms around him and he immediately turns into me. 'This can't be happening...' He cries into my shoulder. 'Please, this can't be...' I rub my hand over his back, hoping that it comforts him a bit.

'I'm afraid it is happening, Marty. All of it.' Dad's voice is heard from behind. Marty gasps and turns towards him.
'Doc!' He stands up from the hug.
'When I learned about your father, I figured you'd come here.' Dad says.
'Then you know what happened to him?' Marty shines the light on the headstone and I get off my knees. 'Do you know what happened March 15th, 1973?'
'Yes, Marty. I know...'
'What? What happened that day?'
'I'll show you, come on.'

We step into the car, while I'm still comforting Marty.

We step out of the car when we reach home.

'I went to the public library to try to make sense out of all the madness.' Dad flips through a book. 'The place was boarded up, shut down, so I broke in and borrowed some newspapers.'

'You- You broke in? Into a library? Dad, no...'
'Dad, yes.'
'I- That's not- nevermind.'

'I don't get it, Doc.' Marty states. 'I mean, how can all this be happening? It's like we're in hell or something.'
'No, it's Hill Valley. Although, I can't imagine hell being much worse.' Dad answers casually.

Einstein whimpers a bit, so I go over to him.

'Hey, Einie. What's wrong, boy?' I look around. 'Oh, it's your bed, huh?' I turn his bed right, so that he can lay in it.
'I'm sorry, Einie! The lab is an awful mess.'

'Obviously, the time continuum has been disrupted.' Dad continues, while I give Einstein belly rubs. 'Creating this new temporal event sequence, resulting in this alternative reality!'
'English, Doc.'
'Yeah, English please.'
'Here, here, here. Let me illustrate!' I walk towards the two and sit down on the DeLorean.

'Imagine, that this line represents time. Here's the present, 1985, the future and the past.' Dad draws lines on the board. 'Prior to this point in time, somewhere in the past, the timeline skewed into an alternative 1985.' Dad explains. 'Alternate to you, me, Y/n and Einstein, but reality to everyone else.' He walks over to the car and grabs a bag out of it. 'Recognise this? It's the bag the sports book came in. I know, because the receipt was still inside. I found them in the time machine, along with this!' He shows us the top of old Biff's cane.

'It's the top of Biff's cane, I mean, old Biff from the future.' Marty takes the can piece and looks at it.
'It can't be...'
'But it is and it was in the time machine, because Biff was in the time machine with the sports almanac.' Dad walks over to us.

'Holy shit.' Marty exclaims.
'You see, while we were in the future, Biff got the sports book, stole the time machine, went back in time and gave the book to himself at some point in the past.' Dad continues to draw. 'Look. It says right here,that Biff made his first million betting on a horse race in 1958.' He points to an artical in an old newspaper.

'He wasn't lucky, he had the almanac!' I gasp. 'That's how he made his fortune.'
'Look at his pocket with a magnifying glass.' Dad hands us one and points at Biff's pocket.
'The almanac.' Marty looks at me. 'Son of a bitch stole my idea!'
'That's what you're worrying about, really?' I give him the I swear to mother fucking God, if you tell me that that's what you're worrying about, I'm gonna kill you look. Marty gulps and continues to speak.

'He must've been listening when I-' He stops mid-sentence and his face drops. 'It's my fault. The whole thing is my fault...'
'What, no. Marty, we did this together.' I give him a supportive squeeze in his hand.
'No, you tried to talk me out of it, this is all my fault. If I hadn't bought that damn book, none of this would've ever happened.'

'Well, that's all in the past.' Dad says to Marty.
'You mean, the future?' Marty and I say in unison.
'Whatever! It demonstrates precisely how time travel can be misused and why the time machine must be distroyed after we straighten all of this out.' Dad walks back to the car.

'Right, so we go back to the future and we stop Biff from stealing the time machine.' Marty suggests.
'We can't, because if we travel into the future from this point in time-' I cut my dad off.
'We'll go to the alternative future... The future of this reality...'
'In which Biff is corrupt and powerful and married to your mother and this happened to me.' Dad shows us a newspaper that shows him in a mental institution. I grab the paper from him and study it.

'Emmett Brown committed. Crackpot inventor declared legally insane?' I look up to my dad. 'Well, what happened to me if that happened to you?' Marty looks at the newspaper.
'It says here that you were send back to the adoption centre.' Marty reads.
'What? No, that's not possible. Lorraine and Biff thought that I was the girl they met 30 years ago.'
'I'm just saying what it says here.' Marty shrugs.

'Our only chance to repair the present, is in the past, at the point where the timeline skewed into this tangent.' Dad starts drawing again, but my eyes are fixated on the newspaper. Dad continues to talk, but I can't make out what he says. I can hear the words he says, but they don't make sense.

'Y/n?' Marty taps on my shoulder.
'Hm? What?' I slowly take my eyes off the newspaper and turn my eyes towards Marty.
'You weren't listening.' His hand slides down my arm and he intertwines our fingers.

'Like I was saying.' Dad walks over to us and pushes our hands away from each other. 'We have to find out the exact date and the specific circumstances of how, where and when young Biff got his hands on that sports almanac.'
'I'll ask him.' Marty says tough.
'But- No. I'm going with you.' I state.
'No you're not. That's way too dangerous.' Dad says to me.
'So? Do I look like I care? I just want to make sure nothing happens to him!' I exclaim worried.

'Y/n.' Marty grabs my hand. 'I understand that, but you're not going with me.' I hit him across the face. 'Ow!'
'Did I smack some sense into you? I hope I did, because I don't care if you want me to go with you or not, I'm going with you.'