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Marty McFly Imagine *Heavy Doc*

It had been years since you had last seen your father, Doctor Emmett Brown. Heck, you didn't even think he would remember you, what with his short memory for people and faces. You loved visiting him, but it had been harder to find time ever since you entered high school. You had been working to help support you and your mother, leaving you with very little time for things like visiting. You and your mother had moved away from Hill Valley years ago, and the distance between you and your father didn't help your relationship with him. Whenever you could find time you wrote letters to each other, but it was almost impossible to meet face to face. You had managed to earn enough money to afford the trip to visit him, and you were beyond excited to see your father once again. You had arrived at his home only to be greeted with a note instead of his own smiling face. It was written in his own chicken scratch handwriting, and when you read it you couldn't help but smile. 

Please forgive me, (Y/N). I had to make a quick trip to the junkyard, but I should be back soon! In the meantime, here's a joke for you! What does the subatomic duck say?....Quark! Love, Doc

You had decided to head down to his workshop, and when you entered you were not disappointed. You loved your father's workshop of wonders: There were hidden treasures in every nook and cranny, and Doc had always been a collector of little knickknacks (which currently littered his shelves).  Under a large tarp in the center of the garage was what you assumed to be the famous Delorean Doc had written about, and you were eager to go exploring with him once he got home. Your eyes fell on a small journal on an otherwise empty shelf, and when you opened it you were greeted with a photograph of your mother. She looked so young...you began to finger through the pages, a smile growing on your face. Love letters written between your parents filled the lines, dated 1940. You looked back down at the journal in your hands, running your fingers along it's leather cover, grinning to yourself. "Hey, Doc!" You dropped the journal at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, eyes wide with full fledged panic. "Great Scott!" You hissed, rushing to pick up all of the papers that had scattered along the floor. Who was in the house?  "Doc? Are you in here?" You stepped out of the corner and in to the main workshop, peering around the bookshelf to catch a glimpse of the intruder. Your expression softened as your eye fell on the young man, a small smile pulling on to your lips. You remembered your father mentioning a new lab assistant in his letters but you never thought anything of it. This must be him. "Doc?" "I didn't know the Doc was expecting anyone." The teenager' eyes widened as he spotted you, looking for something to say as you appeared in the shop. "Who...who are you?" You smiled folding your hands across your chest, raising an eyebrow. "I should be asking you the same thing." You replied coolly, giving him a quick once over. He was certainly a handsome kid, and you could understand why your father liked him. He seemed like a bit of a troublemaker. "I-I'm Marty," He stumbled, running a hand through his hair, "I didn't know anyone was here." You smiled, shrugging. "I guess we both got a surprise then. I'm (Y/N)." Marty chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I..uh..I haven't seen you around Hill Valley before," He said with a small smile, shoving his hands in his pockets, "Are you new?" I bit my bottom lip, smiling as I leaned against the bookshelf. "Something like that." "Maybe I could show you around?" Your expression softened as a warmth fled to your cheeks; His offer certainly was tempting and you began to find it harder to say no with each passing second. "I don't know..." "Aw, come on, it'll be fun! And if not, I'll make it up to you...possibly with a movie?" He was certainly persistant, and a smile finally tugged its way on to your lips. "Alright then," You said, "A movie it is." "I forgot to ask," He began, running a hand through his hair, "How do you know Doc, anyway?" You froze. Your mind blanked as you searched for something to say, feeling like your heart was suddenly in your throat. Would he still want to go out if he knew you were the town coot's daughter? Luckily, Doc Brown burst through the door as if on cue, his arms overflowing with blueprints and machine parts. You smiled to yourself in relief and amusement, noticing that your father's behavior still hadn't changed. "Hey, Doc!" Marty exclaimed in greeting, but he didn't seem to take notice of the two of you until he reached the desk and set down all of his papers. He turned to the two of you with large grin on his face as he strode over, throwing an arm around your shoulder with a cheerful squeeze. "Ah, Marty! Sorry I'm late, I had a bit of trouble down at the junkyard. I see you've met my daughter, (Y/N)." Marty 's eyes widened as he looked between you and the Doc in disbelief, searching for something to say. "Your daughter?"