Back to the Future Fan-fiction

Chapter Four || Memories from the Past

Sixty five year old Doc Brown stared at his clock endlessly as he awaited for his best friend, Marty McFly to arrive. It had been a good fifty minutes since he had supposedly left, and Doc had started to worry about his friend. Usually, Marty had arrived quickly after Doc had invited him over, but now he was over twenty minutes late. Oh, stop worrying about it Emmett! He thought, scolding himself. I'm sure he'll be over shortly. That boy is always getting himself into trouble somehow.

Internally, Doc wrestled with the voice in his head. But he's my friend, and I should worry about him.. Oh, never mind. It was most likely just a small delay, and he'd simply leave it at that.

Suddenly, Doc was breezed out of his thoughts as he heard a loud crashing noise outside. Doc quickly got up onto his feet and ran outside, to where he found Marty laying on the floor, eyes glimmering and skateboard next to him, completely wrecked. "Great Scott!" Doc cried, his eyes widening at the sight. "Marty! What happened to you?"

Marty slowly looked up and faced Doc, revealing a fairly-sized cut on his forehead and a single tear in his eye. "Uh, well, a wheel on my skateboard came off, and-" He paused, looking at the mess he had made. The house plant was sprawled across the floor and Marty tried to pick it up, but Doc reassured him not to. "Jeez.. I'm sorry Doc, I crashed into your plant!" Marty mentally face palmed himself, feeling even bigger of a klutz than he had already felt like. Slowly he let out a low groan out of frustration and pain.

Doc shook his head, dismissing the subject and scooping the small boy into his arms. "Don't worry about it." He said as he took Marty inside. "I'll take care of it." Marty was gently placed on Doc's couch as Doc searched around his lab for a medicine kit. Marty knew that he could always rely on Doc in any medical emergency. After a minute of looking, Doc had finally found an old and dusty first-aid kit that had looked liked it hadn't been used for decades, and brought it over to Marty. "It might sting some when I apply the medicine, but it'll be a lot better than it being untreated," Doc said assuredly, searching for something in the kit to treat his head wound with. Finally, Doc found what he needed and dabbed some medicine lightly onto Marty's forehead. Doc internally winced, feeling pity for Marty as he let out a small yelp. "Jeez Doc," Marty exclaimed. "It'll be over soon," Doc assured the boy, patting the boy on his shoulder and hastily getting up from the couch,  looking for a bag of peas or something frozen to substitute an ice pouch.  And though he was most definitely not a doctor, he knew by heart on how to treat all different kinds of injuries; coming mostly from years of experience in his own lab.

Faintly, the doctor smiled at Marty as he made himself comfortable in his home. Thinking back at it, it had slightly reminded him of the time Marty had crashed into the courthouse, years ago. It had been quite a long time since it had happened, but Doc could almost remember it like yesterday.

Doc Brown walked around the freshly cut courtyard, feeling much like he had when he was younger and not nearly as worn. The courtyard had, of course, been used and and reconstructed numerous times since he had last visited, but it still was the same park to him. The bench that he used to sit on for hours at a time had always remained intact, the aroma of fresh sweet flowers in the air.. everything from his memory came rushing to his forefront. Doc breathed in it all, grinning at the refreshing scent. Time had always gone by quickly as he aged more and more, but seemed to have stood still in the midst of it all.

Suddenly, Doc heard the voice of an all too familiar voice yelling, followed by a loud crash. The scientist was quickly alerted out of his memories as he traveled back to the present. He snapped his head up, looking over to the courthouse, where the crashing and yelling had came from. There, laid a boy in a familiar-looking red vest, bent over and doubling in pain. Doc quickly ran over to the boy (with a great amount of speed no one his age should of contained), worriedly asking if he was okay. "Hey, kid, you alright?" He asked more quietly, once he was next to him.