Back to the Future Fan-fiction

Chapter Seven || Take Care

As quick as lightning, Marty Mcfly ran over in despair to his dearly beloved friend, every last hint of hope that once surged through his body leaving him as he realized he was too late to prevent anything now. Despite his every last attempt and successful trip back to the future, he couldn't do the one thing he meant to do- save Doc. In less than the blink of an eye, poor Marty began to sob on the black asphalt for what seemed like eternity, which truly was only a couple of seconds, as he buried his face into his hands and cried, desperately wishing that he could of prevented Doc Brown from being shot to his death. "Oh no.." He whimpered through his tears as the pain truly hit him as he knew that he would never be able to see him again. Doc really was true when he said how time travel was irreparable.
Marty sobbed tearfully for a couple of seconds more, before he realized something was moving ever so faintly behind him. He highly hoped and highly doubt it that this was anything, but regardless and absent-mindedly, while still very grief stricken, he hesitatingly and slowly turned around, to become face to face with the one and only Doc Brown. Marty's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as both stared at each other in disbelief and shock. Doc was alive? But- how? Marty saw that he was killed, or at least- assumed!
"You're alive," Marty finally managed to croak out at last finding no other words for this miracle. Doc stared at him for a long minute, indulged in the boys response, as his eyes widened too while opening the front of his radiation suit. Without saying a word, he slowly revealed a bullet proof chest.
Marty gave him a skeptical look of fascination and confusion. Marty knew he never told The Doc about his destiny and had adamantly refused to hear anything about his future. "But did you know?" He sputtered out, his voice still hoarse. "I never got the chance to tell you..."  He trailed off, in a loss for words.
Marty stared at the Doc's puppy brown eyes as Doc pulled out a worn letter, covered with strains and marks and handed it to him prestigiously. Briefly, Marty glanced at it and saw that it had been the letter he had tried to give Doc back in 1955, but had been torn up by Doc because it would cause 'irreparable damage to the space-time continuum.' He had been so hesitant about reading it, that Marty would have never thought that Doc would of listened to his advice, but somehow by a miracle he had.
Marty continued to stare at him in fascination, parts of his voice coming back slowly. "What about all that talk?" he began, his voice cracking. "About screwing up future events, the space time continuum?"he knew how Doc could be so stubborn, which was the biggest surprise of the night that Doc would read this letter.
Doc looked at Marty back, a small shimmer in his chocolate brown eyes and a smirk on his face and gave a clever response. "Well, I figured, what the hell?"
Without saying much more, Marty went over to the older man and softly hugged him, careful not to hurt his ribs. "Doc, you know, I really thought I lost you forever," Marty exclaimed after a minute, his voice nearly in a whisper as the tears and sweat on his face glinted in the moonlight.
Doc backed out of the hug gently after another minute. "I know, Marty, I'm sorry I left you worried. I was more naive and younger back then, and I shouldn't have left you worried like that. I'm sorry."
Marty shook his head. "It's okay, Doc," he said in reply, shaking his head. "It's okay." Their friendship was so special that no good words could describe their bond.
Doc nodded in reply as the two silently embraced in each other's warmth for a couple of more minutes. For a bit, they made small talk about causal things not wanting to talk about anything else. It was now finally nice to relax, to not have to worry about anything or anyone, or do anything.
And for a minute, Marty finally felt at peace.
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After awhile the two had finally drove off in the DeLorean together, heading out together for flapjacks as an early breakfast. Around 3 AM they had finished, and headed back to Marty's house. Marty had to admit, he was exhausted from everything, even from the much needed company of Doc. "So how far ahead are you going?" Marty asked once he had gotten out of the car.
Doc grinned. "About thirty years. It's a nice, round number."
Marty nodded, his face not leaving Doc's, wondering what his next journey would have in store. "Look me up when you get there, alright?" He questioned. "Guess I'll be about.. 47."
Doc nodded, shaking Marty's hand in reply. "You got it."
For a minute the duo stared at one another, not talking and grateful they were both safe after the scary events of the night tumbled.
After another minute, Marty broke his gaze by nodding. "Take care, okay?" Marty asked Doc as he nodded in response. "You too." He replied.
Marty nodded solemnly. "Alright. Buh-bye Einie," he said to the sheepdog in the front, rubbing and scratching his ears. Then he turned to Doc as he shut the door of the Delorean and watched his friend take off. Off he went, and was no bigger than a speck in the heavens.

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hi guys, before I say anything else I just want to apologize. IK, I'm the worst for not updating 😓 but my god dang computer was being the piece of crap it was, and it's not working and where all my work was (I was writing a story about marty& his parents) and so now I can't go on it. UGH
but this is just a small and slightly bad filler scene I made awhile ago for the time being. Not to sure about what to write next, or anything, so if you have any ideas please DM me 💞