Back to the Future Fan-fiction

Chapter Eight || The Truth

Out of the three children George and Lorraine had, their youngest one Marty always struck them as special.

It felt odd even making the comparison, but Marty had always reminded George and Lorraine of a boy they met many years ago- Marty Calvin Klein. In fact, Marty had reminded them so much of Marty Calvin Klein that they named Marty after Calvin. They didn't know why they saw the resemblance so much, but 30 years later they always had Marty Klein in the back of their minds, wondering where he had gone after the fateful night of the dance and how much he had changed both of George and Lorraine's life.

However, George and Lorraine didn't make the real connections until years and years later. By accident.

It all began with another day in Doc's garage, where Marty was working with Doc on a new invention. Doc Brown had invited Marty's parents over to dinner, and at the moment they were standing around and talking, right outside of the garage door. That's where the trouble begins.

"Marty, could you get me some screws from the toolbox?" Doc asked, absentmindedly. Marty had obediently grabbed it, and without thinking he said the first thing that came out of his mind.

"Do you think my parents have ever connected the similarities between me and Marty Klein"? He asked, out of the blue.

Doc was surprised Marty had asked such a question. "Well, there is a small chance of maybe, but due to the space-time continuum and it's rippling effects and mending of time, likely not." Doc began to get suspicious. "Why do you ask? Have they mentioned it before?"
"No, nothing like that Doc," Marty replied, wiping the sweat off his brows. "It's just that November 12, the day of the dance is coming up."
"Oh, that is right. But I don't think you have anything to worry about, Marty. The space-time continuum shall take care of that."

This was where the trouble really took into play.

Neither Doc or Marty had noticed, but George came out to grab a Free Pepsi, close enough to where he could hear Doc and Marty. Doc and Marty continued their conversation, and of course George heard snippets of it. He wasn't much of an eavesdropper, but the intent voices and hushed whispers naturally made George curious about what was being said. He sure hoped Doc wasn't getting Marty into any more trouble.
"I have no idea what would happen if it weren't for that dance," Marty muttered softly. "Everything was completely different before I went back in time. Mom was a drunk, Dad was a pipsqueak, Linda and Dave were basically losers, and uncle Joey was in jail." (At this, George gasped). "Sometimes I honestly don't know how to adjust back to my own life, even with a cool truck, successful parents, and a loving girlfriend. And getting over the fact that my mom basically fell in love with me is still hard to get over... heavy."

George stood there, with a Pepsi in one hand, and the refrigerator door in the other, a look of shock displayed on his face. Was any of this true, or was this just some crazy idea they had made up? If this was a crazy story, why was it so eerily similar to the real version? George had never given Marty the story of how they met, at least not in such specific detail. Should George bring it up to them, or leave it alone? 

What should he do?

Slowly, George made an internal decision to not say anything in slowly go back into the house. He would say something to Lorraine, of course, but this was such a weird conversation to George that it might be better if he just forgot it. Yeah, that's what he would do....

"Okay everybody, dinner is served!" Lorraine chirped as she placed down a vegetable casserole. Everyone happily gathered around the table and began to dig in and stuff their faces. George could always count on his wife's casserole to make him feel good and get his mind off things.