'Til Broad Daylight

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The DeLorean flew directly above Biff's car, and they opened the door carefully.

"There he is Doc!" Rosie exclaimed, pointing towards the car.

"Let's land on him. We'll cripple his car," Marty said, and Rosie considered the idea.

"Marty, he's in a '46 Ford. We're in a DeLorean. He'd rip through us like we were tin foil," Doc said, putting an end to the thought. The two shrugged, attempting to think of another plan that would work just as well. If not, better.

"So what do we do?" Marty asked, and winced slightly at the pain in his stomach. Rosie gave him a sympathetic look, understanding the look of pain on his face as he clutched the injured area.

"I have a plan," The Doc said, turning the wheel of the car as they continued to follow Biff.

"Marty, you have to let me do this," Rosie said, and Marty shook his head.

"It's too dangerous," he replied in a caring tone, wanting to keep the girl safe at all costs.

"Marty look me in the eyes and tell me that you can stand up on a hoverboard without bending over because of your stomach. It'll throw off your balance," she said, and as much as he didn't want to admit it, she was right.

"Please be careful," he said, giving in and handing her the hoverboard. He then took his jacket off, and wrapped it around her for warmth and comfort. She clutched the leather in her hands, adjusting it slightly.

"I will," she replied. She leaned over and kissed him, then opened the door, setting the hoverboard down. She stepped on it as Marty and Doc watched from inside, feeling helpless. She gained her balance by holding onto the car as she squatted down, the ends of her pants blowing in the wind. She moved slowly and skillfully towards the car in front of her, feeling the cold night air against her face.

Biff continued to listen to the radio, and turned around when he heard a small thud. Rosie grabbed onto his car, and began to stand up once she felt safe enough. She turned around and gave Marty and Doc a thumbs up, causing them to repeat the action back. Rosie stood higher so she could see Biff. She moved to the side of the car, seeing the almanac. She made an attempt to grab it, but pulled her arm away and ducked when she saw Biff move his arm that way to grab the book.

"Shit," she said to herself as she watched him flip through it. She continued to hold onto the car as tightly as her cold fingers would allow.

   "Son of a bitch," Biff said as he listened to the sports report on the news, comparing what he read in the book to what he heard on the radio. Rosie grabbed onto the handle and scooted closer to the car, still floating above the ground. She opened the car door, and saw the almanac. Biff then looked towards her, looked towards the road, then realized what he had seen. He looked back at her, filled with outrage. She grabbed the book, but he grabbed it back.

"You again? Give me that book!" He exclaimed. The car swerved, but she kept a firm grip on the hoverboard and on the almanac.

"Let it go Biff!" She yelled at him, pulling it towards her. He kicked the door and the almanac flew onto the window of the car. She grabbed onto the side, and screamed as the car drove dangerously close to a sign, her hair blowing around her head furiously.

"Let go of the car!" Biff yelled. He swerved the vehicle, in an attempt to force her off. She was flying vertically, and nearly lost her grip. She ran into some tree branches, but kept her firm grip, keeping her eyes on the prize. She looked at a sign that read 'tunnel ahead', and Biff tried to drive the side into the opening of the tunnel. Rosie ducked and flew towards the back of the car once more, flying around sparks from the wheels. She could hear the metal screeching against the wall, causing a sound that rivaled nails on a chalkboard. "That'll teach her," He said, assuming that she was gone. She then stood up confidently, and Biff saw her reflection in the mirror. Rosie moved as far to his side as she could, and he nailed her in the face with his elbow. She groaned as he repeated the action once more, but didn't let this discourage her. She stood up again, and ducked his arm movement.

"You wouldn't hit a girl would ya?" she taunted, before looking forward to see a large semi truck's lights driving towards them. Biff drove to the side of the small tunnel, causing her to once again fly vertically. She folded her legs inward, barely missing the large vehicle. She set her foot on the car and kicked up, flying the hoverboard upwards, and grabbing the almanac, before flipping over the car and landing on her feet. She touched solid ground for a moment feeling accomplished, before turning to see Biff's car lights shining on her. She looked and saw the end of the tunnel, setting the almanac inside of Marty's jacket, that she had realized she was still wearing. Rosie began to paddle her way towards the end of the tunnel, but the car was driving too fast. She looked back, and saw Biff smiling maniacally.

"Fuck!" She yelled, still paddling as she heard his tires screech, making an ear splitting noise. The car came dangerously close, and she couldn't help but think it was the end. She reached the end of the tunnel, and suddenly, two hands grabbed her. She flew upwards, and realized that it was Marty who was holding onto her tightly. He pulled her onto his lap and they watched as Biff drove into a pile of manure. Again.

"Yes!" Marty yelled, laughing lightheartedly at the sight. He hugged Rosie tightly. "You were amazing."

"That was mentally scarring," she replied.

"Oh god I'm so proud of you," Marty said, kissing her temple and tucking her head into his chest.

"If I may add, you were wonderful," Doc said proudly, and Rosie smiled at the validation.

"Thanks," Rosie said, glad that it was over. Marty quickly inspected her to make sure there were no injuries.

"I'm fine sweetheart," she said, realizing what he was doing.

"Just checking," he replied lovingly.