Marty and Rosie

❤︎in conclusion❤︎

   2015. Marty and Rosie McFly had made it to October 21, 2015. The couple watched the clock turn to midnight. As the time changed, Rosie felt a wave of relief, leaning back on the headboard of their bed.

   "We did it," she said. Marty kissed her cheek as she leaned into his side.

   "It's all in the past," he said. She smiled, staring down at the sheets. "You okay?"

"Fine," she replied, setting her head on his shoulder. Part of Rosie had almost expected everything to change when it hit midnight. That everything would suddenly change. But it didn't. She could hear George's guitar playing from another room. Though it normally drove them crazy when he kept them up until al hours of the night, they decided to let the fifteen year old play on.

   Robby was off in school, studying to become an engineer. It only made sense that he take that career path, and he loved his choice.

   Daisy, Jules, and Verne were out on their own adventures. Traveling who knows where, but always coming back for weekends. The perks of time travel. Jules and Verne had hardly aged above the girl. Marty never would have allowed it if Rosie hadn't talked him into it.

   They looked at each other, still so much love between them. It was almost like nothing had changed. Marty looked at his wife, smiling.

"You're beautiful," he said. Rosie looked down, shaking her head happily.

"Do you remember when we were just friends?" She asked, and he laughed.

"Who were we fooling?" He replied, considering how close they had been.

   "I had the biggest crush on you," she said, still laughing.

   "Everyone knew we liked each other except us."

   "And Doc? I always wonder if Doc really knew or if he just kinda went with it," she said, and her husband considered it.

   "Who knows," he said. "We should give them a call."

   "We can call them in the morning," she said.

"Okay," Marty said, smiling at her. He kissed her quickly, before they laid back.

As Rosie lay there, trying to fall asleep, she began to think about memories of her and Marty. She smiled, thinking about their relationship.

   "I've got a girl," Marty said, and Rosie looked at him in shock.

   "Wait really?" She asked, temporarily distracted.

   "Is she pretty?" Doc asked. He looked down at Rosie, who was now tucked into his side, hugging his body with her face in his jacket.

   "She's beautiful. I'm crazy about her," he said. "Doc you're our only hope."

   "The only power source capable of generating 1.21 gigawatts of electricity is a bolt of lightning," he said. Marty stood up and started pacing.

   "What did you just say?" Rosie asked.

   "A bolt of lightning." Doc replied anxiously. Marty and Rosie looked at each other, before she jumped up excitedly. "Unfortunately you never know when or where it's ever gonna strike."

   "Oh please Doc," Rosie replied.

   "We're time travelers," Marty said confidently, before handing Doc a piece of paper. "Save the Clocktower." The Doc took the paper from his hands and acknowledged it, before his eyes widened. Rosie and Marty high-fived, and she jumped into his arms for a hug.

   "We're gonna go home," she said.

   "Safe and sound princess," he said excitedly.

   Her thoughts continued to spiral through her memories and thoughts.

"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.

Rosie felt as though this had only been yesterday, and not years and years ago. She smiled at her husband, closing her eyes, thinking about their adventures through time.

Rosie stepped towards the booth and they handed her a gun, listing the instructions as if she were a seven year old. Rosie purposely shot the gun above the booth as the men laughed.

"Can I try that again?" She asked, and Marty smiled at her.

"Yeah. Go on again," the man said cockily. Rosie confidently cocked the gun and pointed it at the cardboard cutouts, shooting the bullseyes each and every time. She flipped the gun a few times in her hand, before handing it back.

"Yeah!" Marty cheered with a proud look plastered on his face.

   The once recent memories had now faded, but some were just as vivid as ever.

"Getting all mushy aren't we Emma," he said. She shoved his arm. "Ouch!"

"Don't ever call me Emma," she said playfully. The sun finished rising and Marty and Rosie jumped back in the car, speeding to Rosie's house so she would be back before anyone woke up.

   "Something inconspicuous!"

   The two walked into a store, and Rosie grabbed a simple pantsuit. Finally, something she could run in. She turned around and saw Marty grabbing a black leather jacket and a fedora. She rolled her eyes.

   "He said inconspicuous," she said with raised eyebrows, and he grabbed her hand and turned her, dipping her while holding his hat with his other hand. She smiled as he brought her back up, closer to his body. "But I like the confidence."

"Please don't talk about that," Rosie said, and Doc and Marty looked at each other, before backtracking towards the girl.

"Rosie, what's going on?" Marty asked, setting his hands on her arms. "What about my future?"

"It's nothing Marty," she said, looking down. He bent down slightly to meet her eye level.

"Rosie. Babe. You're on edge," Marty said. She looked up, blinking back tears. This was absolutely too much. The past. The future. Now a duel? Rosie was past the limit of things that could happen.

"I just want you to be safe," she whispered, and Marty pulled her into his chest, kissing the top of her head.

"Hey, Doc! I grabbed that paper from 2015 and now it's erased," Rosie said, showing him the paper. Doc smiled widely.

"'Course it's erased!" Doc said as if it were obvious.

"But what does that mean?" Rosie asked curiously.

"It means your future hasn't been written yet! No ones has! Your future is whatever you make it! So make it a good one, both of you," Doc said, standing back up. Marty set his hand around Rosie's shoulder.

"We will, Doc."

"Rosie, are you still awake?" Marty mumbled.

"Mmhmm," she replied, and he wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"Get some rest," he said lovingly, and Rosie smiled.

"I love you, sweetheart," she said.

"I love you too, princess."

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