Chapter 20: Chapter Twenty:

Sarah returned the Delorean to Doc Brown's place quietly and snuck out of the garage only to run right into Marty.

"Sarah, what were you thinking?" he asked, grabbing her by the shoulders. He looked her over and shook his head. "And why are you still dressed like that?"

Obviously this Marty had been the one who had seen her in the past. Yay...

"I lost my jeans..." she admitted quietly.

"You can't go home dressed like that," he protested. "What if Biff sees you? What if...?" It was clear Marty was panicking more than Sarah. "Aw man, this is heavy... If Biff sees you like this, he's going to know what happened."

"You're giving him a lot of credit," she said, pushing away from her friend. "He isn't that bright."

"But he would remember... this..." Marty stumbled over his words, gesturing to her in the stunning red dress.

Sarah smirked. "This?"

"You, dressed like that," he said, recovering a little.

"Look, McFly," she said with a roll of her eyes. "If you're not going to let me go home like this, you'll have to help me."

"How? Just name it," he offered quickly.

"Go get some clothes from Jennifer; a skirt or something, her pants would be way too short… And a black t shirt," she added.

"On it," he said before disappearing, leaving Sarah sitting in Doc Brown's garage in her red dress. It was a very nice dress; she wished she didn't have to get rid of it. She let out a sigh and wondered how things would be different between her mother and Biff; would they even get back together? How badly did she fuck up the world she knew? She doubted things could be worse but…

Marty returned with a black t shirt, one of his jean jackets and a skirt he had borrowed off his sister as Jennifer wasn't home. He also brought her a pair of black Docs he hope would fit. He left the garage to let her get dressed in private. She changed and shook her hair out and carefully folded the dress, putting it into the back pack he had used to bring the clothes to her.

"So, what do you think the chances are that I really screwed things up?" she asked, swinging the bag over her shoulder.

"Well, Biff isn't a rich ass hole running Hill Valley into a biker run hole, so I'm guessing you didn't screw up that bad," he said with a laugh.

"Uh…" Sarah obviously wasn't in on the joke.

"Don't worry; everything looks normal," he reaffirmed. "My parents haven't changed; my family is the same as it was before (AN: in their final, happy family/George the Hero arch). It'll be okay."

Sarah nodded, taking a deep breath.

It was a short walk to her home. Good news was she was still in the same house. Biff's vanity plated car was in the drive way, all be it a slightly nicer model than the one she had known before going to the past. Her mom's car was parked beside it and a third car was blocking it in.

She took a deep breath to steady herself from shaking as she walked up the drive and walk to the front door, slipping her key into the lock. Still worked, bonus! She swung the door home and stepped inside.

The home was still the same layout, but it looked like everything was upgraded. There were no holes in the wall from Biff's temper tantrums and no empty beer and liquor bottles lying around. Bonus number two!

"Sarah, is that you?" her mother's voice called from the kitchen. "You're late for dinner again!"

"Leave her alone, Mom," a male voice sounded.

"No, Jacob, it isn't every day you come to visit," Marlene insisted.

Sarah felt light headed but dropped her bag at the door, took off her boots and rushed upstairs. "Just going to get changed; I'll be down in a second," she shouted.

She pushed into her room and threw on a pair of jeans, thinking the skirt was just too obviously not her. She returned to the main level of the house and went to the dinning room.

"Hey sis," her former Uncle Jacob said. "How was school?" He looked like the perfect cross between Biff and Marlene. It was amazing.

"Good," she said feeling slightly numb. She took a spot across from her mother, to Biff's left and Jacob's right.

"Your brother just graduated from UCLA's medical program," Marlene said proudly.

"Wow, congrats," she said, trying not to stare at Biff.

"Yep," the proud father said with a smirk. "Got your dad's looks and your mom's brain; best of both worlds."

The table laughed. Did Biff just make a joke at himself? On that note, is he thin again? Fit, even? And her mother… Wow… Smiling, sober and … Happy?

Sarah continued to eat the surreal dinner. It seemed as if everything were better than when she had left it. Even her mom's cooking tasted better.

There was something in the way Biff was looking at her, though. Something that, while not as creepy as his drunken leering, was still unnerving. She let it pass for now, her mother was happy, unabused and healthy, in touch with her son and living with her "Prince Charming." Or at least a reasonable expectation. Okay, maybe more like "better than what he was before" Biff.