Disclaimer: I do not own Back to the Future. All familiar characters belong to Robert Zemeckis and Bob Gale. This is my first Back to the Future fic, and I hope I didn't do too badly. This fic takes place after the third movie.

Back to the Old West

"Dr. Brown," said Jennifer Parker, holding a piece of paper. "I brought this note back from the future and now it's erased."

"Of course it's erased," exclaimed Doc.

"But what does that mean?" questioned Jennifer.

"It means your future hasn't been written yet," said Doc. "No one's has. Your future is whatever you make it. So make it a good one, both of you."

"We will, Doc," said Marty McFly, wrapping his arm around his girlfriend.

All of this happened a week ago. It is now November 3, 1985, and it's 9:00PM. Martin Seamus McFly was lying on his bed, looking at the poster of Sports by Huey Lewis and the News. The shelf behind him has a bunch of candy bars from the last two Halloweens. The phone rang, which Marty immediately picked up.

"Hello," said Marty.

"Marty," a voice recognized as Doc Brown's said. "I hope I haven't disturbed you."

"Doc," shouted Marty. "What are you doing back?"

"Marty, can you please shut up? I'm trying to get paperwork done," shouted a voice from down the hall. The voice belonged to Marty's older brother, Dave, who's 22.

"Sorry, Dave," said Marty, and he directed his attention back to the phone. "So Doc, what are you doing here?"

"I'll explain later," said Doc. "Meet me at my garage in half an hour."

"I'll be there, Doc," said Marty

Marty skateboarded into Doc's driveway. It's been a week since he's been there. He remembered when he first met Doc. It was only two years ago when he was fifteen. Marty was looking for work so he put an ad in the paper. Doc arrived at Marty's house and hired him to clean out his garage. Marty was paid six dollars an hour and was given total access to Doc's record collection. Doc had a large collection of rock and roll records that he allowed Marty to listen to whenever he wanted. So after that, Marty started coming over to Doc's garage all the time and the two became friends.

"Marty," said Doc, coming out of his garage. "I'll give it to you straight. We're moving back." Marty was shocked.

"Back? As in to 1985?" asked Marty.

"Precisely," said Doc. "We don't belong in the old west. I belong here. Clara is supposed to fall in the ravine, and the boys aren't supposed to be born. Besides, I couldn't just leave Brown Enterprises behind. I already bought a house for us."

"That's awesome, Doc," said Marty. "So, when are you moving?"

"We'll be here precisely tomorrow morning at 5:00AM sharp," said Doc. "But the real reason I came here is to ask you if you would like to help us move."

"All right," said Marty. "I'll do it. Where's the train?"

"I placed it right in Hill Valley Park," said Doc. "I need to do it in the night, so no one can see it."

Doc and Marty climbed aboard the time train. Marty was surprised how futuristic it looked on the inside. Doc put the circuits on and set the destination time for 4:00AM, November 1, 1895.

"Brace yourself for temporal displacement," said Doc, as they broke the time barrier.