A bit shorter, but I hope you'll like it. Please review. It may take a chapter or two before the '1885' part kicks in.

3: Chapter Three

November 14, 1955
07:30 PM PST

Marty Sr grinned, as the musicians began to play. He really felt like he was in the Old West now they were playing that way. After all, the 1880s songs must’ve been a bit similar to these. The song they were playing now was called ‘Double Back’, and Marty was surprised to actually find himself enjoying the music.

“Now, Marty” Doc called through the music. “Are you enjoying yourself a bit? I must say, they did a good impression of Hill Valley 1885. I can’t help it but envy my older self back there. Even if he got shot, he must’ve had a good time living in the era of cowboys and wild gunmen… well, one of them shot me of course, but otherwise I am looking much forward to living there. It’s a bad thing that it’ll be too dangerous for both me and the continuum to continue living there, so you will have to take me back to the future. And I suppose that I can’t really go back visiting if the time machine will be destroyed after our return.” He sighed. “Well, at least I’ll always have you and Jennifer to hang around with.”

“Sure thing, Doc” Marty nodded. “We’ll always be there for you if you get homesick. Thanks to your time machine my parents got a way better life than they had before, and my kids are outta jail in the future. Now if the past is bright, as is the future, all we have to do is take care of the present, isn’t it?” He chuckled. “I really do hope that I turn out to be a famous rock star. I have temptations to ask MJ about it, but maybe it’s true what you’re always saying and no one really should know too much about their own destiny. Well, at least I live in Hilldale, so I got good hope for the future. In 1985, Hilldale is the place to live!”

“Well, I never heard of it” Doc said. Then he chuckled, and said: “Well, of course I haven’t! After all, I’m from 1955… and this Hilldale place won’t be build until the 1980s! It would be impossible for me to have heard of it before, unless you mentioned it in the week you was here before.” Sighing, he added: “Talking about that, it’s nice to have you back at my place, even if it’s only for a few days. Say, how would you like some drinks at the bar over here? Why don’t you call Jennifer and your son as well? I can imagine them wanting to have something to drink, too.”

“Yeah… I guess so” Marty Sr nodded. He walked over to Marty Jr and Jennifer, who were standing by a Wild West-game. “MJ! Jen! Are you guys comin’? Doc is offering us some drinks at the bar. We can play this game another time, ‘Larty’. We better hurry, or Doc will cancel his offer.” They chuckled at the improbability of Doc doing so and ran over to the bar – only to spot George, Lorraine and George’s parents, Arthur and Sylvia. Doc was sitting next to them nervously, winking the foursome to go away – but it was too late already.

“Calvin!” Lorraine gushed, jumped up from her chair, ran over to Marty Sr and hugged him tightly. Yup, she might’ve overcome her crush on him, but she still liked ‘Calvin Klein’, and who didn’t know that couldn’t say something else after seeing how close Lorraine hugged her future son. “How nice is it to see you! But I thought you were leaving town?” Suddenly spotting Marty Jr, her eyes grew wide and she exclaimed: “And how come there’s another one of you here?”

“Um, that’s my, uh, my twin brother Larty” Marty said. “Larty Klein. And the girl is his girlfriend… Jennifer, uh, Greys.” He figured the name of the sports book that had gotten them here again would provide as a nice last name… not knowing that Grey’s had started making almanacs and things like that in 1923 already. “I figured I had forgotten some things during my week-long-stay and decided to go back here and grab them, or else, um, things wouldn’t turn out fine.” That was partially true, as they had come to ‘grab’ a ‘thing’, only that ‘thing’ was Grey’s Sports Almanac, which would make world to a living hell if they didn’t make sure they’d burn it.

“Oh” Lorraine nodded, understanding. “Well, Calvin, Larty, it’s nice to meet you.” Turning to Marty Jr, she added: “It’s a bad thing you already have a girlfriend, isn’t it?” George chuckled and stood up. “Now, Lorraine,” he said, smiling, “you’re not cheating on me are you?” A passionate kiss from his girlfriend made him sure that wasn’t the case. In the meanwhile, Marty and Jennifer happily watched the McFly’s interacting, knowing how they would turn out in the future, and hoping that this would stay to be this way and not be changed because of this unexpected trip back to the fifties.

“Well, anyway” Doc said, smiling, “let’s order your drinks, kids. We got a long evening in front of us.” That was a reference to how they would, actually, tonight go to the library and look Doc’s future self up. Doc had mentioned how it would be quiet, since everyone was at the party in the Square and the library was a good half a mile away from it. Surely they would be able to get in easily now. Turning to Goldie Wilson standing at the tap, he ordered four Pepsi’s, and grabbed into his pocket. “Wait a minute, I’ll grab my wallet. I have it in the right pocket… no, in the left…”

Then, he froze, as he grabbed the letter Marty had written him two nights before, and turned around. The inventor pushed Marty into the bushes nearby, and showed him the pieces of paper. “Marty,” he said, firmly, “what on earth is the meaning of this?”

“Um” Marty said, uncertainly, “that is my letter. You remember? The one I wrote you on the night I went back in time. You stuffed it into your pockets when the lightning hit.” He paused, to add: “And if I may give you a good advice, you better tape it together and read it.”

“Read it?” smirked the inventor, looking down at the young boy’s face. “Actually read this letter, after all the damage that already has been done to the space-time continuum? Why should I be so self-centred while things have already happened to screw up time so much? First your parents not coming together as they should… well, that’ll turn out for the better if I understand you properly, but anyway… and then Biff stealing the time machine and giving himself some future book that causes history to be screwed up and indirectly causes me to be stranded in the Old West… and now you actually ask me to read this letter, to risk an even greater diverge in the space-time continuum, just because something bad is going to happen to my future self? That’s a lot to ask, Martin Seamus McFly.”

“I know, Doc” Marty said, almost crying. “But you… you can’t put the letter in the trash right now! You can’t! If you never read the letter, you will never end up in 1955, get hit by lightning, and end up being stuck in the Old West! It’ll cause one of those weird time-paradoxes you’ve been moaning about ever since we went to twenty-fifteen!”

Doc stopped short in his tracks and turned around. “Marty,” he said, “are you telling me that me being stranded in the 1880s and you being here at this event is the very result of me reading this letter?” Marty nodded. “You mean, I actually read the letter the first time around, before you ever came back?” Another nod. Doc grimaced. “Well, I guess I should do it, then. Or better, let you tell me straight out. He paused, and took a long breath. “Well, I suppose here goes nothing…”

“You will be shot, Doc” Marty started. “Shot. Killed. Murdered by some Lybian terrorists where you got the plutonium from. I bet it was the only way to get 1.21 gigawatts around that time, as that future Mr. Fusion thing wasn’t around yet, but it wasn’t very smart of you. Those Lybians showed up at your experiments, killed you, and chased me all the way around the parking lot until the DeLorean finally hit 88 and I boomed right into the past.” He smiled. “I guess that’s about it.”

“Great Scott” Doc whispered, clearly pale. “Great Scott! To think I actually got shot… well, twice in a row actually… I don’t really understand what you’re saying when you say your favourite phrase, but I think that you would call this ‘heavy’!”

“I sure do” Marty Sr nodded, smiling. “Well, Doc, anyway, thanks for listening to me. I wouldn’t have wanted that part of the mission to be screwed up all by me coming back to 1955.”

“Right” Doc nodded. “Now let’s go back to the group, and finish our drinks.” He grinned. “We got a break-in at a library to prepare ourselves for!”