I don't own any of the characters, and the plot part of this story surrounds is the original Part Two script before it was edited: when Marty and the Doc go to 1967. If you want more background on the events in the story, visit this website: http(double dot double slash)www(dot)bttf(dot)com(/)scripts(/)Number_Two(dot)pdf.

Another thing I wanted to mention is the effects the drug has on Marty, it's more like ecstasy, but for the sake of the story, I've made it as LSD, and the effects of the visions make him react that way. Marty and Doc's slash relationship in this story is a way I figured that might be the most realistic considering the characters and the circumstances, and it's not really a proper relationship... You'll have to read to figure out what I mean. Thank you for reading. Let's begin.

PART ONE

Marty McFly definitely knew that he was alive and that he existence in time and space - even if it was in 1955.

As far as reflections went, Marty thought, he might as well start somewhere and 1955 seemed a pretty safe bet.

After ripping out a page from the phone book, he discovered Doctor Emmett Brown’s old house in 1955, the Brown manor, and although it took some convincing, the Doc of ’55 soon realized that Marty was not playing a prank after explaining the reason behind the ugly purple bruise on his forehead.

Upon playing back his video from 1985 of the Doc’s Time Machine experiment in the Doc’s luxurious and well-kept living room, he rewound the tape and when the white-haired scientist spoke on screen, the Doc of 1955 yelled and shouted in amazement.

‘1.21 jigowatts!’

Marty hadn’t had much time to think about the differences between the Doc of 1955 and of 1985, but as he caught up with the Doc who was now sitting in a comfortable chair looking so wearisome and silence fell between them, Marty McFly wondered about his mentor’s life in 1955.

He couldn’t help it. He always knew the Doc’s life was lonely (except for Einstein, of course) but he never realized it extended so far back – thirty years back!

‘I’m sorry, Marty! But I’m afraid you’re stuck here!’

Marty was pulled back down from la-la land with an unpleasant crunch.

‘Whoa, whoa, Doc! Stop right there. I can’t be stuck here! I have a life back in 1985! I’ve got a girl!’

Jennifer, Marty’s girlfriend for the past year, would be horrified if he disappeared one night, last seen being chased by terrorists, terrorists which shot –

‘Is she pretty?’

Marty’s face screwed up in agony at the thought that he may never see Jennifer again, but then he thought of the Doc, and if he got back, he would never see the Doc again. He stared into those big, brown eyes; filled with a hidden compassion, reserved for the Marty he would meet later in the future; one who wasn’t so enigmatic.

‘Oh, Doc, she’s beautiful,’ Marty breathed and he searched in his pockets for the flier Jennifer had written her number on. He unfolded it and held it towards the Doc who looked less than interested. ‘She’s crazy about me.’

Marty pulled the paper away, feeling disappointed. He wouldn’t really be stuck in 1955 would he?

‘I’m sorry, Marty, but the only way to generate 1.21 jigowatts is through a bolt of lightning!’

Hold up, Doc! Marty thought hurriedly and he held up the paper.

‘What?’

‘A bolt of lightning! Unfortunately you never know when or where it’s gonna strike!’

Marty’s heart filled with triumph and hope as he shoved the piece of paper into the Doc’s face, the letters “Save The Clock Tower” written in a large, black font. He waited impatiently as the Doc read the paper, and when his eyes widened and he sat up in his seat, Marty knew he was saved.

‘This is it!’

The plan had been arranged quite efficiently, and the plan was ready to roll on the night of November 12. Marty felt a terrible sadness for the Doc as he stood in the roaring wind, under the crisp night sky, and they said goodbye.

‘You know, kid, I... well, I’m gonna be sad to see you go. You’ve really made a difference in my life – you’ve given me something to shoot for. Just knowing that I’m gonna live to see 1985... that I’ll succeed in this... that I’ll get a chance to travel through time... well, it’s just gonna be hard for me to wait 30 years before we can talk about everything that’s happened in the past few days. I’m gonna really miss you.’

This time when Marty looked into the Doc’s brown eyes, they were filled with the heart-warming glow he had learnt to know all too well in 1985. He was incredibly sad that this would be the last time he was ever going to see it. He wished he could spend more time with him, get to know him more – all of a sudden thousands of questions popped into his head, but he knew couldn’t ask any of them.

So Marty wrote a letter to the Doc, explaining the night of the terrorist attack and his wishes for the Doc to protect himself. But when the Doc pulled the letter out of his coat after the dance, as Marty had feared, he wouldn’t accept it and tore it to shreds.

‘Nooo!’ Torn in two, torn in eight, tiny little pieces. ‘I refuse to accept the responsibility!’

Marty felt at that moment he would rather have the Doc live over Jennifer and as that thought struck him, he told himself he was grieving over the Doc’s death, that’d he’d do anything for it to change, another told him that it was because he had known the Doc for so much longer than Jennifer and friends stayed together a lot longer than relationships, but all his thoughts became a jumble and confusing mess – he had to get back to 1985!

When he returned to 1985, after a great sigh of relief that the DeLorean had done its job, as he hopped back in, he was severely disappointed. The engine stalled. But as he saw the Libyans’ blue van, he figured screw the DeLorean and sprinted all the way to Twin Pines Mall (now Lone Pine Mall).

Marty felt an excruciating pain in his chest as he watched Doc Brown’s form fall to the ground and his 1985 counter-part scream and drive away in the DeLorean. Once the Time Machine disappeared in a great flash of bright electric blue light, he deemed it safe and rolled down the hill, proceeding to run towards the fallen scientist, who lay face down against the wet ash felt.

Einstein sat nearby as Marty turned Doc Brown over, tears in his eyes, his throat filling with grief.

‘Doc, no...’

And then the Doc sat up, and Marty turned and stared and gaped in amazement and confusion.

‘You’re alive...’

The Doc looked bewildered for a moment and he pulled open his white radiation suit revealing a –

‘A bullet-proof vest?’ Marty said in low voice. ‘But how? I never got a chance to tell you...’

The Doc pulled a piece of shiny paper out of his coat. It was Marty’s letter from 1955! It had been taped together and underneath Marty’s sudden joy that his best friend was alive, he couldn’t help but question the Doc’s motives.

‘What about all that stuff you told me about messing up the future, the space-time continuum?’

The Doc shrugged and gave him a reserved grin.

‘Well, I figured, what the hell.’

Marty wanted to throw his arms around the Doc and with his eyes stained with tears and his voice nearly shattering, he had no hope of expressing his gratitude, so he settled with a small smile.

Meanwhile, back in 1967, Marty wondered if the Doc would ever talk to him again...