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Author's Note: This deals with the clock tower scene from Old Marty's point of view. Hope you like. Oh, and it's written by EmmettMcFly55.

Nostalgia About The Present

November 12, 1955
09:54 PM PDT

A small hover-car quietly descends down in the direction of Hill Valley Courthouse Square. It isn't exactly the best weather for flying, but the driver – that's me – doesn't care. I have, in my long life, seen a lot of storms and I know that if I am careful, I shouldn't be harmed. Then again – I also know enough to be careful, because one single lightning strike, just about a minute or two before, brought me in this place now.

I, Clint Calvin Eastwood, or Martin Seamus McFly as I was once known, a long time ago, or in fact thirty years in the future – ah, memories… land my car a few yards away from the Courthouse. As I exit, I am immediately greeted by a person who isn't in the best of all moods.

"Doc!" Emmett exclaims, desperately. The 35-year-old shakes his head, obviously angry at my behaviour. "Doc, you of all persons should know that you shouldn't be here tonight! You know what's going on here after all – your seventy-year-younger self could be here any minute now!" He glances at his watch, which just clicks to 9:55, and begins pacing through the street, worried. Ah, that's familiar. "He's on the late side already, though" Emmett mutters. "We made an appointment at 9:45! What if he's late and misses the lightning so you won't exist? That would result in a major paradox!"

I can't help but grin. "Relax, Emmett, I know" I assure him as he raises an eyebrow at my grin. "I know that I'm supposed to be careful, and I shall be so." I pause for a moment, trying to think of the right words. "It's just – I've been waiting seventy years for today to arrive. Don't you think that I could at least have a look?" A smirk then crosses my face, as I think back of what happened in the original world. "And don't worry about the other me – I'll show up all right."

"You mean, you remember what happens?" Emmett says, one eye on the clock and one eye on me.

"No one should know too much about his own destiny, Emmett" I say, silently loving it to be able to lecture him for once. "Just wait."

Emmett nods, mutters a little about 'stupid destiny' and 'stupid young Doc' – with which he means my younger self, of course, as he still knows me as the 'Doc Eastwood' from his youth – and moves back to the front. I walk in the direction of the street out of Hill Valley, pass the DeLorean and give it a loving pat on the stainless steel, and move into the shadows, pressing myself against the side of Lou's Cyber Coffee Shoppe. I hesitate – should I go in, or should I stay here? I don't know. If my other self sees me, though, we might be in trouble. Neither original me or the me that shows up later knows who I am, and I'd like to keep it that way. To be certain, I move back into a small alley on the side of Lou's. From there, I should be inconspicuous to my second self on the other side of the street, and to my first self.

I'm not given more time to think, as moments later, a familiar Packard screeches into the street. It comes to a halt about ten yards away from me. Young me 1 comes out, and races towards Emmett.

"You're late!" Emmett shouts. "Don't you have any concept of time?" I smirk as the familiar dialogue unfolds in front of me all naturally.

"Hey c'mon, I had to change, do you think I'm going back in that, that zoot suit?" Young me 1 exclaims. "The old man really came through, it worked!"

"What?" Emmett asks.

"He lied out Biff in one punch!" Young me 1 exclaims, as I smirk about this familiar event. "I never knew he had it in him! He never stood up to Biff in his life before!" That was true – even in this weird world, the younger version of my Dad never managed to confront Biff, even after Jules and Sean tried to help him.

As Emmett fakes to be surprised, I can't help but be off in thoughts. It's so weird to watch this for the third time in a row – well, I didn't get to see this the second time and I lived it the first time, but still. It's November 12th, 1955 – for the third time in my life.

I then turn to watch again, as younger me 1 and Emmett are setting the destination time. I hear my other self complain about having to leave this highly advanced world, and smirk. Now that's something that I never said in the original world. I wonder what'll happen in 1985. Doc has probably peeked ahead, but never bothered to tell me. Why…

"Hey."

I can just suppress a scream as I turn around to face the unexpected visitor. Behind me, I now face Christopher Lloyd Brown – or, in fact, Emmett Lathrop Brown – his wife, Clara, and my wife, Claudia Wells Eastwood, or Jennifer Jane Parker. I smile. "Wasn't expecting you to show up tonight."

"I came because I knew you'd come" Doc says, smirking. "Couldn't suppress the urge to see your own past, right?"

"I guess not" I admit, putting an arm around my wife. Doc, Clara, Jennifer and I glance down the street to see what's happening there. It's not a pretty sight. Obviously, Emmett has found my letter and is tearing it up, while younger me 1 is desperately trying to stop him. I look at Doc with a scolding look on my face.

The inventor simply shrugs. "I didn't know back then" he muttered. "But I admit that I greatly regret putting you through all that back then. It's been fifty years, but I remember that event clearly."

Jennifer – Claudia, I mean – looks up in the meantime. "You know, that lightning storm sure is getting heavy" she mutters. "I mean, I wouldn't look weird if it actually would-"

And with that, lightning strikes a nearby tree. Claudia lets out a shriek, which is luckily covered up by Emmett's cry of "Great Scott!" I smirk as Emmett has a brief conversation with my younger self before running up to the Courthouse and disappearing inside.

"You're sure having a bad time there, Emmett" Clara mutters. "This is just so golly. I can't believe what you actually went through, for your best friend."

Doc blushes. "It wasn't much" he says. "I just had to do it. I knew that Marty depended on me to get home."

"It wasn't much?" I repeat. "Doc, you could've gotten yourself killed!"

Doc looks at me a bit funny. "You know, isn't it rather strange that, judging our age differences, you're still calling me 'Doc'?"

I shrug. "I know, I'm about a year older than you now" I say. "Still, it would be weird to call you otherwise. And I have to distinguish you from your other self."

"You could call me 'Chris' and the other me 'Emmett'" Doc suggests.

"I suppose" I admit. "Still, I prefer it this way."

Our conversation is the stopped as Emmett arrives at the top. Clearly manoeuvring as well as he can, he moves forwards, frightened at where he is.

"Emmett" Clara whispers, the tone of her voice saying what she's thinking.

Doc smiles at her. "I'm here right now, sweetie" he says. "It's not me up there – well, it is, but it's not me from now."

I watch as my younger self attaches the cable to the rope and Emmett pulls it up. After finishing, I can clearly hear my younger self's loud voice shout through the winds.

"DOC!"

"Huh?"

"I have to tell you about the future!"

Another 'huh' follows. Emmett is clearly getting deaf – even I can hear it, from this distance, and I'm fifty-two years Emmett's senior. Then again, I've been rejuvenated while Emmett isn't, and I know what I'm saying. Boy, that last part sounds funny.

"I have to tell you about the future!" My younger self insists. And finally, Emmett appears to hear and reaches down to listen.

"On the night, I go back, you get-"

Noise fills the Square as the clock chimes ten and Emmett is torn between holding onto the clock or holding onto his ears. Clara shrieks again, but I move closer. Boy, why can't I see this better…

Suddenly, I find myself holding a new type of binoculars, which were supposed to be invented in the early 2010s but were invented in '34 here. I look at Doc, who shrugs, as he's handing the others those binoculars also. I smirk. It wouldn't be like Doc to come unprepared. At least this binocular is to scale. Then again, that's because it's the real thing.

I concentrate on what I'm seeing and glance at the clock tower. Emmett is gesturing for me to go. Moments later, I do so, and the DeLorean races away from the scene. I look after my departing self for a few moments, then concentrate on Emmett.

Emmett is still climbing along as he's trying to reach the other cable. A bit of the ledge falls down, making it even harder for my friend as he tries to reach the other thing. It's an on-going scene, and I look as careful as I can. He moves on and on as time slowly passes. It's been 10.01 for some time now, and according to my watch, 10.02 is coming close.

Emmett must realise that too, as he reaches out once more, and almost grabs a hold of the cable. And then it happens, as the ledge under his feet breaks loose and falls down.

My blood stops running for a moment – or at least it seems that way – as I can't help but look at my best friend fall. I realise that, while Emmett saved himself in the original timeline, what if we altered things too much? I try to squeeze Doc's hand but find it ice cold as apparently, he has realised the same thing.

Then, I am filled with relief as Doc grabs the clock's minute hand and the cable hangs onto his pants. I sigh, feeling relief overcome me. I doubt that Doc would like to experience that again. A "Great Scott" from my right proves me correct.

"Emmett, you could've been killed!" Clara exclaims, shocked.

"I had to do something" Doc mutters. "I wanted to get Marty into safety."

I blush at the honour. "Thanks" I whisper, somewhat shy.

"You're welcome."

Emmett, in the meantime, has resumed trying to grab the cable. After a few misses, he finally manages to get a hold on it as the clock has turned to 10.02. There's just two minutes to go. I watch as Emmett tries to connect the cables, but the fallen branch is stopping him. He tries to pull and pull as hard as he can, but he keeps failing. I feel sorry for him, and wish that I could help him. However, that unfortunately is impossible.

As Emmett pulls another time, though, he suddenly does manage to connect the cables. I gasp, as I look below to see that the cable is un-plugged. Emmett sees the same, and screams.

"Great Scott" I whisper, certain that my chances of returning to the future are doomed. I prepare for erasure. This is so heavy… what could I have possibly done to cause this?

Doc senses my uncomfortable feelings, and puts an arm on my shoulder. "Relax" he says. "You will get home. I promise."

"But how?" I ask. "I mean, that cable can't be plugged in anymore! Look at the time!" To illustrate my point, the clock in the clock tower turns to 10.03. As I glance down the road, I can vaguely see younger me 1 appearing in the distance, the DeLorean gunned straight towards the cables.

Then, suddenly, I hear quick footsteps nearing. I duck back to see younger me 2 appear, in the familiar black jacket. He stops for a moment to park the hoverboard behind the corner, then goes on. As he rushes past, not noticing any of us, I can see the letter that Doc wrote me sticking out of his pocket. Younger me 2 hides in the shadows as best as he can, looking up to Emmett.

Emmett has, in the meantime, finished connecting the cables. Holding onto a circle piece of cable, he slips down the wires to the ground.

"Emmett" Clara whispers, eyes opened wide and dumb-founded at the scene. I, however, remember – and look at younger me 2, who's having the same reaction as Clara. "This is heavy" he – I – groans, just staring up.

Emmett manages to get back onto his feet, and races over to the cable, which he rapidly gets away from the branch. He races over to the lamp pole as younger me 1 races up to the cables above the street and my watch races up to the amazing 10.04.

Then, the clock turns to the fatal moment that we've been waiting for. Just a moment later, it is stopped forever as lightning comes down and strikes it in the most amazing moment I've ever seen. Electricity races down the cables which Emmett has just managed to get together in time. Younger me 1 reaches them and the DeLorean vanishes into the future. On the opposite side of the road I can see my other self watching with amazement, and then withdrawing back a few yards as Emmett stumbles back to his feet.

His expression is one of a person who is clearly amazed. Overjoyed, he runs down the road. "YAAH!"

Doc blushes. "This was the most exciting experience in my life" he points out.

"I can believe that" Clara whispers.

"You bet" Claudia mutters. "That was awesome. I've never seen anything that fantastic before."

I smile. "Glad you enjoyed it."

At the same time, our attention is drawn back to the road, where younger me 2 runs up to Emmett. "Doc! Doc! Doc!"

Emmett turns – and freaks out. "Argh! A GHOST! A GHOST!" Even though I've told him the story – years ago – freaking out isn't so hard. This is definitely a weird experience for him, too, and he's just seen the other me go back.

"Relax Doc, it's me, it's me it's Marty!" younger me 2 calls out.

As Emmett insists that it can't be, I smile at Claudia. This most certainly is a strange scene.

"I know you just sent me back to the future, but I'm back, I'm back from the future!" younger me 2 then insists. I watch as the exhaustion of the day catches up to my best friend and he collapses, and my younger self starts trying to wake him up.

"Come on" I then mutter. "Let's get out of here before he sees us."

"That's right" Doc says. "We wouldn't want to raise questions, or make him think that I'm the version of me that he's just lost."

"Exactly" I confirm.

As we then walk back to the car, I can't help but smile. Tonight certainly was a memorable night. I can't help but have nostalgia.

Nostalgia about the present.