Chapter 2: New Friends and New Materials

Hill Valley

15th September 1983

4:56pm

Marty apprehensively knocked on the door of the of home of Dr. Emmett Brown and waited for an answer. The door opened, quickly and Dr. Brown appeared rather frantically. "Hi Dr. Brown." Marty muttered, uneasily.

"Oh yes, hello Marty. Come in, come in." Dr. Brown stated, opening the door fully for Marty and gesturing for him to enter. "Excuse me a minute Marty, I'm in the middle of a major breakthrough." He added and returned to a work bench, situated on the wall opposite the one where the door was. Marty took a fleeting look around , noticing how cluttered the place was. It appeared to be the one large room which boasted it could fit a kitchen, bedroom, dining room and living room in it. Scattered all around were various for blueprints, some which looked awesome and others which looked very complicated. He also noticed a dog basket and a couple of empty tins of some generic brand dog food.

"What's your dog called, Dr. Brown?" Marty asked in curiosity,

"Einstein." Dr. Brown announced to which Marty muttered an 'Of course' noting the science related name. Upon hearing the name a fluffy English sheep dog appeared from under all the clutter.

"Hey boy." Marty greeted, the dog immediately inspecting the new stranger. The scientist, meanwhile, continued his work muttering the odd curse word when something went slightly awry.

"Do you need some help, Dr. Brown?" Marty offered,

"No, it's just that, the correlation device is... the satellite!" Doc exclaimed, "I forgot about the satellite. Come on." He gestured to Marty who followed him outside. "Just like we did earlier, except I'm most likely going to be up there longer." Dr. Brown explained.

"No problem Dr. Brown, just as long as you fix my skateboard. Then we're even." Marty explained,

"Oh yes, about your skateboard, I made some minor adjustments that should improve the efficiency. Now hold this still."

"Wait a minute, what exactly have you done to my skateboard, Dr. Brown?" Marty asked, concerned,

"Not now, I'll show you later. Steady the ladder. This is going to need some repair work." Dr. Brown muttered while Marty steadied the ladded and sulked; there was nothing wrong with his old skateboard! "Damn!" Doc exclaimed and dropped the satellite on the ground below. "It's not use Marty, I'm going to have rebuild it." He explained whilst climbing down the ladder. "Now, let me show you your skateboard." Dr. Brown lead the way until they reached their destination of a second work bench Dr. Brown had. Marty sighed with relief at the sight of his skateboard; there seemed to be no attempts at adding some kind of crazy scientific things likes hovering devices or time machines, or were those things science-fiction? Marty didn't really know the difference. "Right, I've simply replaced the wheels for a material which I concocted, thus improving the skateboards efficiency, safety and life. I won't get scientific about it, just trust me. Go ahead and try it out." Dr. Brown suggested. Marty looked at the board and then back at Dr. Brown and apprehensively took the skateboard outside, then apprehensively began to ride it and upon discovering the ease of the ride, less friction as it were, Marty's apprehensiveness disappeared.

"Wow, this is awesome. Why do you call this stuff?" Marty asked, not really sure whether he wanted to know the answer, just knowing that he was impressed with the stuff.

"Deroxic-oxidised concrete or D.O.C. It's basically a softened concrete meaning the wheels are harder to break." He explained. There was a brief awkward silence until Marty broke it,

"So do you need any help with any other experiments?" Marty questioned, somewhat hopeful. It wouldn't hurt to be friends with a scientist.

"I could always use the..." Doc began and then, with a beat, had an idea, "How would you like a job?"

"That depends, what is it and how much does it pay?" Marty asked,

"Well, the work would be practically what you've done today. Assisting me in my experiments wherever you can. The pay, shall we say $20 a session." Dr. Brown proposed,

"Make it $30 and you've got a done deal." Marty bargained,

"$25 and free soda?" Doc compromised,

"Deal." Marty stated and shook Dr. Brown's hand. "When do I start?"

"Next Monday?"

"Sure, I'll see you then." Marty muttered with a smile, "Dr. Brown? What was name for the wheel material again?" Marty asked in curiosity,

"D.O.C." Dr. Brown stated, bluntly,

"Doc?" Marty murmured,

"Yeah?" Doc answered,

"No, I mean the material... I don't matter. See ya Monday... Doc."

(a/n) Thanks for reading. I decided that for Doc's nickname it would be interesting if it wasn't given because of the shortened version of doctor. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this not very long fic and please tell me what you thought by reviewing!