Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi or any of it's character's.

A/N: After watching Back to the Future one too many times, I decided to write this story purely for the fun of it. Hope you enjoy it!


It was Friday night at the Simpson-Nelson residence, and the Nelson half of the family was having a test of wills that could be heard as far as two houses down.

"I don't get why you're being so unreasonable." Emma yelled as she walked down the steps to her room.

"I'm not being unreasonable, all I'm asking is for you to help out tomorrow." Christine Nelson, aka Spike, aka Mom replied as she followed her teenage daughter down to her basement bedroom.

"I do help out around here. All I'm wanting to do is go out tonight and have some fun, like every other person my age." Emma said.

"I'm not trying to spoil your fun, but tomorrow I have to take Snake to the doctor's early in the morning. He has to see the doctor for a follow up exam so they can determine how well the chemo is working. So I'm going to need you to get up early and watch Jack for me."

"And I told you, watching Jack was no problem. What I don't understand is why that should keep me from going out with Chris tonight?" Emma asked.

"I want you to be awake and alert in the morning when Archie and I leave. I won't have time to feed Jack and I'm going to need you to prepare his bottle." Spike answered.

"You make it sound like I've never watched Jack before. That's all I do lately. That's probably why guys don't stay interested in me for very long." Emma shouted back at her.

"You can't blame us for your break-up with Sean, he seems like he has issues of his own. From what I've seen of Chris he seems like a nice young man and I think he'll understand if you tell him why you can't go out tonight. When I get back from the hospital tomorrow, you'll have the rest of the weekend to yourself and you two can go out tomorrow night." Spike tried to point out.

"That's what I'm saying, I shouldn't have to plan my life around yours." Emma screamed in disagreement."

"Well, I didn't plan on Snake getting cancer and I didn't plan on having Jack, but that's the way life is. Life just happens sometimes." Spike told her.

"But you forgot one. You didn't plan on having a kid at fourteen with a guy who wasn't going to help you and you didn't plan on it ruining your life, did you Mom." Emma yelled, trying to hurt her Mother.

"Em, I know your upset, but that wasn't called for." Spike said with tears forming in her eyes, "I know what it's like to be your age and wanting to find your own way. But I also know, from first hand experience, that part of growing up means becoming responsible and making sacrifices sometimes."

"You know what it's like? Mom, you haven't been a teenager in like 20 years. You have no idea what it's like to be me." Emma said as she turned over on her bed, facing away from her mother.

"You know, when I was your age I said almost the exact same thing to my mother. I guess it's one of those things that never changes." Spike said, as she walked back upstairs to check on Jack.

Emma just lay there on her bed with her outfit, including her jacket, still on. "She doesn't understand anything about me…" Emma muttered as she drifted off to sleep.


Emma had only intended to take a short nap, but when she felt herself being shaken back to consciousness, it felt like she had been asleep for a hundred years.

"Hey, are you okay? I think you better wake up." Emma heard a familiar voice say to her.

"Huh." Emma muttered back.

"I don't think you should be sleeping here." The voice said again. Emma recognized it as her Mom's but it sounded different for some reason.

"Mom, this is my bed. Where else am I supposed to sleep at?" Emma said with annoyance in her voice.

"Well, I don't know about where you come from, but around here it's way dangerous to sleep on a park bench at night." Emma's Mom said to her.

"A park bench, how did I get on a park bench?" Emma said as she sat up on the bench. She opened her eyes but her vision was blurry, so she struggled to get her eyes to focus.

"That's what I've been trying to figure out myself." Spike said.

Emma was awake enough to realize she was outdoors, but had no idea how she got there. As she was able to finally see her surroundings, she was shocked when she looked at her mother. Her mother had her hair done in tall blonde spikes like when she was a teenager. Spike looked like she had stepped out of one of the pictures Emma kept in her room.

"Mom, what are you doing dressed like that!" Emma exclaimed.

"Look, this is the way I always dress. And I dress like this because I like it, not so I can be made fun of by some stranger." Spike replied.

"A stranger! I'm you're daughter." Emma stated, as she looked closer at her Mom and realized something was very, very wrong.

"Are you on some kind of medication? I'm only fourteen and you look like you're older than I am." Spike replied.

"Mom, what kind of sick joke are you trying to play on me?" Emma said, feeling terrified that she couldn't make heads or tails of what was going on.

"Why do you keep calling me Mom? Although I guess I should get used to it, that's what every body's going to be calling me in about nine months anyways. My name is Christine, but you can call me Spike." Spike said as she put her gloved hand on Emma's shoulder, "It's getting cold now, you'd better get home before your parents call the police or something."

Emma was confused and cold. This had to be a dream, but everything felt too real to be a dream. Emma looked at her mother, who was now younger than her, and just started crying. She wished someone would just explain to her what in the world was going on.

"Hey, whatever it is it can't be that bad, can it?" Spike asked her.

But Emma didn't say anything back because she wasn't sure herself how bad things were going to get now. Spike just put her arm around Emma and told her that everything was going to be okay.


Next chapter: Where is Emma, or more accurately, when?