Disclaimer: In SmartMarty language: I do not possess legal ownership of the "Return to the times that have yet to come from the world's current perspective" cinema projections.

Author's Note: Another chapter, at last. The final 'evening of the 12th' scene, which is really about time by now as in the movies none of this is covered. Of course, none of this happened in the movies, but never mind that. This chapter features Lorraine twice as much as it does George, but part of that is because there is some new text I wrote recently in a scene that was already Marty/Lorraine anyway (in a 'features those characters' way, not a 'features that pairing' way, although that also briefly appears) and I couldn't really insert George in there. Now, my apologies for not posting for so long (it's September 7th now and it was July 25th last time) but no, I can't guarantee it won't happen again, and it probably will because I'm getting more busy and too lazy to convert any of the story I've got to postable material (and a bit too nervous as well - part of the reason I'm holding out is that the story will be harder to edit once online) so sorry for that as well. Now, I think it's about time you get to read the story, so I'll just conclude by wishing you all a happy Marty Returns From 1885 Day, and encourage you to read and review!

3: Chapter Three

The fire was already running, and the addition of the sports book proved to be not much of a problem. The three teens watched as the future book was reduced to ashes. "Well, I guess that's it" George muttered.

Lorraine nodded and looked at the window, trying to distract herself from the book. She whistled. "Marty, look at the weather outside" she said. "George was exaggerating earlier on, I think, but I have to admit that it is a quite fascinating storm."

Marty nodded, walking over to her and the window. "Yes, it is" he said. "In the future, the Hill Valley lightning storm will become famous for that. Part of that will be because it stopped the clock tower, but…" He shrugged. "Well, that wasn't the only source of its fame."

"It's ironic, isn't it?" George said, speaking quietly so he wouldn't have to miss much of the noise of the storm. "To think that this storm helped you get back… and it also helped you get stuck here again."

"That's indeed an intriguing turn of events" Marty said. "It's not as serious this time, though. Unlike the previous time I was trapped here, I now have a safe way back home. Of course, it is stored in the Delgado Mine which I can't access at the moment, not without sufficient supplies to gain access, but at least with this time machine, the problem should be minor."

"What problem?" George said.

"The problem Emmett's inevitably gotten himself in" Marty said, smirking a little. "He hasn't returned to 1955 yet, so the only way to explain that is that he either trapped himself in 1885 by having an accident with the temporal field warping and displacement machine when accelerating up to 88, or the lightning bolt damaged something that makes him incapable of returning home. Considering that Emmett isn't a technician, the problem capable of making him be stuck here doesn't have to be all that sizeable." He paused, suddenly thinking of something. "But… what if it was?" The teen suddenly rose up and began to pace through the room "Great Scott, what if something is really wrong? Something I can't repair because the 1955 technology is not advanced enough or something that concerns part of the future additions I made that I don't know about because I only managed to install them with help of future manuals? If that were true…"

"Marty, relax" Lorraine said, standing up and putting an arm around his shoulders. "I'm sure everything will be fine. "Don't fret until you know for sure that something has happened. No sense in mulling over what ifs."

Marty gave her a wry smile, and sighed again. "I know, I know" he muttered. "That's what I tell myself whenever this happens. But what if it is serious? What if I can't fix it? Then we'll be trapped, both of us! And worst of all, we'd be seventy years apart!" He sank down in the unoccupied couch and sent a glance towards Emmett, who was still blissfully unaware of what was going on. "You heard me read that letter. You heard how much he was counting on me being able to send him back. I… I just can't stand the idea of having let him down. We're not talking about just anybody here, after all. He's my best companion, Lorraine."

"I understand" his young mother replied. "But you shouldn't worry just yet. Save that for later. It's not like you don't have other things to do."

Marty smiled slightly. "I suppose you are correct" he muttered. "Waking Emmett comes first." He stared over to the still unconscious younger version of his friend. "Tell me, what is your opinion – should I empty a glass of water above his face? Granted, the rain didn't appear to help, but I could always try."

Lorraine and George snickered. "I don't think he would like that very much, Marty" George pointed out. "I know I don't like having water poured over me, and that's when I am awake. When I'd be asleep like Mr. Brown, I would despise it."

"I suppose" Marty muttered, shrugging. "I can't think of any other sufficient way to return him to consciousness, though. I think I've tried everything except the drastic methods – water and smelling salts."

"Well, the fact that you're still trying at all sounds kind of pointless to me" Lorraine said. "I know you want to wake him to tell him what happened, but you only need his home as a place to stay, right? You can tell him that tomorrow. Even if you managed to wake him now, it's still time to go to sleep, so he wouldn't be awake for long. Why not wait until the morning when you're both rested and ready to work on whatever you want to work on?"

Marty frowned. It was indeed getting late – according to the clock, it was already 10:50 P.M. "I suppose that you do have a point" he admitted. "It is rather late. Almost time to go to bed under normal circumstances." He frowned. "Won't your parents wonder where you are?"

"They might, I guess" George said.

"My father would probably just complain about it rather than be worried," Lorraine said, darkly, "but yeah, my mom would worry, unless we telephone her." She frowned, looking at the window. "It is still pouring rain outside, though. Walking home in this weather is not a particularly pleasant thought."

Marty nodded, allowing a faint smile to appear on his face. "I see" he said. "And I suppose that you were thinking that maybe you could stay the night here?"

The look on Lorraine's face made it clear that she had, in fact, been thinking that, but she didn't admit it, instead taking the suggestion as if it was an idea that hadn't occurred to her yet. "Well, if you would allow us…"


Both Lorraine and George were taken aback by Marty's bluntness. Where shy George did not question Marty's motives, Lorraine stood up, clearly angry. "So, you're suggesting that we walk home in the rain and thunder."

"I am" Marty said, his face not showing a hint of emotion. "You were never supposed to be here in the first place. Maybe a critical phase in your relationship will develop in your parents' home. I cannot risk having you stay here and make that event not occur."

"That's just silly, Marty, and you know it" Lorraine replied. She walked up to him. "If anything, won't having us stay here and see, well, the product of our relationship… direct evidence from the future that we're going to marry… help us bond even more?"

"Well, that's hardly certain" Marty replied. "We must proceed as close to the original timeline as possible. My very presence here is a bad thing, but it can't be helped, not now. Your presence here is something that can easily be helped by having you go home right now. I remember from my new set of memories that you always told us that you went back to your house with George and he stayed the night, so it's not like he will have to walk all the way home."

"We'll still have to walk part of the way there" Lorraine said, getting more annoyed with Marty's behavior. "That's not very pleasant, I'm sure of that. And besides, my parents will ask questions if we walked all the way to our home in this weather but we propose that George should just stay the night because of it, while his home is closer to ours than this mansion is."

"You'll just have to explain it to your parents" Marty insisted. "It just can't be helped. The space-time continuum…"

"It's all about the space-time continuum with you, isn't it?" Lorraine exclaimed. "You just don't think about things that other people worry about – no, as long as the universe is safe, you could care less about the rest! You can't do this to us!"

"And just why couldn't I?" Marty challenged her.

"Because we're… we're… we're your parents!"

All three of them looked shocked at the sudden reminder. Marty's calm state began to show some cracks. "Not yet" he said. "You might become my parental figures one day, but my conception has not happened yet and as a result I'm not related to you yet."

"Oh no?" Lorraine said, grinning as she now had the satisfaction of seeing Marty backed into a corner, both literally and figurative. "I seem to recall you having concerns about fading away earlier tonight. If we weren't your parents yet, that concern wouldn't be there." She smiled at him, folding her arms. "Just face it, Marty. We're your parents and as a result we have authority over you. I order you to let us stay here."

"I'm almost eighteen years old" Marty retorted. "I don't have to obey my parents, especially if they're my age."

"We're still slightly older than you are" Lorraine returned. "And technically, you're minus thirteen." She sighed. "Besides, it won't end well for your younger self if you throw us out now. The living room incident, for instance… well, I might just change my mind about that."

For a moment, Marty just stared at her. Then, he chuckled. "You're smarter than I gave you credit for" he said. "That's cheating, you know."

"I know" Lorraine said, smirking. "What are you going to do about it?"

Marty knew he'd lost. Yet, he tried one more time to convince his young mother. "I can't let you stay" he insisted. "It's Emmett's house. I am in no position to decide about what happens to it and who he wants to stay the night."

"Neither is he" Lorraine pointed out. "He's still unconscious, isn't he?" She looked into his eyes. "Marty, I want you to let us stay here."

"Or else?" Marty challenged her. Perhaps, if it really got down to it, she'd back down from her earlier threat…

She didn't – in fact, she raised a new one. "Or else I'll kiss you again" Lorraine replied, smiling. "In a passionate, romantic way."

Marty frowned, looking past Lorraine to George, who was reading a TV guide. "I'm not sure whether my father would like that very much."

"He doesn't have to dislike it or like it" Lorraine said. "As long as you let us stay, everything is fine and I'm not kissing you."

Marty actually pondered it for a few seconds, but finally caved in. "All right, all right, you can stay the night. But on one guarantee."

"And that is?" Lorraine wanted to know.

"That you're out of here by noon tomorrow and don't come over again unless I ask you" Marty said. "No offence, and it's not like I don't like you two – in fact, I've gained a new appreciation for you during my stay in this time period. But I just don't want you straying off your original course too much. It's bad enough that I have to let Emmett do so."

Lorraine nodded. "I suppose that would be fine" she said. "We can't expect too much of you, I suppose. We'll have to be satisfied with the fact that we will see you again… in about thirteen years."

Marty smirked. "In about thirteen years" he agreed. "And it is a good thing you're here, anyway. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been there to help me carry Emmett home."

"Knowing your stubbornness, I'm sure you would have found a way" Lorraine replied, smirking. "It might have taken you a while, though. But at least it would have saved you the near heart attack you got when I spoke up to you."

"Hey, I was startled" Marty said, defensively. "It just slipped my mind that you would have been around. Looking back, I should have known that you were there, of course – after all, that's how you found… Great Scott!"

"Great Scott what?" Lorraine said, frowning.

"The letter" Marty whispered, pale. "Great Scott, I can't believe I almost forgot it! You found the letter I'd written to Emmett about his death that he had torn up… long story… scattering around on the streets after the lightning strike, and convinced him to read it. If he doesn't read it, he'll die on the night of the first experiment, creating a massive paradox!"

"Marty, calm down!" Lorraine said. "I'm sure we can solve the matter. Now, what's this about Emmett dying?"

"In order to gain access to fuel for the time vehicle, consisting out of trash, I did a job as a garbage collector, keeping some of the trash" Marty explained. "Unfortunately, around the same time, a microchip was stolen from a government base and hidden in a trash bag. Since I had, uh, borrowed some trash, I was naturally suspect. So, when a bunch of overenthusiastic police officers showed up, we got into an argument and they tried to kill me. Emmett jumped in front of me and got killed instead. Subsequently, I fled with the time vehicle and ended up in 1955."

"That's awful" Lorraine whispered.

"I know" Marty agreed. "Last week, I tried to convince Emmett that I needed to inform him about the future, but he didn't listen. I finally wrote him the letter, but he tore it up and threw it away – that was last night. You found it and convinced him to read it, thus saving Emmett's life. Granted, at the moment that I found out Emmett was alive, I was about to take the time machine back to try to save him anyway, but nevertheless that's an alteration of the continuum. Not to mention the fact that this letter is now out there somewhere." He paced around nervously. "I can't let anyone find it. I must collect it. Right now."

"Marty, please!" Lorraine shouted. "It's pouring rain, and the storm is everywhere! Who says you'll even find the letter?"

"I have to" Marty stubbornly countered. "If someone found it…"

"There's no one mad enough to go out in this weather" Lorraine stated. "And yes, we did, but we're an exception. You needed to get home, Emmett needed to help you, and we knew about the spectacle that was going on and wanted to watch… and besides, it wasn't yet raining then. Perhaps the rain will even soak the letter, rendering it unreadable."

"Perhaps" Marty admitted. "But I still think I should go and search for it. If not now, then tomorrow."

"I don't think there's a problem with that – or at least, I would hope the rain has passed over by tomorrow. But we will help you, Marty, whether you like it or not." Lorraine extended her hand. "Deal?"

Marty sighed, well aware that genius or not, he had no way to convince a stubborn Lorraine Baines. "Deal" he replied, shaking her hand. "But you'd better be a very good help."

"I can't believe I forgot that!" George then exclaimed, disrupting their conversation. Marty looked at his father. "What's the matter?"

"Science Fiction Theater is on" George said, excitedly. "Or at least, it will be in five minutes. I can't believe that slipped my mind!"

"I thought Science Fiction Theater was at an earlier time?" Marty said, walking over to the couch.

"It is, but this is a different broadcast" George explained. "Come on, you have to see this! Especially after you made me miss the earlier program!"

Marty and Lorraine exchanged glances, then nodded. "All right" Marty said. "Let's watch the show."

And so, after crisps and drinks had been gathered from the mansion's kitchen and phone calls were made to explain absence, the McFly family sat down for a good old Saturday evening family bonding time.