Disclaimer: I do not own BTTF et cetera, et cetera. Nor do I own any other movies made in this time period.
Author's Note: As of December 8th 2012 (or 9th already over here) I'm back with another chapter. This one details Marty and Emmett fetching the DeLorean. I'm not really sure what else I could say about it. Well, nothing except 'please, please, please review'. It took me time to write this, you know. Anyway, I hope everyone who reads this will like the chapter. You'd better, or else... (Just kidding there)
5: Chapter Five
As the day passed, Marty found himself willing to relax his rules about when his parents should leave the house. He had to admit that their presence was very nice, and a friendship of some sorts was rapidly developing between the three of them. In the end, George and Lorraine didn't leave until the sun had already set. They accompanied Emmett and Marty to the stores in Hill Valley and the neighboring towns, where they attempted to find material with which to dig the time machine up and repair whatever problems had occurred – even though Marty admitted that it was better to wait with that until he actually knew what the problem was.
George and Lorraine also helped Marty track down the letter remnants, which, fortunately, were still in the same place. Unfortunately, Emmett all but exploded when he was showed them – and Marty couldn't really blame him, since the horse dealer-to-be had already been worried about them when they'd suddenly gone off to look for the letter. However, after a long conversation, Emmett finally reluctantly agreed to tape the letter together, which Marty insisted he'd do that very evening, after Lorraine and George had left. Emmett was, naturally, horrified at the contents of the papers, and promised to do everything he could to prevent that. Marty subsequently outlined the original sequence of the events at the mall to him, or at least those parts involving him getting shot and the conversation they had about the letter, so Emmett could replicate it as precisely as possible.
That evening, they went to bed at a reasonably sane time – relatively, that is – and as a result, they woke up at a normal time Monday morning. After breakfast, Emmett fetched the car and he and Marty went off to the Delgado Mine.
The mine was an old one, and it had since long been abandoned. In the middle of a graveyard, it wasn't visited very often. Marty remarked that it was very fortunate, because it would allow them to do their work without being interrupted by anyone. Emmett disagreed on that issue – being in a silent place like the mine made him feel a bit uncomfortable.
Even though noise was soon produced, it didn't exactly make Emmett feel comfortable. The reason for that was that the noise was produced by dynamite, not exactly the nicest material to work with. Emmett did indeed groan when he heard the blast at the entrance of the mine. "This is heavy!" he exclaimed. "Marty, you might have woken the dead with that blast!"
Marty frowned. "I doubt noise could cause that" he said. "It has never done any such thing before, and I am sure events happened in history which were much noisier than this. Like the Krakatau eruption."
"Like the what?" Emmett replied, confused.
Marty was more than willing to tell. "The Krakatau eruption. It happened, quite naturally, on the island of Krakatau, in 1883. It's location was in present-day Indonesia, then the Dutch East Indies. Anyway, an immense explosion caused the island itself to be destroyed and fly into the sky in the shape of small rocks. It created the loudest noise ever recorded in human history."
"Ah" Emmett said, not knowing anything better to say. By now, they had walked into the mine, and Marty was looking around in a rather peculiar way. "What are you looking for?" his future friend asked.
"Some kind of hint to where the time machine might be hidden" Marty replied. "I figured your future self might have made some sign, but I can't see anything just yet." He grinned. "You know, this reminds me of the time I tried going to the center of the earth."
"Of what now?" Emmett repeated, unsure whether he heard it well.
"To the center of the earth" Marty confirmed. "Like in Jules Verne's novel, 'Journey to the Center of the Earth'. I had just read it and was obsessed with the idea of travelling to the center of the planet. I entered a cave outside Hill Valley and tried going down from there. However, I hadn't even traversed ten feet yet in depth when I got my leg stuck somewhere. I was lucky somebody found me." He winced. "Of course, this was nothing compared to what I did when reading 'From the Earth to the Moon'. He shut his eyes, remembering the painful events that occurred then. "The principle was sound, but I had put too short a fuse on one of the rockets that should help me get into outer space. Of course, given that I hadn't even turned nine yet at the time, I think one mistake wasn't too bad, but still…"
"Not even nine yet?" Emmett repeated, once again uncertain whether he had really heard it or his ears were deceiving him.
Marty nodded. "Jules Verne and science were my passion" he said, his voice indicating he was lost in nostalgia. "I tried almost every experiment he described. One of the few I didn't do was trying to build the Nautilus, from Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea. Kind of odd, because that was and is my favorite book, but I guess that it was just too large a project for me to undertake. Of course, Hill Valley isn't that close to the sea, so that might have contributed, too."
"You must have driven your parents crazy" Emmett remarked.
"You have no idea" Marty said, a smile on his face. "You can't imagine how crazy they went when a well-meaning uncle and aunt gave me a chemic kit as a birthday present when I turned nine. They were probably thinking I'd use it to burn down the house. Wasn't that far from what really happened – I did make a hole in the living room floor. My parents were furious, and told me to go find some other place to experiment on. In the new timeline, they weren't that mad, but the message was the same. And so I did…" He looked up at Emmett. "And that's how I met you."
"Really?" Emmett said, intrigued at hearing information about something like this. He hadn't been expecting Marty to come through with the information, especially considering the teen's usual paranoia about future knowledge.
Marty nodded, apparently being too lost in nostalgia to remember that he really shouldn't tell. "I was depressed by the fact that my parents had forbidden me to experiment in the house. Not being able to test any theories I had drove me mad. I was really into building inventions back then. I still am now, but it's nothing compared to the initial madness." He sighed. "The fact that I couldn't do what I wanted did something that had never happened to me before – I lost my confidence. For the first time in my life, I just let down my usual self-confident mood, and gave the opening bullies needed to tease me and kick me around." He looked over at Emmett. "You can imagine my younger counterpart did not like that."
"I certainly can" Emmett said, wincing as he remembered being bullied as a youth.
"Unfortunately, I tried solving it the exact same way my father did – just caving in" Marty said. "However, events rapidly got worse and worse and at one moment, they just crossed a line with me. That was in August 1977, almost two months after my chemic kit experiment. They wanted me to scare your horses so that they'd panic and run away. At that point, you and I had already met once before. You had helped me in the supermarket when I dropped some items my maternal ancestor once removed wanted me to fetch by picking them up again. No friendship had come of it, but I knew who you were and knew you were a nice guy. I didn't want to ruin your life's work – or at least a very important part of your life – and refused. As a result, the bullies locked me up in your garage."
"How did you get out?" Emmett asked, intrigued by the tale.
"The next morning, you found me" Marty said. "My parents had informed you of what happened after they had found out through the parents of the bullies. One of them was Cliff Tannen, Biff's son, and given that Biff was my father's boss, he didn't care too much about what had happened. But the other parents did, or at least they didn't want my mom to put them on trial. They got their kids to confess, and you were informed. When you found me, all worried, I had been working on some invention after seeing the possibilities of your garage. You cleaned me and fed me, and offered me the use of your garage. I was desperate for experimenting space, so I accepted, and that was the start of our friendship."
"It's a fascinating story" Emmett said. "I'm looking forward to it happening."
Marty gasped, and smacked his forehead. "How could I forget! This hasn't happened to you yet. I should've thought of that before. Well, at least I told you the story of what happened before I went back in time. If it was after, it would have been much worse… although there are no real major differences."
"I suppose" Emmett muttered. "Did you tell this all to my older self as well?"
"Well, you lived through our first encounter, of course" Marty said. "But yes, the information about my love for Jules Verne was one of the first things I gave you. I never convinced you to read more than a few of his books, but you've been complaining regularly that I told you so much, you can name every detail from the novels as good as I can." He chuckled. "I think you were a bit overreacting with that."
"I suppose so" Emmett said, smirking – then frowning as he noticed something. "Hey, aren't we supposed to be finding something already? We're getting pretty deep in."
"I thought so too" Marty admitted. "You might have hidden the time machine deep, but I would have expected some evidence. You're not the sharpest slitting tool in the dresser component to put food eating material in, but I would have thought that it was rather clear that we weren't going to find the way to the time machine on our own."
Emmett didn't know whether to feel insulted or not, so he just nodded and continued his search. Moments later, his helmet's lamp did shine on something very peculiar. It was just some ordinary wood, but it appeared like letters were on it – the letters E, L and B! "Marty?" he called out. "I think you might want to see this."
Marty came over and was thrilled when he realized what it was. "Your initials!" he exclaimed. "Just like in 'Journey to the Center of the Earth'! That means the temporal field warping and displacement machine must be right through this wall!"
"Looks like you really did tell the story to my older self one time too many, didn't you?" Emmett said, smirking.
"I suppose so" Marty admitted. "Great Scott… let's fetch the shoves, Emmett! We've got some work to do!"
As it turned out, it was indeed quite some work to break through the wall that was made up of rocks and wood and carefully shielded the time machine from sight. After roughly ten minutes of hard work, though, Marty thought he could spot something through one of the holes between the stones. A few minutes later, it was widened enough so that one could step through it. As Marty did so, he was faced with one of the most amazing things he would ever see.
It was his time machine, the car he had converted into a time machine with his own hands – but it was much, much older. Everything about the truck told that it had been sitting in here for the seventy years it had. The tires were almost gone, and dust was sitting everywhere. As Marty tried to open the door, he found that it wouldn't budge. Annoyed, he pulled again, but only at the third try did the car gave way – and Marty found himself holding not just the door handle, but the entire door. "Great Scott!" he whispered, as he put the door down and climbed inside.
Despite its age, the car was recognizable. The flux capacitor was still fluxing, and many of the internal components didn't appear to have sustained any major damage. The seats were still okay as well, but Marty supposed that in order to be really comfortable again, he'd have some work to do. He considered trying the engine, but a look at the gas meter told him enough – it was empty. The teenager then reached out to the switch to put on the time circuits. After a brief hesitation, he pulled it over.
The time circuits came to life, and once again, Marty had to gawk. This time, though, it wasn't from how old they looked, but from the fact that they were in fact still in working order. However, the Destination Time still read January 1st 1885, and as Marty tried typing in a date, the circuitry didn't change. The teen wondered whether that was a result of the long time the car had spent in the mine, or whether this had been the damage which had trapped Emmett in the past. That was a possibility, after all. Even with 1955 technology, the time circuits would be hard to repair, and if the destination time was stuck on January 1st 1885, you couldn't travel anywhere but to that date.
"Hey, Marty?" Emmett's voice came into the truck, sounding a bit impatient. "Are you still there? What can you see?" There was a brief pause. "Is the car over there?"
Well, there was one way to answer those questions very easily, and Marty smirked as he thought of it. After giving the steering wheel a brief inspection, he activated the car horn.
It worked, and the result was a brief scream, and moments after that, Emmett came climbing through the hole, angered. "Marty, do you know how much you scared me… you found it! You really did!"
"I did" Marty said, opening the other door, this time being careful that it would not break off, and getting out. "It looks like it's in relatively good shape, with the exceptions being that there is no gas in the tank, the time circuits are malfunctioning – I think that might be the error that kept you stuck – and, well, that car door." He pointed at the item.
Emmett nodded. "I see" he muttered. "So, what do you want to do with it – the car, I mean? Take it out of here and to the garage so you can fix it?"
"That would be what I was planning" Marty said. "That's why we brought that tow truck here, isn't it?"
Emmett nodded. "Come on, let's open the hole some more so the car can get through."
Marty agreed, and walked along with his friend to the entrance/exit of the small side tunnel the car was in. He did give it one more glance, though. Somehow, finding the truck was enough to convince him that he was going to rescue older Emmett.
"You just wait and see, Emmett," Marty thought, even though he knew it was pointless as Emmett wouldn't hear it, not now nor in 1885. "I'll be there before you know it."