June 12, 1968
The call came just as Marty had finished clearing the dishes off of the table. He had two plates stack on top of each other, with two glasses balancing precariously on top.
"Do you want me to get that?" his wife called from the other room.
He carefully placed the dishes down beside the sink as he responded, "No! I've got it!" Marty wasn't sure whether this was a moment that should make him happy, or one that he should be fearing. He reached the phone in the living room and picked it up, deciding just settling on a neutral emotion would be best. "Hello?"
"Marty?" an all too familiar voice replied. George McFly's voice was just dripping with excitement.
"Hey George," he said, leaning on the wall and finally allowing a grin to spread across his face. "What's up?" Even though he already knew the answer to his own question, George wouldn't know that he knew. No one else was supposed to know that he knew.
"It's Lorraine!" replied the man. "She had the baby! It was only about an hour ago, and she wanted me to tell you first! Hopefully you're not busy doing anything - we wanted you to come down and see him!"
Marty grinned to himself even more. "Really George, that's great! I'll be there soon, okay?"
"Okay," George responded. "I guess that I'll see you in a bit."
"Right. See you in a bit. Goodbye."
"Bye Marty," the man responded before the line went dead. He let out a soft laugh before replacing the receiver to the cradle it came from. He continued into the kitchen where he saw a cake sitting on the table. His wife must have pulled it out while he had been on the phone.
"What did George want?" she questioned as she turned the tap on, beginning to fill the sink with water.
"Their son was born today," the man responded, still grinning. His wife's eyes widened slightly. "See, I told you."
She chuckled softly before nodding her head in agreement. "That you did," she agreed. "So, what are you doing? Are you going to see him?"
"I should, shouldn't I?"
She let out a soft sigh before walking over to her husband and linking her hands behind his neck. "But Marty," she moaned. "It's your birthday! I baked a cake and everything!"
"The cake will have to wait," he shrugged, tipping his head slightly to look at his wife. "I really think I should go see there baby."
All traces of joking disappeared from his wife's face and her look turned solemn. "Is it okay to see him? I mean, remember what Doctor Brown said. It could cause a lot of, er, problems."
Marty waved his hand, as if completely casting aside the idea. "That was only speculation on Doc's part. He can't really say for certain what will happen. I think that if he doesn't know who I am, then there should be no problems. Besides, I might as well try. I'll have to see him at some point, unless you'd rather we moved away."
She considered Marty's point before nodding her head. "I guess you're right," she whispered. "Just be careful, okay? If you feel like anything bad might happen, then leave. Fair enough?"
"Fair enough," he responded, planting a quick kiss on her lips. "I'll probably be back in an hour," he began, stepping out of her arms and hurrying to grab his shoes. "We'll have the cake then!"
"Marty," she called out, stopping him in his tracks, the door hanging partially open. He looked at her, waiting for her to continue. "Just in case something does, um, happen," she murmured, "Just know that I love you, okay?"
"I know," he responded with a quick grin. "I love you too." She looked at the grin and smiled. Marty let out a soft chuckle before hurrying out of the house towards the car in the driveway. He hopped into the driver's seat and started the car up. It came to life instantly and her guided it out of the driveway.
Sometimes it seemed like only yesterday he was living in the 1980s. It had been, what, over ten years since he had learned of his horrible fate. Obviously, Marty had come to terms with it since then. That wasn't to say that he didn't miss the 80s, though. There were still days when he wondered what it would be like to be this age now, living in the 1990s, most likely married to Jennifer.
That wasn't to say he was dissatisfied with his wife. No, he loved her, he truly did. It was just, the thirty year old often wondered how life would be different if he had never gone back in time - if he was married to Jennifer. Would they have any kids yet? He and his wife weren't really expecting children. Having them probably wasn't the best, since Marty wasn't even supposed to be in this time. As Doc had said, it could cause many problems with the space time continuum, brining to life people who had previously not existed.
The man eased the car down the street, heading towards Hill Valley's only hospital. It was out on Doc's end of town, so it wasn't really that far from Marty's home. As he drove, he couldn't help but think about his wife's words. About Doc's time travel theories. What if seeing himself as a child did do something to rupture the space time continuum. Marty knew that Doc was someone that often overreacted, but what if he was spot on with this prediction.
The thirty year old breathed out softly and shook his head. He had to stop thinking that way. Sooner or later he'd have to meet himself. Her just hoped that as his younger self grew up, Lorraine and George wouldn't make the connection between their appearances. That could cause some problems, not necessarily for the space time continuum, but for their relationship.
Marty reached the hospital about five minutes after leaving his house and pulled into the first available parking space he could find. He hopped out of his car and hurried into the big white building. The receptionist at the front desk greeted him with a large smile.
"Hello sir," she said, still smiling widely. Marty had to assume that it was a requirement of her job, since her brown eyes didn't portray the same look of joy as her lips did. "Are you here to visit or is a medical emergency occurring?"
"Visiting," Marty said, leaning on the counter. "I'm here to see Lorraine McFly."
"Yes yes," the woman said, nodding and shuffling a few papers around. "And why is Ms. McFly in the hospital?"
"She just had a baby," Marty replied. The woman smiled as she pulled some papers out of her stack.
"Ah yes, congratulations for her. You're here to see the baby I presume?" Before Marty could answer, the woman continued to speak. "The McFlys are in room 36. Down that hallway." She pointed to Marty's left and the man nodded. "Have a good day now!" she said, waving the man away. Marty blinked at her then turned to his left.
He was filled with an air of confidence as he walked towards the room his future (or was it past?) parents were in. Doc had to be wrong. His wife had to be wrong. Nothing bad would happen. No one knew who he was. The baby was too young to even comprehend anything, so there was no way he would be able to sense that he would be able to tell that he was being held by himself.
The numbers increased the further Marty walked. He had just passed room 29. A smile was planted on his face, and no matter what he could do it just wouldn't go away. He was proud for Lorraine and George. They had become his friends over the years, a much better relationship then the one they'd had back in 1985, and he knew how happy they'd be to have this new addition to their family.
The thirty year old stopped as he reached room 36. He sucked in a deep breath, feeling his confidence falter. What if he was just deluding himself into thinking that the Doc was wrong? What if what he was about to do would ruin everything - not only his life but the lives of everyone in the whole world. Marty shook the thoughts out of his head. He had to do this. He reached up and knocked softly on the door. The knob twisted open a few moments later and Marty took a small step back.
"Marty!" George said, standing in the doorway and grinning broadly. His dark hair looked like it hadn't been combed or slicked back at all. It was a strange look on the man but Marty tried not to think too much of his father's hair.
"George!" he said, patting the man on the back. "How's Lorraine? How's the baby?"
"Lorraine's fine!" he replied, stepping aside to allow Marty into the room. "So's the baby!" Marty stepped inside and saw his mother laying in the hospital bed, the one day old version of himself curled up in her arms.
"Wow," he muttered, taking a step forward. It felt unreal. He was standing there, beside George, but he was also in Lorraine's arms. He could feel his head swimming for a moment so he leaned on the wall. He could do this. No matter how strange it might be, he would have to get used to it. He could only hope the dizziness would soon pass.
"Isn't he just beautiful?" Lorraine asked, looking up from the baby to smile at Marty.
"Yeah," Marty said, swallowing hard and pushing himself to stand without support again. The dizziness was quickly disappearing, a good sign. "So where are the other kids? With your parents?"
"Yes," George answered, nodding his head. "We left them with Sam and Stella. Didn't want them making a mess around here. You know how much energy Dave has."
Marty laughed and nodded. He'd seen the little boy running around on the lawn all the time, and he could recall some early memories of Dave, always being hyper.
"So Marty," Lorraine said, speaking up again, "Do you want to come over here and see the little guy?" Marty hesitated for a moment before making his way over to the hospital bed. He seated himself in the chair beside the bed and watched Lorraine.
"What did you name him?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Well," George said, rubbing the back of his neck, "Speaking of that….. We had a question to ask you."
"Well, how would you feel about being named our son's godfather?"
Marty's eyes widened. He hadn't been expecting that at all. "I'm- I'm-" he sputtered, trying to get a hold of things. Who had been his godfather before he meddled? Hadn't it been Uncle Toby? Marty wasn't positive. "I'd love to," he finally spit out, grinning from ear to ear.
"Wonderful," Lorraine said, reaching over with a free hand to squeeze Marty's leg. "We named him after you, you know," she said. "Since he was born on your birthday and all. It seemed only fitting."
"And it's also a family name," George piped up. "My great-grandfather was named Martin and he had a brother named Seamus. That's this little guys middle name."
"Martin Seamus McFly," Marty muttered, grinning. It was good to say his name again - his true and full name. "I think it sounds great."
"Do you want to hold him?" Lorraine asked. "He is your godson and we did ask you to drive all the way here."
"Oh it was no trouble," he said, waving off the idea.
"No trouble," she muttered, her eyes narrowing. "It's your birthday! I'm sure you had something planned." Marty shrugged his shoulders and Lorraine rolled her eyes. "Just hold him, okay?"
Marty let out a soft sigh and nodded his head. This was the moment of truth, really. He'd be looking directly at himself, touching himself, feeling himself breathe. If the world didn't start unravelling then they'd be safe. He rose from the chair and leaned over the hospital bed. Lorraine lifted her arms up slightly and Marty slid his hands underneath the baby blanket. "I've got him," he told his mother, cradling the baby in his arms. He stepped back to the chair and took a seat.
So far so good. There seemed to be no signs that the world was ending, no signs that the fabrics holding the space time continuum together were slowly unravelling. Really, all Marty could think about was the little child in his arms. The baby's eyes were closed but he was still awake. Marty could tell from the baby's breathing. It wasn't deep enough to be sleep.
It was an amazing feeling. Marty couldn't quite tell if it was merely the fact that he was holding a newborn child in his arms, something he'd never done before, or if it was because what he was holding in his arms was him. It was him exactly thirty years ago, when he'd been born. Things had been different though, when that version of him had been born in that timeline. Lorraine still drank and smoke. Their marriage was still strained. They weren't happy and George wasn't as successful was he was now. It had all been different.
It was amazing how the two timelines could intertwine with each other. Here he was, reliving a day over again with a completely different outcome. All because he had meddled with his parents meeting. Because he had taken that stupid time machine back, everything was different. No day would be the exact same as he could recall it from what Marty now considered his 'past life'. Everything would be changed.
"Hey little guy," he said, looking down on himself. Baby Marty had yet to resemble Thirty Year Old Marty, except for perhaps the nose. They had the same nose. He looked up at Lorraine and George, the latter of which had moved to perch on the side of the bed, who were both staring at him with warmth in their eyes and smiles on their faces. "Welcome to good old 1968."
A/N: I'm not as happy with this as I'd like to be (nor am I happy with how long it took me to update) but this will have to do for now! I'll probably go through and edit it sooner or later to hopefully improve it, but this is what I have right now! Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed! :)