Title: Gift for Meg 2006

Author: tarotgal

Fandom: Back to the Future (end of II, beginning of III)

Rating: G

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or their world. This is fanfiction and I'm just playing for fun, not making any money.

Summary: Just a quick little fill-in-the blanks for events that take place at the beginning of the third movie

Notes: Written for Meg as a holiday gift. Enjoy!

 

 

Gift for Meg 2006

            Marty looked at him imploringly now. If there was anyone who could save the Doc, it was the Doc. "I know, but I'm back. I'm back from the future!"

 

            Doc Brown's eyes grew wide as he stared off into nothingness, understanding what that meant. "Great Scott!" Then, just as Marty was about to make some headway and launch into an explanation, the Doc immediately fainted right then and there on the cold street.

 

            Marty bent over him, still dripping wet from the rainstorm he'd been caught in. He slapped Doc Brown's cheeks and called the man's name, but it was no good.

 

            As the rain caught up with him in this part of town, Marty knew they couldn't just stay there. The rain was busy putting out the flaming trails from the tires that the De Lorean had left after traveling back to the future. And Marty was busy pulling the Doc over to the backseat of the car. Shivering, Marty wanted nothing more than to get out of the rain now, but he knew he had to do a bit of cleanup first. The last thing they needed was to have people poking about and inquiring after their "weather experiment".

 

            He paused briefly to look up at the clock tower, at the clock which had just stopped working a few minutes ago, thanks to a strong bolt of lightning. There was a gentle prickle in his nose, and he simultaneously shivered and sneezed. Rubbing his nose with his wet sleeve, Marty nodded at the clock appreciatively. Then he threw Doc Brown's equipment into the trunk of the car.

 

            The occasional raindrops turned into light sprinkles, which quickly turned into a downpour, as he drove back to the Brown manor house. The windshield wipers were going full blast, and the headlights did little to pierce through the darkness. Shivering and still dripping, Marty located the little box on the dashboard that heated the car, and switched it on. It took a minute or two to start filling the cabin of the car with welcome heat. But it also began fogging up all the windows. Marty looked around but the car had nothing in the way of a defrost setting. So he wiped a spot on the windshield with his sleeve and turned off the heater for the remainder of the drive.

 

            It was worse to have had the heat for a while and now do without. His teeth chattered and that tickle in his nose came back with a vengeance of its own. "IHHHTchuhh! IHHChoo!" Marty shook as much with the sneezes as with the cold, and he sped up a little to get back to the house faster. There was no one else stupid enough to drive in these conditions, and he found the house with no problem, even though it felt like ages since he'd last been there.

 

            Marty put the car in park in the driveway. Then sat, blowing warm breaths into his cupped hands and then rubbing his hands together as he gathered his strength. Apart from being wet, cold, and a little bit sneezy, he was also dead tired. Three time periods in just a few days would be enough to tire anyone out. "hah-huh... hah-IHHChihh!" Marty sniffed hard and then took a deep breath before getting out of the car.

 

            He managed, with some difficulty, to pull a still unconscious Doc Brown out of the car and get the man on his shoulder. He carried the man all the way up to the house, incredibly glad to find the door unlocked when he got there. After depositing the Doc on the couch, Marty stood in the living room, shivering and dripping. A puddle began forming at his feet, and Marty stripped off his black jacket while he shook his head to rid it of a few more drops.

 

            Maybe if he'd managed to actually go up to the mountains with Jennifer he would know a thing or two about making fires. As it was, it took him a good twenty minutes and a whole box of matches to get a flame going in the fireplace. But once he got it, he kept the fire going and fed it enough to sustain it well.

 

            "hihh-IHChoo! Sniff! ihhh..." He waited for this one, a fist held up over his mouth and beneath his face. "ihh-HIHChuhhh!" And the fire certainly hadn't come too soon. He was chilled, but couldn't come down with a cold now. He didn't have time for a cold now.

 

            Marty searched around for a piece of wire or string, and found some twine. He strung it up between the holder for the fireplace tools and the matching brass holder of the firewood. He knelt down in front of the fire, rubbing his hands up and down his arms, barely kept warm by his short-sleeved shirt. The warmth was soothing and for the first time in days, he felt like he could afford to relax a little.

 

            He stripped off his shoes and socks, setting them before the fire. And he did the same for Doc's socks, shoes and trench coat, hanging it by the fireplace to dry. When he got his own jacket to do the same, he remembered the letter. Marty's nose was prickling again, and he rubbed it into his shoulder as he pulled the letter out of the inner pocket of his jacket. It wouldn't hurt to give it one more read now that he was out of the rain. "ihhh... hihhh..." Marty rubbed his nose harder into his shoulder, then rubbed his fist at it, until the tickle died down.

 

            The letter was still legible, thankfully, but so soggy Marty worried that he might tear the thick paper if he tried to read it. Carefully, he draped it over the line he'd strung up so it would dry, as well. "hahhhCHIHH!" He sneezed again, and coughed, shaking his head. There wasn't anything more he could do tonight except for take it easy and hope he felt better when he woke up.

 

            He made it as far as the red armchair by the fire before collapsing into it. The moment he sat down and propped his bare feet up on his hoverboard, he began falling asleep. Marty was completely out in less than a minute.