Author's note: This is my first fanfic, so please leave a review. Also, if you want to know who the main antagonist is, looks for the letters that are capitalized, but are'nt supposed to be. Enjoy!

It started out as a normal day. Marty McFly, a high school senior living in the year 1985 was having breakfast with his improved family after he traveled back in time with a DeLorean to save his parents' marriage. They heard a loud crash. The front door opened, revealing an old man with sky blue hair, a matching shirt, a white lab coat, and an angry look on his face.

"Marty, let's go." He said. Marty's father George McFly stood up.

"Now look, I don't know who you are, but you need to-" The man pulled out a freeze-ray and shot George. Marty stood up.

"Alright, I'll go with you, as long as you unfreeze my father," Marty said as the old man shot George as they left.

"Leave," George finished, "Hey, where's Marty?" he asked.

Meanwhile, the man led Marty to a spaceship looking car. There was a boy, who was no older than thirteen, inside the car. The boy had a yellow shirt, jeans, and white shoes. Marty noticed that the boy looked a lot like himself. The old man pushed him into the car, and then stepped inside the driver's seat.

"Listen, I don't know where I am, but I want an explanation," Marty said. The old man reached for a flask in his pocket.

"Will you shut the hell up?" The man said before he took a sip from the flask. "Morty, can you make him shut up?"

"Okay Rick," the boy, Morty, replied. Morty took a dust-busting device and raised it above his head.

"Not that, you asshole, something that's not important, not the portal gun, Morty. Get something that won't matter to me in the next ten years, Morty." Rick scolded.

"Sorry," Morty reached for a bottle and smacked Marty on the head, knocking him out.

"Good job, Morty." Rick said as he reached for the Portal Gun and shot it into a brick wall.

When Marty came too, he was strapped into a chair with both hands tied behind his back. Marty struggled until he saw another body. It was his friend, "Doc" Emmett Brown.

"Marty!" He yelled, "Help me!"

"I'm on it Doc!" he said as he scooted his chair over to Doc so he could untie him. Doc was free, and released Marty.

"Marty, I don't know why and I don't know how but those two stole the DeLorean. We need to find it!" They started running from what seemed to be an exit, but were stopped by Rick.

"I tied you up for a reason you know, so you wouldn't escape." Rick said. "Well, you must have been smarter than I anticipated, sit down you two." They refused to sit down, seeing as they were tied up last time. Rick understood and told them all the information they needed. "My name is Rick Sanchez, that boy you saw is my *belch* grandson, Morty Smith. I really don't want to *belch* say this but, we need your help. On one of our adventures, Morty and I unleashed an evil that can destroy all universes and timelines. Oh, and by the way, I already know both of you, Marty McFly and Emmett Brown. Anyways, Morty and I have seen some things, like aliens, alternate timelines, ultramen, and aBout anything else you can think of, but this is beyond comprehension." He stuck out his hand to Marty, "Will you help us?"