Just a note before reading on: This fic is a sequel to my story Back To The Future Part IV by flicker404. If you have not read that one, then this story will probably not make any sense. This story includes a lot of events that took place in both the movies and in the sequel I wrote. By the way, I own everything that has to do with BTTF! (Just kidding, you get the point)

Back To The Future

PartV

Prologue

Monday, December 31st, 1941

7:13 PM

Marty McFly found himself pinned between a steam train and a Delorean going eighty some miles per hour towards another train headed straight for them on a level stretch of railroad track.

The teenager tried his hardest peel his eyes away from the oncoming train that spelled certain disaster for both he and the Brown family. At last, he turned his gaze long enough to remember why he was hanging off the back of a Delorean in the first place.

The plutonium core! It had dropped from the Delorean and onto the snowplow of Doc's mighty steam-powered time machine. Now Marty's hand was inches away from the precious energy source. Just a little further…

TOOT! TOOT! The oncoming freight train whistled it's warning again. Marty leaned forward once more and grabbed the core.

"Gotcha!" The core was his! Now it needed to be loaded into the reactor in a very short amount of time or else, well, Marty didn't even want to think about it.

Marty climbed back onto the Delorean and reached for the reactor's fuming opening. The core was almost in place.

TOOT! TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT! Now it seemed the poor engineers in the freight train were getting serious. They were obviously signaling to Doc that he needed to slow down.

Marty did his best to ignore the noise and the countryside rushing rapidly by him. He finally stretched his hand a far as it could go.

SLUMP! The core dropped into the reactor with a satisfying sound. Marty quickly closed the hatch and climbed out onto the roof.

Oh boy. That train was really getting close. Marty fought through the warp field that the Delorean's flux capacitor was generating and climbed down into the cockpit.

"I did it, Doc!" he shouted into the walkie-talkie, "We did it! Now let's get back to the future!"

"I couldn't agree with you more, Marty!" came Doc's voice. By now, the warp field surrounded both the train and the Delorean and the train. Marty looked ahead to see the opposing freight locomotive charging at them.

"I can't look!" Marty said as he covered his eyes.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! A flash of brilliant light filled the sky as the Delorean and the trailing locomotive disappeared into the night, leaving only a trail of fire and a very surprised freight train crew behind.

- - - - -

Marty bid farewell to the Brown family and quietly drove home. After parking in the garage, Marty yawned and for the first time felt tired. Yeah, sleep would work wonders right now.

The obnoxious sound of Marty's alarm clock was the next thing he heard. He woke up and pressed the snooze button. He figured he was good for another five minutes.

Not quite.

"Dad! Dad!" It was Linda's annoying voice shrieking through the house. Marty rolled lazily out of bed and looked through his bedroom window. His sister was outside, hysterical about something. Marty could here his father yell "I'm coming!" as he raced out of the room as well.

By now, the entire McFly family was outside in the driveway. Even Dave, Marty's once-lazy brother had woken up to see what the racket was.

Linda wouldn't cam down. "Who's car is this? I don't know this car!"

"Linda, relax." George said, "Marty, do you know about this car?"

"Yeah, Dad." Marty said when he realized they were talking about the Delorean, "I uh traded the truck in."

"But why, Marty?" said his other, Lorraine, "You loved that truck."

"I know, I just thought it was time for something new. Doc Brown gave me a good deal on it."

Dave and Linda both wore dumb expressions. Lorraine just stared almost apprehensively at the strange Delorean. Even George, the science-fiction guru and avid Star Wars fan didn't know what on earth to make of it.

"Well," Lorraine said finally, "I hope you thanked Mr. Brown. That was very nice of him to find you this, uh, car."

"It's a Delorean. And don't worry, Mom." Marty said, gazing up at the sky, "I think he knows."

"Well, you'd better get washed up for breakfast," Lorraine rattled off, "And make sure you wear that sweater I bought you. Grandpa Ronnie is coming over for breakfast this morning."

Marty nearly had a heart attack, "Grandpa Ronnie?" her said hoarsely.

"Well yes, Marty." Lorraine said, "Grandpa Ronnie always comes over for breakfast on Sundays. He was so excited to hear George got his book published." With that, Marty's mother meandered off to the kitchen to prepare the morning's meal.

Marty waited for the rest of the McFLy's to head indoors before he turned to retire. His mind was still on Doc and what he could be doing, or when he could be doing. It was hard to tell. Doc was a pretty creative guy and probably was off taking his tour of the world with Clara and the boys right by his side. He also felt a sense of kinship to Doc. It wasn't everyday someone gave you a Delorean as a going away present.

Yep. Today turned out all right. Marty was glad for that.

"Marty!" came the hollering voice of an old man. Who the heck was that?

"Marty, wait!" Was it…? No, It couldn't be.

"Marty!" By now the speaker had rounded a tree and was coming at Marty dressed in some sort of astronaut flight suit.

"Marty!" the figure screamed some more. Now it was obvious.

"Doc?" Marty said incredulously, "You're back already?"

"Marty, you've got to help me!" Doc said.

"With what? We just got back!"

"I'm not talking about 1941, Marty. It's the future! Something terrible has happened! I mean, something terrible will happen!"

"When, Doc?"

"2035!"

"Oh man. This is heavy."