Monday, October 28th, 1985

9:45 A.M.

George's Cubicle

Biff came into work ready to get at George about what happened with his son the day before. This time was different. That kid never right out confronted him the way he did night, but he had heard some stories from Needles down the grapevine. Something about him being allergic to chicken.

"Hey, George." Biff said, sternly, as he stood near George's entrance.

George was taken a bit by surprise. Biff usually slackly leaned around and would 'accidentally' knock something down only to make him pick it up, so the rhythm seemed to be off. He usually started off by saying McFly. In fact, everything seemed off since Marty started acting different that one morning, so was this the new rhythm now?

"Yes, Biff?"

"Did you get my reports typed up? I gotta re-type them so I can hand em in. And I gotta talk to you about somethin else."

This was it. I can't let this go on for this long. Biff isn't going to get another inch out of me from now on. George thought.

"Look, Biff, I didn't do it."

"What do you mean you didn't do it?" Biff, already looking tense, ramped up in anger.

"Biff, you're going to have to start carrying your own weight around here. I have my own things to do, and I can't keep doing your wor-"

"Are you out of your mind, McFly? You expect me to do these reports, when you've been doing them? You got me used to you doing them, so you'll have to do em, since I dunno how to do em. This is all your fault for making me let you do them for me. What, you want me to get fired, McFly?" Biff started to articulate, as he approached, menacingly, yet clearly trying not to cause a fuss in the office, but ready to knock George's noggin.

"Biff, if you get fired tha..." George said slowly getting quieter, but also shifting away from Biff. He didn't say that last part quite loudly enough.

"If I get fired, what McFly? Speak up! Who turned the volume down on your voice?" Biff said, creepingly getting more red.

"If you get fired, that's your own fault for not knowing what to do. I can't keep helping you. You're gonna have to do it yourself." George said. He was scared yet somehow relieved simultaneously. If he died, he would know he would die with relief.

"Listen here, McFly! I am the only reason you even work here, you knucklehead!" Biff said, while grabbing George by the collar. The rest of the office saw this rustling, as they were both standing, in clear view of the floor manager, who was staring right at George's face. Biff failed to realize this, as his view was looking at a white wall. George, taking advantage of the situation, nodded at the manager, who nodded back.

"What the hell are you doing, butthead? You think you can just say that and get away with it just like that?" Biff said, while twisting his arm. Biff was red in the face and not having it. Seemed that the manure the day before really got to him.

These McFlys keep being a pain in my ass. I'll show George, and that'll send a message to Marty not to be a distracting butthe-

"That's enough, Biff." The security guard said.

"What do you mean that's enough. I'm pretty sure I'm not done yet with him." Biff said.

"Break it up. Lets go to the Manager's office and talk this out. Cool it down, Biff. You're causing a scene."

Biff noticed all the eyes in the office and calmed down.

"We were just playing, right, George?"

George looked back at Biff right in the eyes. Biff was taken back by this different kind of look George had. As though he wasn't really paying attention.

"This isn't a game, Biff. This is work, and if you can't take work seriously then we can just talk about it to the manager." The security guard firmly said.

Biff wasn't scared, but he definitely wasn't sure of what was going on. George would usually just go along, but for some reason, George had this odd look to him.

They all headed to the manager's office.

"So Biff, what in the world was going on over there." The manager said.

"We was just playin around." Biff was still trying to push with this story.

"It certainly didn't look like playing around, Biff."

"Yeah well, it's just one of those games, ok?"

"George, what do you think was going on?"

George sat there, looking out the window.

"George?" The manager repeated. Biff looked at George like he some sort of alien getting ready to get on a space ship.

"Yeah? Sorry, I just. I was looking outside." George said, snapping out of the day dream he got himself into.

"Uhm. George, I was asking, what do you think was going on?"

"Oh you mean about before? Well I was doing my work, Biff came up to me asking me to do work that wasn't mine to do, and I said no. Can I go back to my desk now? I have more thinking to do." George returned his gaze to outside.

"Sorry, George, is there something on your mind? You don't look like you want to talk about the issue at hand." The manager seemed displeased with George's behavior, but also was giving him a bit of a chance since George never really had a history of causing trouble in the office.

Biff's demeanor shifted from anger to curiosity. He never saw George as the dismissive type. Much less confrontational.

"Look, I just have a lot on my mind, is all. Can we just leave this whole thing in the past and get back to work?" George was not interested in talking about the issue, and even less, he was not interested in work. He had already finished that day's work much earlier that morning and had actually been working on his book. Thankfully, it made him look busy.

"I, uh. I guess you are right. We do need to get those reports in by tomorrow. You have already handed in yours much ahead of schedule George, thank you. Biff, you'll have to submit them by the end of the day."

"Got it, boss." Biff grunted.

"You are dismissed."

George and Biff headed back to their cubicles, without an escort.

"Mcfly, what the hell was that about, huh? You think you can screw me over like that?" Biff was trying to contain his anger, which was also being muddled with his equal amounts of confusion.

"Biff, I frankly don't care about any of this. I have more important things to worry about, and I don't feel like putting more mind than I have to on your indentured slavery."

"McFly, you've got another thing comin. And your kid Marty does, too. He made me hit a manure truck yes-"

"You leave Marty out of this. Our problem is our problem." George suddenly shifted from disinterest to defensiveness.

"Just saying, you'd better keep 2 eyes open when you go to sleep."

"It's 1 eye open, Biff. You do anything to Marty, and you'll regret those words." George suddenly got this unusual amount of confidence. Whatever it was, he felt this fire in his throat. He felt somehow that his family was worth more than he thought.

Biff just grumbled away as he tried to type his report, which he was probably going to be doing late into the night.

George felt different. Maybe it was because Lorraine had been treating him more as a person who was taking care of business and pursuing his interests. Maybe it was because his family was starting to have this unusual change. Maybe it was that talk he had with Marty. But he knew that from this day forward, he wasn't going to let things get in the way of his writing.

Author's Note

Hey so wow, lol it's been a few months. Schedule got crazy, I also ended up with a health condition. It is possible I will finally finish this in a few months. Theres at least 7 more chapters to this. Sorry for the wait.