Hey, look. It's me again. And I have a new fic. Again. Oh, alright. Stop the moaning! And take that cursor away from the 'back' button! ...Thank you.

First of all, I'm sad to announce that "Back to the Past" probably won't be finished. I had a lot of fun with it at start, but after the bliss was over, I was stuck with a fic which basically was without a plot. It´s sad, I know. So, stop the cheering, will you?

Now, back to the fic: I still haven't seen the second or the third movie, but I just had to write this. I got the idea after reading the transcripts for the movies... and I started thinking: What if Marty hadn't been conscious enough to fake a name in BttFIII? What if he'd told them that he was "Martin McFly"? And the idea grew.

I hope you enjoy (and even if you don't, I have two more chapters written. So, you're not getting rid of me anytime soon. ;)) and I'm sorry for any (or all) my mistakes.

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Mistaken Identity

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Chapter One – One McFly to Another

Seamus squinted down at the man who had, all so suddenly, crashed into his fence. "Maggie!" he called. "Fetch some water, we've got a hurt man, here!" He continued to squint down at the man. Somehow he seemed familiar, like he ought to know who he was. Seamus rubbed his eyes; maybe he should have gotten his eyes checked...

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The first thing Marty noticed when he started to regain consciousness was that his head was throbbing. A lot.

A groan emitted from his mouth. "Mo-mom?"

"There, there now, you've been asleep for nearly six hours now," someone said. It was obvious a female, but it definitely wasn't his mother... the voice was different. An accent - Irish, perhaps? - was evident in her voice.

"I had this horrible nightmare," he mumbled, not really caring who he was talking to. "It was terrible. I dreamed I was being chased by Indians. And a bear."

"Well, you're safe and sound, here now at the farm..."

His eyes shot open. "Farm?" he exclaimed, shooting up from the bed he currently was occupying.

"Easy there, sir," she said, gently pushing him back into bed. "And what might your name be?"

Marty stared at her. "Mar-Martin McFly..." he stammered.

The woman paled visibly, even in the dim light. Her eyes flickered between the shelf above the bed and him. She ran out, biting her lip as she went. "Seamus!" she called.

Marty blinked. What the heck just happened? He stared after her, dumbfounded. Maybe he should follow her... He slowly climbed out of bed, ignoring his aching body. He limped outside, groaning at every step he took. "Maybe I should have stayed in bed..." he grunted.

"Aye, you should have!" the woman's voice came from behind him.

Marty spun around and noticed that the woman wasn't alone. A mid-aged man walked beside her, looking - if anything - like he couldn't decide if he should be getting his hopes up or not. Marty shrugged, giving the approaching woman a sheepish smile.

The man beside her gasped as he came closer. "Ma-Martin?"

"Uh, yeah?"

The man gripped his shoulders as if he wanted to reassure himself that Marty actually was there. That it actually wasn't an illusion. The man squinted at him. "Aye, Martin..." he whispered before hugging him closely.

Marty stiffened. What on earth was going on, here? Had the world gone mad? He was just about to try to break free when a loud sob interrupted him. His eyes widened. Was the man crying? He blinked. "Uh, erm..."

The man released him quickly. "Sorry, Martin..." He cleared his throat, wiping his eyes quickly. "You look just like I remembered you... Haven' aged a day... I've missed you."

Marty blinked. "I've, err, missed you too?" he said, a bit awkwardly as he studied the man closer. The woman had called after a 'Seamus'... Then suddenly it clicked: Seamus. Seamus McFly. It had to be. "Seamus?" he asked a bit tentatively.

The man beamed. "Aye! You recognize me."

"Uh, shouldn't I?"

Seamus paused. "It's been fifteen years..."

Marty thought back, trying to remember if Seamus McFly had some younger relative; an younger nephew or someone else named Martin. "Fifteen years? Since what?"

"You don't remember?" Seamus paled slightly.

"Uh, well... My memory is a bit hazy..."

"It's fifteen years since-" He gulped. "Since you died."

Marty's eyes widened and he could feel his mouth form an 'o'. "What?"

Seamus sighed. "Aye, you died fifteen years ago in Virginia City. A knife through yer belly. Died almost instantly..."

Marty paled and he felt slightly nauseous. "Uh, yeah... that sounds a bit familiar."

"But now," Seamus started, smiling widely, "God has given ye back to us, bless him!" He embraced Marty quickly. "Now, I want ye to meet me wife; Maggie McFly." He waved towards the woman.

"Uh, hi. Nice to meet you." He, albeit awkwardly, offered his hand to her.

She shook it appreciatively. "Aye, nice to meet you too, Mr. Martin." She smiled.

Seamus grinned. "We met a year after your death an' married two years after tha'."

Marty nodded.

"So, tell me, Mr. Martin, how come you're with us?"

"Uh." He paused. "You see... I'm... I'm... supposed to watch a man down here. God's afraid he might die too early; so he, err, sent me to protect him."

Maggie nodded slowly. "And what's this man's name?"

"Err, Emmett Brown?"

"The blacksmith?"

"Yeah, him, I think..."

Seamus looked a bit disappointed. "But after you've finished this mission, will ye be able to stay?"

Marty avoided his eyes. "Uh... Maybe."

"Either way, you're here now." He smiled. "You have to meet William. Your nephew: The first McFly to be born in America." He gently leaded him back inside the small cabin.

"So, tell me Mr. Martin..." Maggie started. "How come you're dressed in that very... interesting costume?"

"Uh, let's just say that the guy who sent me has a really weird sense of humor."

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