Author's Note: Here's the final chapter. Update to the list in 'Potential Future Stories' tomorrow. Please enjoy although it's short.

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12: Epilogue

Monday, June 9th, 1992

Hill Valley, California

2: 28 P. M.

Marty McFly smiled, as today was his twenty-fourth birthday. He was looking very much forward to two-thirty PM, which was only two minutes away. After all, that was the time Doc would arrive – as well as Susan, and their kids – three-year-old Jules, and two-year-old Verne. Marty smiled, as he realized that Jules would be going to school soon – or at least to kindergarten. Doc's kids really were growing up.

He then sighed happily, as he thought back of the past months. Doc had really managed to make up with him – and they'd become friends again. Marty had done as he'd promised, and sold the Courthouse back to the Mayor for the low price of just fifty thousand dollars, a hundred and twenty thousand lower than what he'd bought it for. He had just managed to have a tenth of his property sold in April, but he hadn't been able to do anything else.

He was now happier with Jennifer, who'd been worried as well, all the time, about Marty's strained relationship. Although he'd had to burn the almanac, Marty figured that he was happier than he ever could've imagined, before Doc and he made up again. Life was improving for him, and he realized that there was more to life, than just money. Happiness and nice friends were also great. He grinned broadly, as he was happy that Doc had really made up with him. Jules and Verne were really nice kids, as well – and Marty had even babysat them, a few times. He wasn't really a fan of babysitting, but he'd do what he could to help his friend. He'd closed MMFE, but he'd offered to support Doc, by donating money to his bank account that would give him food and abilities to build some of his inventions. The inventor had promised Marty that he would pick up the works on hover-conversion again, sometime next year – perhaps in August, he could start actually building things, and experimenting with hovering and flying. Marty had already offered to buy Doc a lab, once the time had come that he'd need one.

Doc had, in the meanwhile, continued to build his time machine – as he realized that maybe it wasn't that bad after all. He'd just finished it last Saturday, and they had tested it together at Lone Pine Mall. Luckily, this time there weren't any Libyan terrorists – as Doc had accidentally forgotten to destroy part of the Mr. Fusion, and he'd managed to make it work, again – however it now required three times as much trash to get the necessary 1.21 gigawatt's.

Marty then smiled, as the door bell rang. He walked over to the door, and saw Doc and Susan. Doc had his right hand behind his back. He wondered why, though he didn't really care that much. "Hi!" he called out. "It's nice to see you! Come in!"

"Nice to see you too, Marty" Doc said, cheerfully. "But we won't come in just yet." He then showed his right hand, which was holding the alpha-rhythm generator. Before Marty could do anything, Doc pressed the button. Within seconds, Marty fell to the ground, knocked out.

The inventor smiled. "Everything is going as planned" he said, then turning to Susan, who was also smiling. "I'll load Marty in the DeLorean, and you go calm the boys down." He stared at Jules and Verne, who all had their eyes wide open. "And then, I'll go off onto my journey. I've got a mission to accomplish."

Wednesday, June 9th, 2032

9: 02 P. M.

Marty McFly blinked, as he opened his eyes. Where was he? He didn't recognize these surroundings, at all. "Mom?" he asked, a bit unsure, then realizing how stupid that was – he didn't live at home anymore. "Jennifer?"

"Just relax, now" a female voice told him. "You've been asleep for about six-and-a-half hours now, almost seven."

"I dreamt…" Marty said, realizing he couldn't recall what he dreamt. "I dreamt I was… celebrating my birthday…"

"It is your birthday today" the woman said. "June ninth, right?"

"Yeah…" Marty said, relaxing.

"See?" the woman said, obviously smiling. "Everything's fine, now. You're safe and sound now, back on June 9th. Oh, and congratulations with your sixty-fourth birthday."

Marty's eyes popped open and he sat up. "64th birthday? Argh!" He now saw the woman standing there, confused, and Doc Brown next to her.

"Um… could you excuse us for a moment?" Doc asked the woman. The woman nodded, and left the room. Doc then headed over to Marty. "Hi, Marty, how are you?"

"Fine" Marty muttered. "Am I really on June ninth of… 2032?" He stared outside, and saw flying cars flying past the place he was in – it looked like a hospital. "Where am I? Why am I here?"

"You're at Hill Valley General Hospital, and you're here for your birthday present" Doc told him, smiling.

"Birthday present?" Marty asked, confused. "I don't see a present…"

"Look at your right hand, kid."

The twenty-four-year-old did so – and his mouth fell open wide. Every trace of the accident that he had seven years ago was completely gone, as if it had never been there. He moved his fingers, and found that they moved without pain. It didn't even itch. He stared up at the inventor. "How…"

"2030s technology" Doc said. "It took me a while to explain your youthful look, but it was all worth it in the end." He smiled, and shook Marty's hand. "Happy birthday, Marty."

Marty smiled, still not able to believe his hand was okay again, and that he could actually become the rock star he wanted and do normal daily things again without pain. He then hugged Doc again. "Thanks, Doc" he said, smiling. "You really are a friend."

Doc grinned. "Thanks, kid" he said. "You're a good friend, too – and you deserve it. Now, shall we go back to the car – and to 1992? You still have a birthday party to attend."

Marty nodded, and as they walked back to the car, Marty looked at his hand one more time, smiling. After seven years of living with it, he wouldn't have thought it would ever be fixed. But here it was. Doc, he said, my younger self was wrong about all the things he said about you. You truly are my best friend.