Author's Note: All right, this chapter immediately screams 'different'. First of all, it takes place in 1969, not 1975, second of all, it's more about Doc than Marty, and third of all, Marty barely plays a role in here. But still, this is how I imagine Doc-A met Marty-A for the very first time - so I placed it here, and you can read it if you like. Please read and review.

Disclaimer: Save the original disclaimers! Save the original disclaimers! Running out of original things to say here! I just don't own BTTF...

3: Hell Valley

December 1, 1969
07:00 PM

Dr. Emmett Brown sighed, as he walked over the streets. In the past few years, Biff Tannen had drastically altered Hill Valley. Of course, he'd been onto that for a long time now, starting in 1958, but the first serious changes hadn't arrived until March 1967, when BiffCo Industries was founded. It's goal was eventually turning Hill Valley into a nuclear waste dump, if Doc guessed right. After all, ever since it's foundation, Biff had been buying up 40 percent of Hill Valley – with more to follow.

One of the changes, however, was drastic. On June twenty-seventh of this year, George and Lorraine McFly had agreed to sell their home to BiffCo, probably due to Biff persuading both with the amount of money they'd get from it. They had now moved into a somewhat bigger home, on the edge of town.

Doc realized, that this wasn't the way things should go. He knew, as this couple was very important to him. Almost eighteen months ago, a son had been born to George and Lorraine: Martin Seamus McFly, the youngest out of three. The inventor had known that all the time since he had first met the kid in 1955.

The scientist smiled, as he thought back of that event. Marty had approached his door on November fifth, 1955, with the story he was from the future and had to get home. Later, the task of getting George and Lorraine back together also approached. Doc would've called him crazy if not for the fact that he was actually shown his time machine.

It had taken them about a week to first get Marty's parents together and then Marty himself home, to 1985. Missing the kid had set in within an hour afterwards, and he had told himself that, in thirty years (or maybe sooner) Marty and he would be close friends. Yet, that didn't mean they were friends right now, as the kid didn't even exist yet.

The inventor then approached the McFly house, in the outskirts of Hill Valley. Just yesterday, George had invited him over for today – Doc figured the science-fiction author wanted Doc to join the 'NonBiffCo Group' they were founding. However he'd struggled a bit, he realized that actually, this was for the better if he wanted to keep the original timeline intact. First of all, it would help him meet Marty. Second of all, it would help them stop Biff's alteration of the real 1985.

Doc remembered what Marty had told him about Biff. Biff '85 was not rich, instead had a job at a company where he was the supervisor to George McFly, who was bullied around by him. Lorraine was an alcoholic, and all the nuclear waste dumps Biff had opened over the past few years were normal houses where nothing had happened to. That was a state they'd never get into anymore, not even if things started reverting back to normal right now.

The scientist realized that this wasn't the real world Marty had come from, nor had the teen himself changed things. Sure – thanks to Marty, George had become confident, and the Mall was now 'Lone Pine'. But nothing that Marty had done could've made Biff so rich, and Doc, having inspected the 'DeLorean' time vehicle himself, was absolutely certain that nothing in it could've done that, either.

Biff cheated, Doc thought. The idea was so simple, yet it was obvious. Biff had cheated with time. He'd somehow gotten his hands on the older version of the time machine, that wasn't in the process of being built like it's current version was, and had taken it back in time. He had to have disrupted the natural course of events, giving something related to sports to his younger counterpart…

Trying to press those thoughts away from himself, the inventor rang the bell. Within a few seconds, Lorraine stood at the door. "Oh, hi, Doctor Brown!" she greeted, somewhat enthusiastically. "George will be here within a few seconds." She turned around. "Georgie! Doctor Brown is here!" She turned back to Doc. "You can come in."

Doc smiled, and walked up to the living room. He then looked down the room, and saw a box standing there. A box with something inside. Intrigued, and noticing Lorraine had gone off to fetch George – who was engrossed in once another sci-fi book, no doubt – he walked over to the box, and looked inside.

The form inside wasn't that tall, but Doc knew immediately it was Marty. No doubt. The facial posture looked exactly like his future friend. "Hi, Marty" he politely told the now eighteen-month-old. "How are you doing?" The kid smiled a bit. "Woahyou?" the boy asked.

Doc laughed. "Emmett Brown" he politely said. "How are you?"

The infant didn't respond, instead went back to playing with his toys. As Doc stared at him, George then entered, a bit rushed.

"Hi, Doctor Brown" he greeted, happily. "How are you doing?"

"Good, fine" Doc said. "Where did you invite me for?" Although he had an idea, he wasn't sure why Marty's father had told him to come over.

"Well," George said, a little nervous, "I was wondering if you could maybe help me with my group. We don't have many members, yet, and well… Biff really has to be stopped. If we let this happen, Biff will soon take over the entire town of Hill Valley." He glanced down at his son. "I'd hate to see my son grow up in such an environment."

"You're absolutely right" Doc agreed. He pointed at the little boy. "So, this is Marty, right? I like him. He's a nice boy." And he will be a nice friend, he mentally added, thinking back of those good times they'd spent together, fourteen years ago. It felt like yesterday, yet so long in the past…

"Oh, he absolutely is" George said, bringing the inventor back to reality. "He's already learnt to talk a bit, too. If he didn't talk to you that much, that's excusable – he had a short pollution sickness a few weeks ago. Still hasn't quite recovered." He frowned. "Poor Marty."

"Right" Doc said. "Now, let's go back to business. You're right – I wouldn't want Marty to grow up in this environment either, and that's why we've gotta do something right now. I'll join your group, George." Funny. I'm both looking forward to the future, when Marty will become my friend, and am fearing it, as Biff will get more powerful, most likely. He shivered a bit.

"That's wonderful!" George said. "Now let's go think up plans."

"You're the one in charge, George" Doc quipped. "That part's up to you. Have you got any ideas, yet?"

Well" George said, starting to pace. "First of all, I'd like us to find a hide-out – if something was to grow wrong. Then, we'll start criticizing Biff's regime – and tell the mayor to not listen to what Biff wants, anymore. I guess lots of town citizens are bought by Biff – and they listen to what he wants, just to get money."

"People these days can be so terrible" Doc said, shivering. "I am starting to think that Biff wouldn't be above killing somebody – if it would get him what he wanted. At first, I thought of him as just a jerk – and I figured that, once he really hit it big, he would leave other people alone, as he didn't have to work for anything anymore. But no, he's started an Enterprises that will eventually ruin the whole city! Does Biff really care about what other people think, do, or suffer under his regime?" He hissed in anger, as Biff was really ruining the town for them. After all, in the fifties, Hill Valley was supposed to be 'a nice place to live', and even though it wasn't perfect, it was nowhere as bad as it was now.

"No, he doesn't" George said, equally disgusted. "That's exactly why we need to stop him." He slammed his fist to the table. "But first, we've got to get some more support. This isn't going to cut it right now. We're just the two of us, and two of my old friends – Billy, and Lester. They're a little scared to protest against Biff, but they'll manage."

"All right, that's good, then" Doc said, as he started to smile. He could understand that George's friends were scared of Biff – as Tannen was really a dangerous fellow. He had been, even before he got whatever made him so rich. The inventor winced, as he remembered how, when he was younger – around thirty, probably – Biff used to play pranks on him, by throwing things through the windows of the mansion. Biff had never been a good person in the first place.

He then started to think how those events were almost two decades ago – and he was really 49, going on 50 in a few months. It sure seemed surreal to think that he was growing old. In just another ten to eleven months, he would be halfway between 1955 and 1985. He wondered how this 1985 was going to turn out. Knowing how much power and influence Biff had, it probably wasn't going to be good. He wondered if he'd ever manage to complete his time machine.

He then smiled a little, as he realized that, whatever would happen to him, he still had friends – in young Marty, and George McFly. He realized that George and he shared a common bond in their love for science and science-fiction. He grinned broadly, as he felt confident that, whatever would happen, if he put his mind to it, he could accomplish anything, and make 1985 turn out fine. You just laugh at us, Biff Tannen, he thought, but we'll beat you. The future is whatever we make of it, and we're not going to let you ruin it. Never. He smiled, as he looked out of the window. With this group they had now formed, the future sure was going to turn out bright.