“Yeah, of course, but Doc,” Marty looked over at Jennifer. “We can’t come, at least not now, it’s my folks’ Wedding Anniversary Party tonight, we can’t miss it –“
“Marty, you’re not thinking fourth dimensionally!” Doc admonished him. “It’ll take us a few hours, but as far as 1988 is concerned we’ll be back just ten minutes after we leave.”
“Oh yeah,” Marty shook his head, even after everything, he had trouble with that.
But suddenly he thought of something…the photo frame.
He’d thought of it briefly back at the store, but he’d known Doc would never agree to it. The DeLorean and Time Train weren’t used too often and certainly not for trips only a few days into the future, Doc was adamant it was too dangerous and Marty had agreed…sort of.
But now that he was doing Doc a favour.
“Still…a couple of hours, that’ll throw our body clocks way off,” Marty began, a look of uncertainty on his face.
Doc gave him an incredulous look. “It won’t be that bad, Marty.”
“Still…I know my folks want everyone bright eyed…I don’t even have a present for ‘em.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Doc seemed rather distracted. “But I can’t really help-“ then it dawned on him. “Marty,” he began in his best ‘lecture’ tone. “You know the time machine isn’t a toy. Like I said, I’m sorry you don’t have a present for your parents –“
“But I do, the problem is Doc, it won’t be ready until Monday.”
“That’s not too long to wait.”
“Come on, Doc, Jen and I are doing you a favour, can’t you help us out? I don’t even have to be the one who gets it! I can give you the pick up slip and the cash and you can get it.”
Doc looked completely unconvinced.
“I know it doesn’t seem too much and maybe I’m being dumb, but I really want to be able to give my folks their present on the actual day. I’ve only really know my family for three years, but they’ve been a Hell of a lot better to me than my original one. I want ‘em to know I care.”
Doc sighed and ran a hand through his wild hair. “All right, all right, I’ll pick up the photo frame for you. But because you’re my friend, not because I feel guilt for throwing off your circadian rhythm.” He shook his head. “You honestly thought I’d fall for that?”
Marty shrugged and grinned. “Hey, it was worth a try…”
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Getting to the Chapel Early - 30 Years Early
Date: 2008-11-01 01:35 pm (UTC)“Marty, you’re not thinking fourth dimensionally!” Doc admonished him. “It’ll take us a few hours, but as far as 1988 is concerned we’ll be back just ten minutes after we leave.”
“Oh yeah,” Marty shook his head, even after everything, he had trouble with that.
But suddenly he thought of something…the photo frame.
He’d thought of it briefly back at the store, but he’d known Doc would never agree to it. The DeLorean and Time Train weren’t used too often and certainly not for trips only a few days into the future, Doc was adamant it was too dangerous and Marty had agreed…sort of.
But now that he was doing Doc a favour.
“Still…a couple of hours, that’ll throw our body clocks way off,” Marty began, a look of uncertainty on his face.
Doc gave him an incredulous look. “It won’t be that bad, Marty.”
“Still…I know my folks want everyone bright eyed…I don’t even have a present for ‘em.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Doc seemed rather distracted. “But I can’t really help-“ then it dawned on him. “Marty,” he began in his best ‘lecture’ tone. “You know the time machine isn’t a toy. Like I said, I’m sorry you don’t have a present for your parents –“
“But I do, the problem is Doc, it won’t be ready until Monday.”
“That’s not too long to wait.”
“Come on, Doc, Jen and I are doing you a favour, can’t you help us out? I don’t even have to be the one who gets it! I can give you the pick up slip and the cash and you can get it.”
Doc looked completely unconvinced.
“I know it doesn’t seem too much and maybe I’m being dumb, but I really want to be able to give my folks their present on the actual day. I’ve only really know my family for three years, but they’ve been a Hell of a lot better to me than my original one. I want ‘em to know I care.”
Doc sighed and ran a hand through his wild hair. “All right, all right, I’ll pick up the photo frame for you. But because you’re my friend, not because I feel guilt for throwing off your circadian rhythm.” He shook his head. “You honestly thought I’d fall for that?”
Marty shrugged and grinned. “Hey, it was worth a try…”