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crossover_chickFigured I'd give you a Backie post as you're my main Backie friend these days. And as a result, I bring you BTTF fic! BTTF: The Game fic to be precise. Based off a silly idea I had ages ago when the Game first came out. I hope you enjoy it!
"Marty!"
It was a good thing he'd intended to drop that beer can into Mr. Fusion. Marty forced himself to turn around and look nonchalant. George was standing by the fence, regarding him and his new outfit (courtesy of Jennifer helping him raid a local thrift store) with curious interest. "Where you been, son? And what are you doing in that get-up?"
Damn it, why didn't I move the DeLorean so I could be sure of getting away unseen? I was just about to leave a note. . .think, McFly, think! "Um -- didn't I tell you? I got the lead in the school play!" he blurted. Oh, yeah, smooth, as if your parents don't know you're always with your band or Jennifer or Doc -- when he's in the right time period -- after school. Still, said it, gotta run with it. "We're doing, uh. . ."
"Grapes of Wrath?" George suggested with an amused little grin.
Perfect. His own father was mocking him. "Right!" Marty agreed, trying to sound bright.
"Oh, Steinbeck! Who are you playing?"
Damn it, why couldn't Dad just let him off the hook? "Um -- uh--"
Fortunately, George relented before he said something stupid like "Gilbert Grape." "Never mind -- you don't have to explain. I'm sure whatever it is you're up to, you know what you're doing." He pointed at Marty's face. "Right?"
Marty wanted to come back with a solid, confident, full-force "yes," but. . . "I hope so," he admitted. He didn't have a lot to go on, after all. But he did know that Doc was in trouble. And he was going to let his best friend down.
George put a paternal hand on his shoulder. "Hey, sometimes you gotta go out on a limb for the ones you love, right?" He sighed, eyes dropping to the ground briefly. "I wish my dad had understood that." Then he raised them again, staring seriously at Marty. "You won't stay away too long?"
Something about the way he said that. . .Marty frowned at his father. He was taking all of this way too calmly. From the DeLorean's sudden reappearance to his youngest son heading out on a mystery trip. And 'go out on a limb for the ones you love?' How the hell was he supposed to infer from the old-timey clothes that Marty was going to look for Doc? Unless. . .it was a crazy thought, but. . . "Hopin' to be back before I left, actually."
And there it was. The slightest flicker of surprise in George's eyes. Then he laughed. "Okay, son, I'll tell your mother--"
"You know!"
The surprise was rather more than a flicker this time. "Uh -- know what?"
"Don't play dumb, Dad," Marty said, folding his arms. "You're acting like you expected this to happen."
George hesitated. "I -- actually, I expected Doc to burst into the middle of the sale demanding to know what was going on," he confessed, rubbing the back of his head. "When the car showed up with only Einstein, I figured something must be up and you'd probably be off to take care of it soon." Noting Marty's stunned look, he added, "It's not like that thing is quiet, you know! Half of Lyon Estates saw you take off into the sky! Admittedly, I think most people just think Doc built a flying car prototype, but then -- well, most people didn't see their son come back from said trip mysteriously in a cowboy outfit." He paused, then added, "Or, right after, happened to be looking through their old high school yearbook for names to borrow for his latest short story and spotting a really bad picture of said son performing at the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance."
"Aw, shit, I'm in the yearbook?" Marty groaned, rubbing his face. "Doc's gonna kill me. . ."
"Like I said, really bad picture," George assured him. "If I didn't already know what you looked like, I wouldn't have recognized you." He looked at the DeLorean, then at Marty. "So -- is he in trouble?"
Marty nodded, still shocked but also kind of relieved to have someone he could tell the truth besides Jennifer. "He's stuck in 1931, and if I don't manage to break him out of jail, some gangsters are gonna gun him down."
George sucked in an anxious breath. "Oh wow. That's trouble, all right." He rubbed his face, then put his hand back on Marty's shoulder. "I know better than to try and stop you. But -- be careful, all right? The last thing I need is for my son to die years before I'm even born."
"I will, Dad," Marty promised him, patting his back. "Trust me, this thing's kinda old hat by now."
George smiled. "You'll have to tell me all about it when you get back." Then, after a moment's silence, he added sheepishly, "Doc's going to want those Jules Vernes back, isn't he?"
"Yes, Dad."
AU where everybody knows about the DeLorean because holy hell Doc YOU TIME-TRAVELED IN A SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD IN BROAD DAYLIGHT XD Like I said, I came up with the idea that George knew about the time machine and that's why he was so cool with Marty running off like he did back when the Game was released. It just seemed amusing to me -- and, after discovering I hadn't written anything for it down, this seemed like the perfect opportunity! I think it came out pretty well, all things considered. Even if it was mainly written just for that joke at the end. XD (Oh, and Jennifer helping with the outfit is a nod to the "Citizen Brown" comic adaptation of the Game -- even if I got so frustrated by the changes they made I couldn't make it past issue one, I did like that little touch at the beginning.)
Another quiet day, otherwise -- although my throat's been slowly getting scratchier and sorer as the day goes on. I think I've picked up my mom's cold. Or somebody's cold -- people at work are sick too. :( Not too bad right now, and hoping it stays that way. I did get another section done on "Fixing You" -- Victor and Alice having a fight with the Army Ants from the first game. Victor learns to use "I'm an entomologist" to his advantage. :P I also made my muffins for breakfast for the next few days, and watched another part of Deli's "Vampires" LP. She is -- a little too enthusiastic about getting two of her Sims together, I have to say. Making the same mistakes I made -- pressing too hard for the romantic socials early on. This only works with a rare few couples, I've noticed (mainly: Victor and Alice, who had very few road bumps, and Wheatley and Chell, who were so freaking gung ho they started without me) -- most need extra friendship time, and some. . .well, I've complained enough about how hot-and-cold Emmett and Nikal's relationship was at first. Sebastian and Harlow are having the same problems, and considering the LP only went on for 12 sets and I'm already at Part 11. . .I don't see it getting resolved before it ends. Ah well.
Anyway -- since I'm sick, I'm going to be making a much more active effort to get to bed at a decent hour. The closer to eight hours sleep, the better. Which means a quick clearing of the inbox, queuing up another post on VictorLuvsAlice for tomorrow, then bed. *nods* Night all, and sleep tight!
"Marty!"
It was a good thing he'd intended to drop that beer can into Mr. Fusion. Marty forced himself to turn around and look nonchalant. George was standing by the fence, regarding him and his new outfit (courtesy of Jennifer helping him raid a local thrift store) with curious interest. "Where you been, son? And what are you doing in that get-up?"
Damn it, why didn't I move the DeLorean so I could be sure of getting away unseen? I was just about to leave a note. . .think, McFly, think! "Um -- didn't I tell you? I got the lead in the school play!" he blurted. Oh, yeah, smooth, as if your parents don't know you're always with your band or Jennifer or Doc -- when he's in the right time period -- after school. Still, said it, gotta run with it. "We're doing, uh. . ."
"Grapes of Wrath?" George suggested with an amused little grin.
Perfect. His own father was mocking him. "Right!" Marty agreed, trying to sound bright.
"Oh, Steinbeck! Who are you playing?"
Damn it, why couldn't Dad just let him off the hook? "Um -- uh--"
Fortunately, George relented before he said something stupid like "Gilbert Grape." "Never mind -- you don't have to explain. I'm sure whatever it is you're up to, you know what you're doing." He pointed at Marty's face. "Right?"
Marty wanted to come back with a solid, confident, full-force "yes," but. . . "I hope so," he admitted. He didn't have a lot to go on, after all. But he did know that Doc was in trouble. And he was going to let his best friend down.
George put a paternal hand on his shoulder. "Hey, sometimes you gotta go out on a limb for the ones you love, right?" He sighed, eyes dropping to the ground briefly. "I wish my dad had understood that." Then he raised them again, staring seriously at Marty. "You won't stay away too long?"
Something about the way he said that. . .Marty frowned at his father. He was taking all of this way too calmly. From the DeLorean's sudden reappearance to his youngest son heading out on a mystery trip. And 'go out on a limb for the ones you love?' How the hell was he supposed to infer from the old-timey clothes that Marty was going to look for Doc? Unless. . .it was a crazy thought, but. . . "Hopin' to be back before I left, actually."
And there it was. The slightest flicker of surprise in George's eyes. Then he laughed. "Okay, son, I'll tell your mother--"
"You know!"
The surprise was rather more than a flicker this time. "Uh -- know what?"
"Don't play dumb, Dad," Marty said, folding his arms. "You're acting like you expected this to happen."
George hesitated. "I -- actually, I expected Doc to burst into the middle of the sale demanding to know what was going on," he confessed, rubbing the back of his head. "When the car showed up with only Einstein, I figured something must be up and you'd probably be off to take care of it soon." Noting Marty's stunned look, he added, "It's not like that thing is quiet, you know! Half of Lyon Estates saw you take off into the sky! Admittedly, I think most people just think Doc built a flying car prototype, but then -- well, most people didn't see their son come back from said trip mysteriously in a cowboy outfit." He paused, then added, "Or, right after, happened to be looking through their old high school yearbook for names to borrow for his latest short story and spotting a really bad picture of said son performing at the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance."
"Aw, shit, I'm in the yearbook?" Marty groaned, rubbing his face. "Doc's gonna kill me. . ."
"Like I said, really bad picture," George assured him. "If I didn't already know what you looked like, I wouldn't have recognized you." He looked at the DeLorean, then at Marty. "So -- is he in trouble?"
Marty nodded, still shocked but also kind of relieved to have someone he could tell the truth besides Jennifer. "He's stuck in 1931, and if I don't manage to break him out of jail, some gangsters are gonna gun him down."
George sucked in an anxious breath. "Oh wow. That's trouble, all right." He rubbed his face, then put his hand back on Marty's shoulder. "I know better than to try and stop you. But -- be careful, all right? The last thing I need is for my son to die years before I'm even born."
"I will, Dad," Marty promised him, patting his back. "Trust me, this thing's kinda old hat by now."
George smiled. "You'll have to tell me all about it when you get back." Then, after a moment's silence, he added sheepishly, "Doc's going to want those Jules Vernes back, isn't he?"
"Yes, Dad."
AU where everybody knows about the DeLorean because holy hell Doc YOU TIME-TRAVELED IN A SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD IN BROAD DAYLIGHT XD Like I said, I came up with the idea that George knew about the time machine and that's why he was so cool with Marty running off like he did back when the Game was released. It just seemed amusing to me -- and, after discovering I hadn't written anything for it down, this seemed like the perfect opportunity! I think it came out pretty well, all things considered. Even if it was mainly written just for that joke at the end. XD (Oh, and Jennifer helping with the outfit is a nod to the "Citizen Brown" comic adaptation of the Game -- even if I got so frustrated by the changes they made I couldn't make it past issue one, I did like that little touch at the beginning.)
Another quiet day, otherwise -- although my throat's been slowly getting scratchier and sorer as the day goes on. I think I've picked up my mom's cold. Or somebody's cold -- people at work are sick too. :( Not too bad right now, and hoping it stays that way. I did get another section done on "Fixing You" -- Victor and Alice having a fight with the Army Ants from the first game. Victor learns to use "I'm an entomologist" to his advantage. :P I also made my muffins for breakfast for the next few days, and watched another part of Deli's "Vampires" LP. She is -- a little too enthusiastic about getting two of her Sims together, I have to say. Making the same mistakes I made -- pressing too hard for the romantic socials early on. This only works with a rare few couples, I've noticed (mainly: Victor and Alice, who had very few road bumps, and Wheatley and Chell, who were so freaking gung ho they started without me) -- most need extra friendship time, and some. . .well, I've complained enough about how hot-and-cold Emmett and Nikal's relationship was at first. Sebastian and Harlow are having the same problems, and considering the LP only went on for 12 sets and I'm already at Part 11. . .I don't see it getting resolved before it ends. Ah well.
Anyway -- since I'm sick, I'm going to be making a much more active effort to get to bed at a decent hour. The closer to eight hours sleep, the better. Which means a quick clearing of the inbox, queuing up another post on VictorLuvsAlice for tomorrow, then bed. *nods* Night all, and sleep tight!
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