November 14, 1955

8:30 am

It had been raining on and off again since Saturday night, but Marty didn't mind. The rain seemed to match his mood - gloomy. Then there would be a patch of sunlight, like the moments when Marty was actually speaking to Doc and smiling and laughing like old times, and then the sunlight would be swallowed by gloom once more as the teen remembered why he wasn't home yet. He would never be home. He was stuck there for good.

Doc had tried every other possible solution he could, none of them working out. He had yet to find what had caused the DeLorean to stall, so there was really nothing they could do with the time machine anyways. A car that couldn't run could not get up to 88 miles per hour. There was no way.

"Come on Marty," Doc said, walking into the room and straightening out his jacket. "We've got to get going." Marty didn't move from his sea by the window, his blue eyes following each raindrop as it ran down the window. The Doc sighed and walked over to the teenager, placing his hands on Marty's shoulders. "I know this must be tough on you," he said, shaking his head. "It really is horrible, but you can't mope around my house forever. If you want to actually fit in we've got to get going."

"I don't want to," Marty stated simply. All he wanted to do was stay locked up in Doc's house. There was nowhere else he wanted to be - except perhaps 1985. He knew he sounded like a child but this was a lot to take in. When Doc had told him nine days ago that he was stuck in 1955, he hadn't been that worried. The two hadn't carefully examined every possibility, every loophole, every idea. Now, they were all out of ideas. There was no way they could predict where another bolt of lightning would strike. Marty had gone through his wallet at least ten times searching for some kind of clue that might allude to a lightning storm but had some up dry. It was hopeless.

"You've got to," said Doc, patting the boy on the back. "I've already arranged for a meeting with Vice-Principal Strickland so we've got to hurry up. You don't want to make a bad first impression on him!"

Marty just shrugged and continued to stare out the window. "He'll probably just think I'm a slacker anyways," he muttered. "That's what he's always thought of me."

"But you can start fresh!" the scientist cried, thrusting his arms into the air for evidence. "Mr. Strickland doesn't know who you are and doesn't know that George is your father. Maybe he'll have a different view on you this time."

Marty tore his eyes away from the window and turned to look at Doc. "Doubt it," he replied. "Why do I have to do this, Doc? Can't we just say I already graduated and leave it at that?"

"You don't look old enough to have already graduated Marty," stated Doc. "Besides, you've already visited around the high school. I think it was implied that you were considering attending."

Marty grumbled some choice words under his breath, hoping Doc couldn't hear exactly what he was saying. "What am I supposed to tell everyone?" he asked. "I told my mom and dad that I was leaving town for good, and now I'm just suddenly back?"

"Just say that your plans changed and leave it at that," suggested the scientist. "And remember, I'm your uncle - that's why you're staying with me." Doc gave the boy a smile. "You'll do fine, Marty! You just have to get adjusted to it, that's all. Now, I laid out some clothes on my bed for you to wear for your first day."

Marty reluctantly go to his feet, heading towards Doc's room. A button up shirt and a nice pair of pants were lying out on the bed. The teen quickly slipped out of his jeans, red t-shirt, jacket and red vest (which he had been wearing since Saturday night) and put on the 1950s clothes. He took a quick glance in the mirror, groaning. He looked like a tool; like one of the kids back in the future who Marty would never associate himself with. However, that was the style in 1955, so Marty knew he had to go with it. He knew the routine, having caught on pretty quick. He had to slick his hair back and style it just so. Everything was so much neater in the 50s than the 80s. It was just all so strange.

After slicking back his hair into the appropriate style, Marty left the room. "Won't this screw things up?" he asked, walking towards Doc with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. "Like, mess with the space time continuum or something? I'm not supposed to be here."

"There's not much else we can do," Doc admitted, heading towards the door of the mansion. "I can't have you just live in here for thirty years, never getting the chance to leave. We've got to get you out there into society. You just have to be careful, Marty! Try to stay away from your mom and pop."

Marty nodded his head, following the older man out the door. "Yeah, I learned that one the hard way," he responded. The boy walked towards the passenger seat of the car and opened it, sliding in quickly. He didn't want to have to get enrolled in the school, but he would rather get the whole ordeal over with. At least Biff would hopefully be less of an asshole. Marty could only hope that his dad punching Biff in the would make the boy a lot less intimidating than he had always been.

The two drove in silence, and Marty thanked the fact that Doc only lived a few blocks from the high school. That way it wouldn't be awkward if he just sat there and did not speak. He Didn't want to speak to the Doc, even if the DeLorean stalling had not been his fault. Quite honestly, Marty just needed to get his frustration out somehow and, although he knew it wasn't fair, he was taking it out on Doc. The two had barely spoken since Marty had missed the lightning. They had had a few good conversations which had caused the teen to smile, but he had then gone out of his way to abruptly end the conversations.

Marty was still not used to how neat and clean the town centre of Hill Valley looked - much like the appearances of the people, really. It was still rather shocking, compared to what he was used to 30 years into the future. Of course, he realized, he would have to grow used to that. He would be seeing sights like that for a long time.

"I've made you a birth certificate," Doc said as they drove. "I gave you the same birthdate, just bumped it back by thirty years. Your official name is Calvin Martin Klein - that way you can substantiate wanting to be called Marty." Marty gave a sideways glance to Doc, nodding his head to show that he had heard what his friend had said. The interior of the car fell silent again as they drove, Doc's eyes on the road and Marty's eyes out the window.

As soon as they pulled up to the school, Marty was out of the car. Doc hadn't even pulled the keys out of the ignition. "Let's get this over with," grumbled Marty, beginning to walk towards the school. Students were running into the school, clutching books and lunches in brown bags.

"Hi Calvin!" a blonde in a pink poodle skirt called out as she ran past him, hurrying up the steps to the school.

"Er, hi," Marty called back in response, giving a little wave. He had no clue who the girl was; he'd never seen her before in his life. It crossed his mind that perhaps she was one of his mother's friends, or that she had been in attendance at the Enchantment Under the Sea dance, and had seen his performance of Johnny B. Goode. In retrospect, that had probably not been a good idea, especially now that he was sticking around in the past.

"Marty, wait up!" Doc was saying. Marty glanced over his shoulder to see the scientist jogging to keep up with him. He came to a stop at the top of the stairs and waited for Doc to catch up. He did, and the two stepped into the school together.

It looked exactly the same as it had on the 7th, when he had first set foot into the retro high school. It didn't look like anything he had done by sticking around in the past had severely altered anything. At least, it hadn't altered anything that he could see right off the bat. Everything looked normal - or as normal as it could get for 1955.

The best thing about Hill Valley High was that not much had changed since the school had originally opened. There were very few changes, such as adding lockers and classrooms, between 1955 and 1985, so Marty found his way around the school rather easily. He lead Doc towards the main office, the two walking in silence. Every so often, someone would stop to say hi to Marty (or Calvin as they called him) and one student even gave a cheerful "Good morning Doctor Brown!" to Doc.

Although Doc paused to stare at the girl, Marty kept walking. He didn't want to be held up. He just wanted to get this thing over with. "Marty, slow down!" called out Doc, walking faster to catch up with his younger friend. "Look, I know you're upset. And I understand that. I just don't appreciate the fact that you're making it appear as if this was all my fault!"

"Well Doc, hate to break it to you, but it is your fault," Marty responded, turning his head away from the scientist.

"How-"

"If you hadn't invented that goddamn time machine, I wouldn't be stuck here now," he explained, not even giving Doc the chance to ask for clarification.

Doc let out a sigh, removing his hat to rub at his forehead. "I don't think you can blame me for what my future counterpart-"

"We're here." Marty stopped walking as the two reached the main office, turning to look at the Doc. Doc just sighed, placing his hat back on his head, not even bothering to continue his argument. He grabbed a hold of the handle and opened the door, propping the door open with his hand as Marty followed him into the office. A young looking, red-haired secretary looked up from her typewriter.

"Hello Doctor Brown," she said, smiling at the man. "Are you here to see Vice-Principal Strickland?"

"As a matter of fact, yes," Doc replied, returning the woman's smile. "This is my… nephew, Calvin Klein." He gave Marty a pat on the back, and Marty smiled, trying to show to the secretary that he was happy, despite the fact that he was not. "He's going to be staying with me for the next little while, so I was looking at getting him enrolled here."

"Yes, well that's swell, isn't it Calvin?" she asked, cocking her head to the side and continuing to smile. "Do you have an appointment?" she asked, turning to Doc.

"Yeah… Swell…." he muttered, shifting his eyes away from her. His gaze landed on her name plate, and he raised his eyebrows. The name clearly read Ms. Walters, and Marty couldn't help but wonder if she was the same, grey-haired, glasses-wearing, fifty year old secretary that would work in Hill Valley High in 1985. It wasn't that far-fetched a possibility. What was far-fetched was that Ms. Walters was hot in 1955. Marty shook his head, trying to forget that he had ever thought that the secretary was attractive. It was just weird.

"Yes, I made an appointment for this morning," Doc replied.

"You can go right in then, Dr. Brown." Ms. Walters waved her hand towards the door of Strickland's office, a smile still planted firmly on her face.

"Thank you, m'am," said Doc, giving her a nod of his head. He walked towards the office door, Marty following behind with his frown back on his face. Doc opened the door and ushered Marty in before closing the door behind them and taking a seat in front of the desk. Vice-Principal Strickland sat behind his desk, a pen in his hand and a solemn look on his face.

"Good morning Emmett," he said, nodding at Doc.

"Good morning Gerald," he responded. "Your secretary probably informed you already, but I've come here to talk about enrolling my nephew, Calvin Klein, in school here."

Strickland narrowed his eyes and leaned forward in his chair. "I've seen you around before, haven't I Klein?" he asked.

"Yes sir," responded Marty, hoping to start things off on the right foot with Strickland this time.

"In the cafeteria with Biff Tannen, am I right?" he asked. Marty nodded. "And at the dance! You put on that ridiculously loud performance." Strickland shifted so he was leaning back in his chair once more.

"Yes sir," he repeated.

"Do you have a birth certificate with you, Emmett?" Strickland asked, not breaking his stare on Marty. The seventeen year old was starting to grow uncomfortable.

"Right here," said Doc, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out the forged certificate. He handed the birth certificate to Strickland who finally turned away from Marty so he could read what the sheet said.

"Can I see some identification, Emmett?" Strickland asked, handing back the birth certificate. Doc nodded and pulled out his wallet. He took the certificate back from Strickland, tucked it away in his jacket once more, then handed over his drivers license. Strickland looked it over, nodding from time to time. "Everything looks in order," he declared, returning the license to the Doc. "Now, why did you say Klein was living with you."

Doc paused for a moment, and Marty had a feeling that he hadn't been expecting that question. "My, uh, my sister - his mother - she hasn't been doing too well these past few months, so I figured I'd give her a break for the rest of the year, let Calvin stay with me."

"I though you were an only child?" Strickland asked, getting to his feet.

"We, uh, we don't take about my sister much," Doc explained, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Father thought she was a bad influence on me as a young boy. She, er, moved when I was very young."

"I see," nodded Strickland, either accepting the Doc's story or not caring enough to get him to admit to the truth. "Well," he continued, turning towards Marty with a smile on his face, "I'm sure you'll be a fine edition to our school here."

Marty's blue eyes widened. He had never in his life seen Strickland be this nice to him - to any McFly, really - before. Clearly, the man was just biased to hating their family. "Thank you, sir," Marty muttered in response.

Strickland stuck his hand out and Marty took hold, giving the Vice-Principal a nice and firm handshake. "Welcome to Hill Valley High School, Calvin Klein."

A/N: Talk about an extremely long wait, huh? My Back to the Future obsession kind of dwindled over the summer, but at the end of March/beginning of April it all came rushing back at me, so here I am with the third chapter of this! I hope you liked it, and I apologize for the wait! I really hope that it won't happen again, because I feel like I have a lot of muse and motivation for this right now! So drop me a review! I always love to hear what you liked, what you didn't, what I can improve on and if you have any suggestions for the upcoming chapters! Thanks for reading!