Time McFlies

Disclaimer: I do not own Back to the Future.

Marty's adventure to the past changed the course of time in not-so-subtle ways, but the biggest change is not in the way it's been rewritten. It's in the way the Marty who'd experienced seventeen years of life before that adventure was changed during it.

One week, sixteen hours, and four minutes ago, on this exact date--October twenty-seventh, nineteen eighty-five--his girlfriend, Jennifer Parker, was the only one he really had eyes for.

That was before he met Lorraine Baines. The seventeen-year-old version of his now forty-seven-year-old mother.

The year was nineteen fifty-five. A simpler time, his parents would always and will again say when old enough to be his parents.

Upon waking up from what he figured to be a nightmare, Marty called out to his mother in a weak voice, and it answered him. Comforted him. Assured him he was in the right year. Nineteen-fifty five. Instantly, Marty's eyes flew open. That was not the right year at all. This was not a dream. Fear coursed through him as the bedside lamp was switched on, and there sat seventeen-year-old Lorraine on the bed across from his. The thought that went through his mind second to the fact that this was his mother, was that she was hot, and he almost blurted it out before that first thought ran back through. She kept calling him Calvin, as in Calvin Klein; the name written on his underwear, which was all he had on besides his t-shirt. She'd taken off his pants. They were on her hope chest, she said, pointing toward it. She then vacated her place on the opposite bed to sit way too close to him on his own. It was obvious that she was coming onto him. The woman who'd always portrayed herself as so innocent and frankly prude. It all seemed like overcompensation now for whatever hungry vixen was looking at him with such lust in her eyes. Fortunately, a blanket covered his lap, because he was starting to physically react. The closer she got, the farther he backed away until he actually fell off the bed.

Throughout his entire mission of getting back to the future, Marty had to suffer the side quest of ensuring Lorraine would come to fall for the boy that would someday be his father, George McFly, which wouldn't have been a predicament if she'd never fallen for Marty in the first place.

There were five reasons Marty couldn't give in to Lorraine's advances. The first, being that he'd disappear from existence, along with his brother and sister, Dave and Linda. The second, that his parents simply wouldn't be able to fall in love. The third, that several other aspects of history could be affected. The fourth, that he'd be cheating on Jennifer, though she hadn't even been born yet. Last but not least, the fifth, being that Lorraine was his goddamn mother. Honestly, that was more important than any of the other reasons, including the first. He'd rather disappear than live with the shame of being intimate with her on any level. Boy, was the temptation hard to resist at times, though. Harder than it should've been (pun intended).

Especially when he was parked in the school lot with her on the night of the Enchantment Under the Sea dance.

Forty-seven year old Lorraine insisted she never parked with boys, nor smoked cigarettes, nor drank, all of which she was currently guilty of. "Marty, you're beginning to sound just like my mother," she ironically said when Marty scolded her for it.

That was right before she took off the white blouse that had covered the top half of the strapless, pink dress that pushed her breasts forward and gave him too good a view of the cleavage his eyes kept shifting toward.

He backed away as she leaned in to kiss him, but she basically had him cornered, and when their lips met, a bolt of electricity left him frozen in shock. His eyes went wide, and so did hers as they opened to meet his. Slowly, she pulled back and, with a disturbed expression, compared what just happened to the hypothetical of kissing her brother.

The thing was, Marty didn't feel like he was kissing his sister, or even his mother. He felt similarly to how he did when kissing Jennifer, and that scared the absolute shit out of him.

Needless to say, Lorraine instantly dropped her obsession with Marty and ended up with George, who rescued her from Biff Tannen, the bully he could never stand up to until he caught the guy trying to force himself on her and punched his lights out.

Now back in nineteen eighty-five, Marty notes that his house is fancier, his siblings are successful, and Biff happens to be his parents' servile valet. George McFly himself is a more confident man, and Lorraine McFly is in way better shape than she'd been in the previously lived nineteen eighty-five. Not only that, but she seems a lot happier and more laidback.

With how well everything turned out, Marty should feel that it's not simply back in place but straight up better, yet feels the improvements may not be worth the fact that he's now insanely attracted to this forty-seven-year-old version of Lorraine.