"Doc I'm back. I'm back from the future.".

All the color drained from his face before he collapsed to the ground. I fell to my knees and shook him vigorously.

"Doc! Doc!" I pleaded to no avail. Doc was out.

I gave a frustrated sigh and leaned back on my knees. Dammit Doc. You could have passed out later. I lifted the man's deadweight and hauled him into the car. 

Once the man was secured in the car I hopped into the driver's seat and began my way to his house. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit as I gazed down at him. This younger version of Doc is not truly his Doc. Not yet anyway. My Doc was lost in 1885 while he's stuck in 1955 with his younger self who just finished sending his past self to 1985 which continues the cycle. 

I was lucky that Doc's house wasn't exceedingly far.  I was beginning to feel dizzy all of a sudden due to ,I believe,  the constant time traveling.  I haul the Alpha into his house and rest him on the couch.

~

I still can't shake that icky feeling from inside. It's like my insides were at war with each other. But listening to Doc drone on as he reads the letter did distract my mind.

"Unfortunately, the car will never fly again.", he turns in that surprised look I have come to love. "It flew?".

"Yeah, well, you had a hover conversion done in the early twenty-first century.".

I could just kiss this man. If he was mine. Not yet. Mines back in 1885. 

" 'I have buried the Delorean in the Delgato mine adjacent to the old Boot Hill Cemetery as shown on the enclosed map. Hopefully it will remain undisturbed and preserved until you uncover it in 1955. Inside, you will find repair instructions. My 1955 counterpart' - that's me - 'should have no problem repairing it so you can drive it back to the future. Once you have returned to 1985, destroy the time machine.".

Destroy the time machine. Why? Why would you not want to come back? He promised he wouldn't-.  Dammit Doc, why are you so confusing. I thought you really wanted me.

"Do not - I repeat - do not attempt to come back here to get me. I am perfectly happy living in the fresh air and wide open spaces, and I fear that unnecessary time travel only risks further disruption of the space-time continuum. And please take care of - Einstein for me."

Least he remembers Einstein. 

"He's your dog, Doc - Einstein - it's what you call your dog...in 1985."

Doc straightens the paper. "I know you will give him a good home. Remember to walk him twice a day and that he only likes canned dog food. These are my wishes. Please respect them and follow them. And so, Marty, I now say farewell and wish you Godspeed. I apologize for not being the mate you wish me to be. You've been a good, kind, and loyal friend to me, and you made a real difference in my life. I will always treasure our relationship, what could have been, and will think of you with fond memories, warm feelings and a special place in my heart.  Your friend in time, 'Doc.' Emmett L. Brown."

There was a brief moment of pause. Doc's eyes slowly traveled from the paper to mine. I could see the gears ticking in his mind as his thoughts swirled. 

"Mates?".

I rub the space a mark would have been. "We never got a chance to get that far. Close.".

"You and my future counterpart have engaged in sexual activities! Was that allowed in 1985.".

"No, but what we have, going to have, is special. I don't know how he could just not want that.".

Now I really felt sick. I can feel the sweat dripping down my back as my mouth begins to feel like cotton. I think I'm about to throw up. I am going to throw up. My legs were already moving towards the window before I purged the contents of my stomach into Doc's bushes.

A gentle hand rests on the small of my back. Slow movements circle around trying to calm the shakiness of my bones. Not even during my years have I ever felt so uneasy.

His arms brace me as he takes me back to the couch. A rough napkin dab at my mouth. Copernicus settled at my hand showing his support.

"I'm sorry, Doc, it's all my fault you're stuck back there. I never should've never gotten that damn book.".

"There are plenty worse places to be than the Old West. I could've ended up in the Dark Ages. They probably would've burned me at the stake as a heretic or something. Let's look at the map. It says here the time vehicle is buried here in a side tunnel. We may have to blast.".

And blast we did. We probably woke the dead with the blast but it got the job done. The mine was dusty, cramp and did nothing good for my messed up stomach. But It is nice to listen to Doc speak.

"This reminds me of the time I attempted to reach the center of the earth. I'd be reading my favorite author, Jules Verne. I spent weeks preparing for the expedition, I didn't even get this far. Of course, I was only 12 at the time. It was the writings of Jules Verne that had a profound effect on my life. I was 11 when I first read 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. That's when I realized that I must devote my life into science."

Jules? Verne? Did I really name my kids after Doc's favorite author? Hell, they are not even his.

"You said it yourself, Verne's a blonde and I'm a slut so I think you can use your brain for the rest."

No way. How could I possibly have kids with Doc in the future while also married to that rat Douglas.  Unless…

My hand rests on my stomach.

No. Impossible. I'm just imagining things.

Me and Doc can't have a baby. Don't these symptoms take weeks. We only had sex once basically a day ago. It's not possible.

~

"Marty , why the hell are you in this fucking bathroom for so long!" 

My dad pounds onto the bathroom door. I couldn't care. I just knew I felt awful. My body was so hot. It was like someone was trying to bake me at 350°. My shirt is long discarded as I pant and groan along the cold tiled floor. 

"Leave me alone!"I managed to scream but fell short to a whine.

Soon the door was kicked in. At that moment I thought I was done for. He was going to do something. I squeeze my eyes shut expecting something. All he knew was that something was going to hurt.

Then again, my dad has never hurt me.

No matter how bad he yelled at me he has  ever raised his hands on me, my siblings and especially not my mom. So when the rage emitting of him cooled down, a softer expression to his face. He scooped his hands around my body and lifted my limp body off the floor.

"George, get the heat room ready!"

I spent my entire heat alone in that room. Unsure in how to scratch that never ding itch. Outside my door sat my dad. I learned later from Dave that he didn't let no one even come close to it. 

~

"You know, when I was a kid I always wanted to be a cowboy.  Now, knowing I'll spend my future in the past, it sounds like a wonderful way to spend my retirement years. It just occurred to me...since I ended up in 1885 perhaps I'm now in the history books. I wonder...could I go to the library and look myself up in the old newspaper archives?"

"I dunno, Doc, you're the one who's always saying, you know, it's not too good to know too much about your own destiny."

"You're right, Marty ... I know too much already. Better that I not attempt to uncover the circumstances of my own... future. Copernicus! Come home boy!".

Copernicus refused to leave. His paws rested on one of the many old tombstones that littered the graveyard. I trudged through the thick grass over the dog.

"C'mon. Time to go buddy.", I urged holding his collar.

I didn't even get halfway back before I noticed the stone engraving. It felt like my heart just dropped into my stomach. Like everything that made me me just stopped. No ... No..no! This can't be happening. 

Doc was quick to rush over to my scream. "What's wrong, Marty? You look like you've seen a ghost.".

"What's wrong, Marty? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Doc, look at this.".

Here Lies Emmett Brown

"Great Scott!"

"Died, September 7th, 1885. That's one week after you wrote the letter!".

"...shot in the back by Buford Tannen over a matter of eighty dollars ! WHAT KIND OF FUTURE DO YOU CALL THAT?!" 

~

"Look, Doc, maybe it was a mistake. Maybe that grave wasn't yours. There could've been another Emmett Brown back in 1885. Did you have any relatives here back then?"

My heart falls everytime I see Doc shake his head.

"The Browns came to America in 1908, and then they were the Von Brauns. My father changed our name in World War I."

I just wanted to bury my head in this big old book. Thumbing through more of the stained pages, my eyes finally landed on something that made my body jump. Standing in front of a large clock was Doc. My Doc.

Emmet must have seen my face and was rushing over to see. "Oh! Great Scott! It's me! Then it is true. All of it. It is me who goes back there...and gets shot."

I shook my head. I have traveled back to the past and into the future. I have nearly faded out of existence! If I can survive all that then it should be nothing to bring back the man I hold close.

My one true mate.

"After you fix the time circuits and put new tires on the Delorean, I'm going back to 1885 and I'm bringing you home."

Even if it kills me.

~

That swell wasn't there before.

Standing in the old mirror in a Drive in Theater's bathroom I look at my naked torso. A strange swell is visible from the side. My fingers hover over it, not daring to press it. I am sure this wasn't there before. That and these clothes Doc gave me, which were ugly as hell and totally not something Clint Eastwood would wear, were tight despite being my size.

I don't have time to dwell on this. I need to go save my mate. I tucked on the tight shirt and made my way back to Doc. Shoes in hand as those boots were just a step too far.

"Do the clothes fit?"

"They're kind of tight! I dunno, are you sure this stuff is authentic?"

"Of course you haven't seen a Western!", he exclaims and his eyes fall to my Nikes. "Marty, you have to wear the boots. You can't wear those futuristic things in 1885. You shouldn't even be wearing them in 1955.".

"All right, Doc, look. Once I get there, I'll put them on, I promise.".

Doc rolled his eyes in the same way he always does. A new strike of hope ignited in my heart as I slipped into the DeLorean. I was ready to speed to 88 mph right this moment. If it wasn't for the glaring indians sign.

"If I go 88mph that way I'll crash into those Indians."

"Marty you are not thinking 4th dimensionally! There won't be no indians on the other side because you will be instantly transported to 1885!"

No need to argue with Doc. Although, I am still confused. I revved the engine positioning the car for take off. I looked at 1955 Doc one last time.  

"Thanks for everything, Doc."

"So long,  Future boy."

With the resale of a bullet I sped off into the distance and right into those Indians.

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A bear is fucking chasing me!

Think 4th dimensionally Doc said. There would be no Indians Doc said. There were Indians. Indians and the cavalry. Not to forget the bear that is currently chasing me. The dirt beneath my feet soon became looser. I didn't notice the hill below me before I skidded down the hill and crashed into a fence. The last thing I see is the blazing west sun.

When I awoke again, the world was dim and blurry. My eyes are trying to focus on the random cobweb hanging by a wooden shaft.

"Mh where am I?"

"Calm down now. You've been out for about three hours now."

"I had the weirdest dream. Dreamt that I was in a western being chased by the Indians."

"That's an odd dream. Never mind. You are safe and sound now at the Tannen home."

That's when it all came back to focus. It was not a dream. It was anything but. My eyes land quickly on the source of the voice. A man that looked far too much like.me for comfort stared back. The only difference being is a lighter shade of hair and a bushy mustache.

"Your? Your? Who are you?"

"Seamus." The man sniffed, "Seamus Tannen. Who might you be stranger?"

"I'm...Clint. Clint Eastwood."

Seamus gives a small nod to the name. "Well Mr Eastwood, you took quite a tumble out there.  It was lucky that me and William were out there for a little walk." 

"William?"

A soft cry comes from the room ahead. Seamus gives a smile before hurrying into the other room. Shifting my weight, I rise from the small cot. That's when I felt something was completely wrong. My stomach lurched painfully. I didn't eat much when I was in 1955 or get to try any of that breakfast back in the new and improved 1985. The moment my hand touched my middle I found the issue.

The swell that was once barely noticeable has grown to the size of a cantaloupe. This is definitely not good. Very not good. Did Seamus know? Of course he must have. This is bad. Really, really bad.

"Are you okay in there?" Seamus called out, "You know you can come out!"

Do I even want to?

As I made my way to the other room, I took notice of the small ache that pings in my back. There was no denying that what was happening was happening. I just don't understand how it is even possible. 

"Mr Eastwood I didn't notice you were that far along!" Seamus commented as he rocked his child, William, on his leg.

"Yeah...I...carry it pretty differently. One moment it's there and the next it's...this."

Seamus nodded and turned his attention back to his son. Marty inches a bit closer to the pair. The mustached man's eyes scanned me up and down before holding out his son towards me.

"Wouldn't you be a friend and hold my son for me?"

"I...sure."

The small boy was soon trusted into my hands as his mother hurried off to what appears to be a kitchen. He wasn't rowdy or made any fuss. The small child just smiled in a droopy way that babies do.

"So you are my great great grandfather?", I muttered, rocking the child just like his mother did.

The sound of hooves draws my attention away from my distant relative to the front door. The sound of heavy footsteps and hoots of laughter announces their arrival. The door was pushed open with a heavy thump and behold before me is the man my father always used to talk about.

Buford 'Mad Dog' Tannen.

"Seamus! Where you at you pretty little thing." He calls out to his mate. That was before he laid his eyes on me.

"Who the fuck are you an' what  you doing in my house?"

"I...uh"

'Don't call him Mad Dog. I know you want to but don't.' His mind warned remembering my father's explicit hatred for that name.

"Why looked here! Isn't he just a purdy little thing.", one of his goons says.

One reaches around and squeezes my cheeks. Don't they know nothing about taking a bath?

"Look at these pretty whites. He perfect for da taking."

I brush the crude male off of me. Buford eyes me up and down. I wonder if he notices? That's when Seamus decided to re-enter the room. Buford's gaze shifted from me to his mate. A wicked smile comes to his lips as he hoists his mate from the ground and grins territorially. His goons took that as a signal to leave. They only left a few rabbit carcasses behind as their hooves faded in the distance.

"I see you missed me quite terribly."

"Can't get enough of you." He grinned and kissed the man in an almost hungry fashion.

Seamus, when broken from the kiss, looks over at me. "Buford, we got company. This is Mr Eastwood. He fell into our fence round back and couldn't dare leave him out there. Just look at his condition."

Buford's eyes go back to me. His nose crinkles when he notices the swell. "What kind of alpha leaves their pregnant mate by themselves."

"My alpha is a good alpha!" The words flow before my mind remembers he's not my Alpha yet. "I just got into trouble like I always do."

"He needs to keep a better eye on you then." He huffed and then directed his attention back to Seamus. "Brought supper."

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"Tell me Mr Eastwood, how did you get so far out here? Without a hat at that!"

Seamus says pouring out a glass of what I thought was going to be water. There is no way something so cloudy is drinkable.

"I was out for a walk, it wasn't supposed to be long but I got lost." I said hoping it was believable.

Seamus didn't push any further. Buford was none the wiser with his son on his lap. It is to be said that Tannen alphas are not the sharpest nail in the bucket. 

"What  this Alpha of yours name? Think I rather return you to him before he gets a panic."

"He's um...Emmet Brown?"

Buford huffs, "That blacksmith. Never would a guess he would have a omega. He owes me 80 dollars!"

"You shot your horse Bufford! Blacksmith has nothing to do with that!", Seamus chides.

"He the one who shoed it!"

"You the one drunk like a skunk riding it!"

Buford grumbles looking away. Seamus faces back to me.

"Buford is going to take you up to the start of town. Think you can get your way to your blacksmith then."

"I wanted to rob the Pine City Stage tomorrow!"

"You can do it Monday!"

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Hill Valley 1885. After seeing it in both it's 1955 form and 1985, it's shocking how one little town could change so drastically. The pink cowboy shirt has become unbearable and Seamus, with much grumbling from Buford, is now wearing an old shawl. 

Buford's instructions to the blacksmith ring around my mind as I search the town. The few odd looks from the town folk only encouraged my need to find Doc. I take a deep breath as I press against the wooden draw door of the blacksmith shop.

I did not expect to be face to face with the barrel of a gun.

Doc looked different.  His hair was longer and skin dimmer. His ever so gentle eyes were now squinted into the scope. My heart is resting deep in my stomach.

"Doc! It's me! It's me Marty!"

The squared look on his face faded quickly into surprise. The good ol doc smile came back in a contagious manner.

"Marty. I gave you explicit instructions not to return back to me." He says. His arms wrap around me, "But it's wonderful to see you again."

My body melts into the hold. The tantalizing smell of Doc's scent soothes my inner Omega a way that not even having sex with Doc could. That's when he remembers the giant mound of a problem.

"Doc, we have a problem."

"Of course we have a problem. You are supposed to be in 1985!"

"Yes Doc but we have a much bigger problem."

My hands ball up the fabric before I lift the cover up. Eyes scrunched, eyebrows unfolded and his eyes threatened to leave their sockets. He backs away shaking his head while trying to avoid bumping into the numerous items in his shop.

"And it's getting bigger by the day Doc."

"This should be impossible. Unless." Doc's amazing brain begins to work. "Of course, the time machine. You have been constantly traveling to and from times. Your body has no idea how to adjust to your existence thus a pregnancy time lapse."

"That's great Doc but what are we going to do! I can't go back to 1985 with a kid in my belly!"

"This wouldn't have happened if you went back to 1985."

"How would you know that!"

"Because that's what's supposed to happen!"

What?

Doc looks away and begins pacing the room. "You were supposed to go back to 1985. This time lapse would not have occurred and you would have  been able to live in your time."

"Live in a time without you? A time with Douglas and in that house. To have my kid with him and not you!"

Doc moved forward and cups my shoulders. My heaving chest quivers and I let my head fall on his shoulder. Warm streaks run down my face as the pain in my chest begins to dissipate. 

"What if we stayed here?"

My head snaps up. "Stay Here? In 1885?"

"It would be the most logical option."

"On one condition."

"And what's that?"

"Be my mate?"

"Always will."

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"Doc, I look like a bloated cow."

I have been staying in 1885 for about a week now. The food is weird, water is pumped and he looks ready to pop. Doc has been trying to keep me comfortable if the giant ice maker wasn't enough. Everything was either too hot or too cramped or just too annoying. 

"No you don't Marty." Doc says, "We could not attend this event."

Tonight is the big party for the new clock. The mayor personally came by to invite him. I think an invite from the major would be hard to refuse.

"It's fine. I can handle a bit of staring.", I said, shifting around to Doc's side. The older man's fingers moved agility as he tied his tie. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The party was in full swing. The band was playing some songs that I can't get into. Participants were laughing and drinking to their heart's content. Doc seemed more glued to my side than I to him. He has never been a social person.

"Mr Eastwood! Fancy seeing you here." Seamus says as he walks over with a big smile and a happy William in his arms.

"Seamus. Good to see you again."

Seamus nodded and then looked at Doc who tried to blend into the background. "You must be the blacksmith my husband  been going on about. Fine mate you have here. I can see he really has it in his heart for you."

A tinge of red splatter across Doc's face. A light arm wraps around my waist. Giving into his touch, I lean my body to his. Seamus watched in great amusement and even William clapped in approval.

"Seamus! Where you at!" The distinct voice of Buford Tannen calls out.

"Over here with Mr Eastwood and his blacksmith!"

Buford stomps over to the group. A whiskey bottle in his right hand and an annoyed scowl on his face. 

"Damn Marshall. Can't mind his own business.", he grumbles.

"He just doing his job. You know the rules."

"When you care about the rules. Not when you mated to me."

"I care if you come back to me and not sitting in a jail cell. You should be thanking Mr Eastwood that you not in one right now."

Buford looks away and takes a swing of his bottle. 

That's when I realized the mistake I made. Not really my mistake but I sorta caused it. My father would call me Butthead if he ever knew to do something this stupid.

"The Pine City Stage.", I muttered.

"Yes. Turns out they were planning to catch him up there. Another group tried robbing them. I think they were Red Lips gang. It's a miracle you came along or Buford would be sitting in a cell right now."

"I'll take it as payback for the eighty dollars." Buford added in a grumble.

Payback? That would mean… That would mean Doc won't get shot! If he doesn't get shot that means we don't have to worry anymore. Or I have to worry anymore. I turned to face the white haired male.

"You are not going to die!"

"Die? What are you talking about?"

A small laugh escaped and I pulled Doc down and kissed him desperately. A small noise of shock was replaced with the sweet pressure of him kissing back.

A clear clearing of the throat brought us back to our surroundings. The mayor, who came up behind them at some point, smiled gently at the pair of us.

"Emmett! Sorry to interrupt but I just came to remind you about the school teacher you agreed to pick up from the station next week."

"Oh yes! I remember."

"Her name is Clayton. Clara Clayton"

I feel like I have heard that name before.

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"Seamus, did it hurt when you had William?"

I asked. Doc had to pick up that school teacher today and after the relentless pressure I placed on him, convinced him to let me visit Seamus. It is much better than staying at home alone. 

"Did it hurt? I don't think it ever stopped hurting. I never felt such pain in my life. But once William was in my arms, the pain was forgettable." Seamus replies, giving William a piece of a berry. "Heard it gets better after the first child."

"The way you describe it, I don't think there will be a second."

"Never say never Marty. Life is full of surprises." He grins. He has taken to calling me Marty than Mr Eastwood since it's easier and doesn't bring suspicion to why Doc and I have different last names.

My mind wanders to my would be future. Verne, I believe he's the one I had with Doc. I never got to see him but he sounded so very much like Doc. He can imagine him looking like a miniature version of him. 

Then there is Jules. The kid he has with Neddles. The thought leaves a sticky feeling in his gut. He didn't even look like him. He was more of a carbon copy of me than anything. Maybe a next child with Doc would be more of a mixture.

A sharp stab of pain alerts me back to the present. Past? He doesn't know. All there is,is a gut wrenching pain. Seamus took quick note that and was quick to my side.

"Are you alright Marty? Where is it hurting?"

"Here." I gritted out gesturing to my round middle.

"I see all that talk about birth was a warning sign. Let's get you somewhere comfortable."

Seamus eases me into the familiar cot in the other room. The pain had stopped but it might return back soon. I have had some pain prior to this but never something this breathtaking.

"Hopefully your mate will return soon. Buford isn't going to be back until at least sundown and town is a good walk away."

"It's fine! Just fine. Do-Emmett will be back and everything will be just fine."

Doc will be back in no time and will figure out how to get this kid out of me before without killing me.

~

Where the hell are you Doc?

It's almost sundown and these pains, I think they are contractions according to my eighth grade Biology class, are becoming closer together. Seamus is buzzing himself in worry with each passing day of sun that glows amber in the distance. 

"Seamus!" I called out as an abrupt wetness filled the sheets below me.

The man was quick to come in with a new bassinet of water. He glances at the sheets before nodding to himself. While he replaces the warm towel on my head with a fresh one he says,

"Your waters have broken. Babe should be coming soon. " he mused, trying not to sound too anxious, "Your mate is still not back."

I swing my head back as a nasty contraction ripples through my lower abdomen. Strong movement from within me makes tears rolling down my eyes. Oh Doc, where are  you!

My prayers were answered when the sound of horse hooves approached the home. Seamus was quick to move to the door. Whatever conversation those two had was loud noise to my ears. 

"Marty. I must sincerely apologize for my absence. You see Clara-"

"Doc, I don't care about her I need to-" the words were cut off by a loud groan leaving my throat. The first thing I grabbed, Doc's hand, was crushed tightly in my grip. 

"Doc I don't think I can do this."

"You must Marty! You must succeed."

"What if. What if it gets stuck or I can't-"

"When have you ever given up, Marty? You push and push because it's right. No one can ever call you a…..chicken?"

Get your head together Marty. You can do this. I must do this.

"Who you calling chicken Doc?" A weak smile peaks from my mouth.

"Let's have a baby."

~

"He looks so much like you Doc."

I hummed pulling down the blanket that housed the small child. Seamus was right. It hurt like hell. My throat is still raw from all the screaming I did. I did not get a chance to enjoy the look on Buford's face when he came rushing into the house and slipped on a rag. But what's done is done. Now I had a small bald headed red faced child in my arms. 

I never thought of having kids until it happened. With my mom being completely helpless in the old timeline with my father spoiled much desire in me for years. Even when I felt myself falling for Doc, I still carried that indifferent nature of kids.  

"He has your nose Marty."

The small baby's nose was scrunched like much else of his face. However, he can not deny the distinct shape of it. His mouth slightly opened as his still bright baby blues slipped closed.

"The rest is all you Doc." I smiled. "Doc, want to know something wild? In all the timelines we have visited and lived, the only time I felt at peace in any of them is when I'm there with you. Home is wherever you are."

My heart warms seeing that loving smile. "It's not a wild thing Marty."

"Why is that Doc?"

"Because you are my home too."