Stolen Souls: B-Sides and Untold Stories

by ScottieIsImpatient

Summary:

Different perspectives, backstories, in-between scenes, and more from my "Stolen Souls" Series.

Notes:

I'm mainly posting this for myself because I like to share and have an obsession with gap-filling. I dunno who's gonna read this but me, but if people do like it, thank you!

I don't know how many chapters this is gonna be, and I don't exactly have a schedule. I just post as I write.

Chapter 1: Lone Pine Marty POV

Date: July 21st 1987(A)

Time: 11:50am

Location: Doc’s Garage

There was something about the Marty from the Alternate 1985A—well, 1987A now. Beyond the apparent hot-headedness that Marty admitted he sometimes shared, the Alternate Marty seemed very suspicious, closed-off, and abrasive. Marty guessed his initial anger at being faced with his timeline possibly being erased was justified, and maybe that was why he was acting the way he was now—after all, the fate of his entire world was in Marty and Doc’s hands. But even after promising to help find a way to keep at least his timeline intact, the Alternate Marty remained avoidant of them. On top of that, he eyed Marty with something that was more than suspicion. It almost seemed like hatred. And Marty swore he saw hints of jealousy in that gaze, too. He was good at reading himself.

From what Marty had experienced himself in the original 1985A, he’d gleaned that this Marty’s life hadn’t been the greatest. Neither had Marty’s own, before he changed his own timeline, so he could relate to that. But somehow he suspected it was more than just living in a crappy world run by Biff Tannen.

Either way, it was all Marty’s fault. If he hadn’t bought that sports almanac, this timeline wouldn’t even be around. Alternate Marty wouldn’t exist.

And he might stop existing if we can’t find a way to preserve multiple timelines at once, Marty thought.

He’d tried to talk to the guy yesterday. Got as far as learning they shared a habit of skateboarding, but he didn’t get a straight answer about the guitar before the Alternate Marty snapped at him. But Marty’s curiosity was piqued now. Especially since Alternate Marty had been so vague about how he’d met his own Doc after Marty had told the story of how he’d met his Doc, only saying he’d met him “on the streets.”

There was something about the Alternate Marty. And Marty was determined to find out what it was.

Chapter 2: Lone Pine Marty POV

Summary:

Set in chapter 3 of "where do you go when you're dreaming?".

Notes:

I am, uh. so sorry for the wait. I actually had a good few chapters of this drafted up before I dropped off the face of the BTTF fandom! I just kinda fell out of the fandom, returned to my roots of Star Trek, for a while. But it looks like I'm back now lol.

Date: July 25th 1987(A)

Time: 8:34pm

Location: Doc’s Garage

Well, didn’t that go great, Marty thought sarcastically, as he watched the Alternate Marty bolt down the street and disappear from sight. Maybe Marty could have approached the subject with more tact, but it was too late now.

He… hadn’t expected what Alternate Marty had told him. He’d suspected things were bad here, but not that bad. Not enough that his alternate self would have to resort to… that. He wasn’t sure what to think. He didn’t hate the Alternate Marty or anything, of course. He was just a little surprised.

Once he’d gotten over the initial shock, he’d been in the middle of searching for some reassuring words when the Alternate Marty had gone and accused Marty of never struggling, and those words had vanished, and Marty had been close to snapping himself.

Marty sighed. Maybe it was better that the Alternate Marty had run off. It allowed them both some time to cool off.

But now he had to explain where the Alternate Marty was to the Docs.

Marty waited a few minutes, trying to come up with what he was going to say, before he went inside.

At the sound of the door opening, both Docs looked up, and immediately noticed the missing member of the party.

“Where’s Marty? My Marty, I mean. Is he still outside?” the Alternate Doc asked.

Marty ran his hand through his hair. “About that. Um… Me and him kinda… argued.”

“What kind of argument?”

“It’s personal, Docs,” Marty said, and immediately a look of understanding crossed Alternate Doc’s face. “But we argued, and he ran off. Should I be worried?”

Doc looked to the Alternate Doc for an answer. The Alternate Doc hesitated, then said, “He knows the town well and is quite adept at taking care of himself. I’m sure he’ll be fine. But if he’s not back within the hour, I should like to go searching for him, make sure he hasn’t landed himself in any… trouble.”

Marty and Doc nodded.

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An hour passed. Alternate Marty still hadn’t returned, and the Alternate Doc was clearly worried but trying not to show it. After another fifteen minutes with no sign of the Alternate Marty, Doc’s timeline counterpart stood up and announced he was going to go look for him.

“No, I’ll do it,” Marty offered immediately.

Both Docs stared at him.

“You can’t possibly,” his Doc said. “What if someone sees the both of you?”

“I’ll be careful,” Marty promised. “Besides, you guys need all the time you can get working on this, right? And it’s my fault Marty ran off in the first place. I should be the one to find him.”

After a moment, the Docs relented, and Marty tugged back on his denim jacket and headed off into the evening.

To be honest, being in this town sent a shiver up his spine, but he ignored it in favour of keeping focussed on finding his timeline duplicate. He wandered around, kept his head down, ignored any and all passersby. He searched alleyways and peered in the window of stores. At the same time, he began to format an apology in his head.

Finally, as he was walking down a dead and deserted street, a figure in a familiar red t-shirt rounded the corner, and Marty sagged in relief and felt a smile spread across his lips. “There you are,” he said.

The Alternate Marty blinked at him.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 6 of Stolen Souls