Written: August 2001 - February 2002
Word Count: Approx. 400 words
Background Notes: These two small cuts are from the beginning and the end-ish. In the case of the first one, originally I was going to be in Marty's POV as he seperated from Jules, Verne, and Emily in Hill Valley after their arrival. I then changed my mind, since Doc's three kids were going to do and see things that were much more interesting than Marty.
I really can't remember the reasoning behind the second cut.
...After agreeing on a time and place to meet -- at the restarant at three P.M. for dinner -- the time travelers parted ways for a couple hours. Marty made his first stop the pharmacy, which seemed to him to be the most logical place to carry the medication that Doc had mentioned. The place wasn't too busy, and after searching the shelves for it himself and coming up emptyhanded, Marty finally approached one of the pharmacists and described what he was looking for. The man was happy to help and located a couple bottles of the patent medicine. Jules had given Marty some money before they had split up, and he used half of it to buy both the bottles, figuring that would be enough for Jennifer even if she had to drink from it every day for the next seven months, which he kinda doubted.
Once the bottles were rung up and bundled safely in a brown paper bag, Marty returned outside to the cold and snow, unsure of his next destination. He leaned against one of the support posts to an awning overhead, moaning softly at the way he felt. Although he'd been able to believe his stomach pains were nothing more serious than maybe some indigestion before he left, now they were bad enough that he was pretty sure he was coming down with the flu. Granted, it was below freezing outside, but he felt a deeper chill that usually came with fevers....
..."It's in my pocket." He looked over at the courthouse with the working clock. It was closing in quickly on two. "Emily better not take much longer in there... we don't want to miss our train."
Verne's mouth quirked a little at this pointless worry. "I'm sure that Mrs. Von Braun'll hurry her up better than any of us."
"Are you certain you don't need anything in there for your journey?" Robert asked. "You're traveling extraordinarily lightly."
"We'll be fine," Marty assured him.
Emily came out a few minutes later with a box tied up with a bow in her arms and a wide grin, her mission accomplished. "Gra- Mrs. Von Braun helped me pick 'er out," she explained as they started walking to the train station a few blocks down. "And I didn't spend all the money you gave me either, Jules."
"Good," Jules said. "That'll make Dad happy."....