6 Works in James Strickland
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No amount of preparation can truly equip oneself for what pain the future may bring. A collection of oneshots for June of Doom 2024.
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In which Marty gets into an unexpected tussle with the outlaw Buford Tannen, and Doc is left uncertain of their future in Hill Valley, circa 1889.
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- Part 3 of The Hereafter-Verse
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An Inventory of Tales - A Doctober 2022 Collection by anonymoose_au
Fandoms: Back to the Future (Movies)
16 Feb 2023
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Silly me, when I heard that "Doctober" was coming up, the first thing I thought was "Inventory time" ;0) , the second thing I thought was that all prompts had to be Doc-centric and I though Doc's a great character I'm like "I can't think of 31 different stories for him!"
However, I've since realised that much like "McFly July" the stories can be about anyone from the BTTF universe. So here I am making a very late start! Not sure if I can catch up before the end of the month, but I'm gonna give it a go.
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Time Circuits Series #2.5 - When the DeLorean comes to a standstill in 1885, Doc is at a crossroads. All of his efforts to return to the life he knows unexpectedly drive him into the embrace of a young Hill Valley, but Marty and Emma need him now more than ever.
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- Part 4 of The Time Circuits Series
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Wedding Day by ultima88
Fandoms: Back to the Future (Movies), Back to the Future (IDW Comics), Back to the Future (Cartoon)
17 Oct 2021
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After the wedding, Emmett disappeared for a while, and Clara found him on the roof of the Palace Saloon. What is he doing here? And how do milestones make us feel?
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Marty stripped out of his trousers and crawled into the cot. The bow of it hurt his already aching shoulders, and it took him a while to get comfortable. The soothing sway of it once he'd settled, and the scratch of Doc's ink-pen on handmade paper, eventually lulled him to sleep.
He dreamed of a dark-haired woman with even darker eyes, a solemn figure who looked nothing like his mother. She smiled in spite of the sadness she carried like a shield against the low-hanging twilight.
My wedding ring, she said, pointing at the clear, star-fretted sky overhead. In Lyra.
I don't understand what you mean, Marty said, sitting down beside her. Show me?
She handed him a shimmering glass disc, fingers smudging the convex planes of it.
It depends which way you bend the light, she said. See to it the lens doesn't break.