I do not own Back to the future. If I did, there would have been a Marty and Doc hug in the Lone Pine Mall parking lot.

October 15, 1985

06:20 p. m.

Marty McFly skateboarded down the street to Doc's place. He had promised the inventor that he would help him with a new small project today, and Marty was really curious about what Doc had in mind this time. His best friend always invented and built some cool stuff.

It was a warm evening and the sun was already setting, coloring the sky in beautiful pink and orange tones. Not a single cloud could be seen anywhere, and Marty couldn't have been happier. He just had spent his afternoon with Jennifer in the parc. They had have a picnic with homemade sandwiches and orange juice, and not even Needles, who had popped up out of nowhere and who had been a show-off presenting his new red truck to the couple, had ruined their date.

However, the first thing Marty saw when he made his way to Doc's garage, was the mailbox lying on the ground. Sighing sadly, Marty dropped his skateboard next to him and hung the box back where it had fallen off, or more likely, been knocked over.

The teen knew about Doc's reputation around town. He knew that most of the people considered the scientist as crazy, as someone who had a screw loose, but Marty knew better. Doc was a genius, not a nutcase. Still, some people - high school aged kids like Marty, mostly - thought it was funny to play pranks on the man, trying to make clear that for them, he wasn't welcome in Hill Valley. They would knock his mailbox over, break a window or spray rude sentences with graffiti on the walls of the garage.

As Marty picked his board up and went to open the door to get inside, he noticed a bucket with some liquid in it, assuming it was the graffiti cleaner that Doc used to shrub his walls with when some idiot messed them up again. Sighing again, he unlocked the door with the key under the doormat and took the bucket inside as well, placing it next to the automatic dog feeder. Marty shut the door again and leaned his skateboard to the wall.

"Doc?", he called out.

Marty looked around and noticed Doc sitting on his couch, gazing upwards. The inventor's Brown eyes were sad and Einstein was curled up next to him, licking his cheek in attempt to comfort Doc.

Marty sat next to his friend.

"Hey, Doc. You okay?"

Doc shrugged, still not looking at the boy. "Yeah, I guess."

But Marty wasn't fooled. "No, you're not. I saw some jerk ruined your mailbox again and the graffiti cleaner was also next to the garage. What happened this time?"

The scientist didn't reply.

"Doc, you can tell me. You know I won't laugh or anything," pressed Marty.

"The usual happened. What else?" Before he could realise it, Doc's voice cracked. "I...I was just tidying up my table when I got a prank call. The guy on the other side pretended he was from the police and told me that I have done some illegal shit even though I've done nothing. When I asked what the hell I've done wrong, he chuckled and hung up. A bit later, at about 2 o'clock, that Needles guy showed up and yelled from outside how I was ruining your reputation and status at school, throwing stones around. When I thought he went away, I caught him writing stuff on my walls. While I was outside scrubbing all the paint away, some guy I don't know knocked the mailbox over. I..." Doc sighed and covered his eyes with his hands, hiding a tear that escaped.

"I'm just so sick of this. I'm exhausted from wasting two hours every two days with cleaning my walls. I'm tired of having to worry about my damn mailbox. Why can't I just live a normal life? I never disturb anybody!"

They sat for a moment in silence.

Then Doc awkwardly said: "Damn, I'm sorry. I must seem like a complete fool to you. Feel free to go home, I'm afraid I'm not in the mood for a new project today. Sorry."

But Marty didn't even think about going home. "There's nothing to apologise for, Doc."

The scientist sighed. "It's like people forget that even local nutcases are humans and have feelings. And can be hurt by rude words and pranks."

Marty rubbed Doc's back with one hand. "It's okay, Doc. It's okay. I know it sucks. I wish I could do something against it. Noone will listen to me, though, because I'm the only one in this whole damned town who knows you. Really knows you."

Doc closed his eyes, trying to think of something else. There's no way he could hide how sad he was about all that shit, but at least he could distract himself with science or something. That was until Marty pulled him into a warm, comforting hug.

The boy continued rubbing the scientist's back, getting as close as he could. Einstein climbed on Doc from behind, also comforting him.

"What are you two doing?", wondered Doc.

"What do you think, Doc? Showing you we love you. Despite what all the jerks say and write and whatever.", murmured Marty, voice dumped by Doc's hawaiian shirt.

The inventor smiled slowly. Then he wrapped his arms around the teen in return, chin resting on Marty's head.

"Thank you so much, my boy. I mean it."

"No, Doc. Thank you. For being there when I need advice or simply a hug, for helping me with maths and science, for being my best friend who noone in the universe could replace. Thank you."

Doc could feel the warmth that flushed over him. Oh, he had been so desperate for kind words like these, and hearing them made him feel so good. Actually needed.

It wasn't long until the friends fell asleep, Marty's head resting on Doc's chest and listening to the older man's heartbeat. One of his arms was still around the inventor and Doc held him close.

At that moment, nothing else mattered than the beautiful and deep friendship between a teenage boy and an older scientist.

Don't ask me what this is. Just me trying to write bttf oneshots, I guess. ;-;