Que Sera, Sera
Doris Day

Written by Jay Livingston and Ray Evans

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother
What will I be
Will I be pretty
Will I be rich
Here's what she said to me

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be

When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart
What lies ahead
Will we have rainbows
Day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be

Now I have Children of my own
They ask their mother
What will I be
Will I be handsome
Will I be rich
I tell them tenderly

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
Que Sera, Sera

This song was written for
Alfred Hitchcock's 1956 re-make
Of his 1934 film "The Man Who Knew Too Much"
Starring Doris Day & Jimmy Stewart

Author's Note-I decided to write a fanfic about if Marty had a younger sister, there is a scence of violence and sexual content involvingthe badguys.

This is my first fanfic, so be easy on me. And yes, I named her Marlene, not having seen Bttf 2 in awhile(being my least favorite). By the time I had, it was to late, Marlene was Marlene. I hope eventually to write more fanfics about my imanginary character.

Prolouge : Nothing

October 15th Modern Day

Marty Mcfly turned around thinking he heard something, a noise, coming from his driveway. Nothing.

It was always nothing.

His thoughts turned to other things. His sister, Marlene (but affectionately called Marly by everyone who knew her) , born after his foray into the world of time travel, was going to find out whether or not she was going to be head editor of the school newspaper. She took after their father that way, an amazing writer, as she had in most.

Marlene had turned the crummy high school paper he had known in the eighties into a big thing, an unofficial school mascot in a way. It was one of the best things Hill Valley High had to offer. Not that he would have been concerned with it unless his sister was working on it.

He had brushed that school's dust off the soles of his shoes a long time ago.

Marty had moved to L.A. after his rock and roll career had started picking up, but he had kept in close contact with his family, often coming for visits. His father and mother had done well, buying a nicer house in a ritzier part of Hill Valley when his sister Marlene had turned three, his dad's writings getting more widespread and popular. He had even written a screenplay that was about to be shoot in a month, and it was expected to become a blockbuster hit.

His other siblings were doing great as well, Dave having started his own company and also living in L.A. He was going to marry his fiancée Sharona next month. Linda had married a great guy named Steve Mareen, settled down and had had three kids.

As for Marty, he had married Jennifer straight out of high school, and had kids of his own.

Though no Marty Juniors. The world didn't need another him.

After a booming rock career, Marty had become a hot-shot record producer. Though he did miss the action of singing, it was good money, and he wasn't away on the road all the time. That had been fine before he and Jennifer had had kids, but he figured playing thirty cities in two months time isn't exactly conductive to a healthy family life.

Life was good, he had a wonderful family, a great wife, a booming career. He still kept up with his old buddies from high school. The only person he hadn't kept up with was-Doc.

Man, he missed him.

After Marty had graduated from high school and Doc had had kids, both Doc and Marty had become wrapped up in their own lives, Doc with his family, Marty with his new wife and career.

Marty wondered what era they where in. The 1800's, perhaps? Doc had always favored it and Clara had come from that time period. He wondered how old Jules and Vern were now. What the family was doing. If Doc had made any new inventions-

"Crash!"

Marty heard the sound coming from his driveway, he was positive this time. He turned around, prepared to jump from his seat, when he stopped. Doc. Marty stuttered, searching for words,

"D-D-Doc!"

"Whoa, this is heavy!"