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Title: Que Sera, Sera
Character: Shirley
Rating: R
Word Count: 613
Setting: Season 4(a)
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When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother
What would I be
Will I be pretty
Will I be rich
Here’s what she said to me-
“Will you shut the fuck up? You ain’t never been no little girl,” Miles practically spat the words at Ginsberg.
Dyell pipes up. “It’s a song, asshole.”
“What’s that you’re singing, Natalie?”
“That, my dear Shirley, is the incomparable Miss Doris Day.”
Shirley smiled. “It’s pretty. Sounds like a lullaby.”
“It picks up at the chorus. Which I would have gotten to if I wasn’t so rudely interrupted.” Nat glared at Miles.
“What’s it called?”
Dyell supplied the answer. “Que Sera, Sera.” He noticed Nat’s look of surprise. “What? My mother used to watch that move – what’s it called – every time it was on.”
“Que sera, sera,” Bellinger mused.
“What will be, will be.”
“How sad,” Shirley said, drawing back into her cell and sitting on her cot.
“Why do you say that?” asked Miles. “It’s how it is. Fate’s what’s trapped us in this place. Nothing we could have done would have changed where we are today.”
“You really think that?” Dyell asked.
“Yeah, I do.”
“No wonder you’re so fucked up.”
“Way I see it I’m the only one here that’s not fucked up.”
“Boys, please,” Shirley said, in her best “mother” voice. She sighed. A moment passed, as she watched Miles and Dyell move slightly away from the bars. “It’s sad because when you’re little, there’s all this stuff you want to be, want to do. And then things happen, and the dreams go away.”
There was a moment where it all fell quiet again, as if they were thinking of either past dreams or the things that happened to make the dreams die.
Dyell caught Shirley’s eye and asked, “What did you want to be?”
“An astronaut. I wanted to go into space far, far away from everything. I used to make-believe I had my own rocket ship that would take me as far away from my Daddy as possible. Course he said I was a girl and too dumb so there’d be no way in hell I was ever gonna do it.” Her voice faded. “No way I’d ever escape.”
Nat’s voice whispered, “Bastard.”
Shirley smiled. “What did you want to be, Natalie?”
“Isn’t it obvious? My little sister.” He laughed a moment, then said, “But when my parents asked, I told them I wanted to be a cowboy.”
“Ha! You wouldn’t have lasted a second on the range. Takes a real man to work out there. No place for a faggot.”
“Did you aspire to be an asshole, Miles? ‘Cause if you did, congratulations.” Dyell stated.
“Shit, no. I wanted to be a banker.”
Nat’s mouth dropped open and Dyell managed to get out, “A hwha?”
Miles looked a bit offended that they were challenging his dream. “Surrounded by all that money day in, day out. Nice job.”
“Moses?” Shirley asked, not wanting him to be left out.
“Tough neighborhood. Just growing up was enough.”
They lapse into silence again for a moment, before Shirley spoke. “My baby girl was gonna to be a ballerina. That’s what she told me. I could see it too. She was such a graceful little thing. I wonder if she’s dancing with Jesus in Heaven.” Shirley lay back on her cot, staring at the ceiling.
Moses started to hum “Que Sera, Sera” at a much slower pace. When Moses gets to the chorus, Nat picks up where he left off.
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, wil be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
Character: Shirley
Rating: R
Word Count: 613
Setting: Season 4(a)
Beta'd by the incomparable
history_gurlWhen I was just a little girl
I asked my mother
What would I be
Will I be pretty
Will I be rich
Here’s what she said to me-
“Will you shut the fuck up? You ain’t never been no little girl,” Miles practically spat the words at Ginsberg.
Dyell pipes up. “It’s a song, asshole.”
“What’s that you’re singing, Natalie?”
“That, my dear Shirley, is the incomparable Miss Doris Day.”
Shirley smiled. “It’s pretty. Sounds like a lullaby.”
“It picks up at the chorus. Which I would have gotten to if I wasn’t so rudely interrupted.” Nat glared at Miles.
“What’s it called?”
Dyell supplied the answer. “Que Sera, Sera.” He noticed Nat’s look of surprise. “What? My mother used to watch that move – what’s it called – every time it was on.”
“Que sera, sera,” Bellinger mused.
“What will be, will be.”
“How sad,” Shirley said, drawing back into her cell and sitting on her cot.
“Why do you say that?” asked Miles. “It’s how it is. Fate’s what’s trapped us in this place. Nothing we could have done would have changed where we are today.”
“You really think that?” Dyell asked.
“Yeah, I do.”
“No wonder you’re so fucked up.”
“Way I see it I’m the only one here that’s not fucked up.”
“Boys, please,” Shirley said, in her best “mother” voice. She sighed. A moment passed, as she watched Miles and Dyell move slightly away from the bars. “It’s sad because when you’re little, there’s all this stuff you want to be, want to do. And then things happen, and the dreams go away.”
There was a moment where it all fell quiet again, as if they were thinking of either past dreams or the things that happened to make the dreams die.
Dyell caught Shirley’s eye and asked, “What did you want to be?”
“An astronaut. I wanted to go into space far, far away from everything. I used to make-believe I had my own rocket ship that would take me as far away from my Daddy as possible. Course he said I was a girl and too dumb so there’d be no way in hell I was ever gonna do it.” Her voice faded. “No way I’d ever escape.”
Nat’s voice whispered, “Bastard.”
Shirley smiled. “What did you want to be, Natalie?”
“Isn’t it obvious? My little sister.” He laughed a moment, then said, “But when my parents asked, I told them I wanted to be a cowboy.”
“Ha! You wouldn’t have lasted a second on the range. Takes a real man to work out there. No place for a faggot.”
“Did you aspire to be an asshole, Miles? ‘Cause if you did, congratulations.” Dyell stated.
“Shit, no. I wanted to be a banker.”
Nat’s mouth dropped open and Dyell managed to get out, “A hwha?”
Miles looked a bit offended that they were challenging his dream. “Surrounded by all that money day in, day out. Nice job.”
“Moses?” Shirley asked, not wanting him to be left out.
“Tough neighborhood. Just growing up was enough.”
They lapse into silence again for a moment, before Shirley spoke. “My baby girl was gonna to be a ballerina. That’s what she told me. I could see it too. She was such a graceful little thing. I wonder if she’s dancing with Jesus in Heaven.” Shirley lay back on her cot, staring at the ceiling.
Moses started to hum “Que Sera, Sera” at a much slower pace. When Moses gets to the chorus, Nat picks up where he left off.
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, wil be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be