Disclaimers: My friend, Kira, and I do not own any of the characters of this show or the events of the show that will be mentioned here. I own Daria and Darius Dawson, and Kira owns Sarai Snell. That's pretty much it. We hope ya enjoy this! Oh, and if things get confusing, we're really sorry. This was originally a roleplay we were doing on Gaia and later Neopets. Therefore, it's going to shift between PoV's constantly.

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Chapter 1: New Arrivals, New Talents and an Unbelievable Secret.

Dragea groaned. Her head ached terribly, and her arm felt so sore that it was stiffened. Come to think of it, she tried to move it, but it wouldn't move even an inch. Her eyes quickly snapped open, but the light hurt her head further. She figured it best to just keep them shut for now. Groaning, she pushed up with her okay arm on something soft... and squeaky?

Probably her bed, but if it was, who the hell were all the people in there, and what were they whispering about. Wait a minute? Why was her sore arm wet??? She poked her sore arm with her other hand, and then hesitantly pressed it to her tongue. Her arm was bleeding? Once again, her eyes snapped open, resulting in them closing again and pressing the hand attached to the okay arm to her forehead.

"Ouchies... What the...? What's going on???" She asked, though mostly as talking to herself. She wanted to open her eyes again to see who was in her room, or rather where she really was, because the bed she was on felt a little rougher than her bed felt like. Not that she could say that accurately, but still.

Sarai awoke to the sound of someone groaning, but didn't understand how that could be. She had actually slept in her own bed at home for a change. The weekend was over so her close Marine friend had already left and was back at base and she had not spent the night at a friends, instead she had spent the day moping around the house since she would not be able to speak with her friend for a week. Slowly opening her eyes to a rather bright light she felt a sharp pain in her head. She howled out in pain, "OWWWW!"

The commanding officer of this part of the underground made his way over to the two girls that had just recently woke. He was still curious as to who they were and what they were doing there. He had not heard anything about them coming nor would LeBeau have found them like that if they had been expected. "Girls, please keep it down. You've both been injured but you're in good hands."

Dragea snapped her eyes open for a third time, this time ignoring the mind-splitting headache. She quickly looked away to hide the very shocked expression, as well as to minimize the pounding of her brain, also blushing slightly. While nodding slowly and biting her lip to hold her tongue to keep from being louder, she couldn't help staring a bit out of the corner of her eyes.

It wasn't often something like this happened. Were she a normal person, she'd have thought that he was a Bob Crane look-alike or something, but even that didn't add up. Something weird was going on, but it didn't matter much to her. This as the coolest thing she could ever imagine. She was starting to open her mouth to ask something, but decided against it, figuring out a better question. Softly and somewhat meekly, she asked, "Where are we?"

"You're in a secret underground under stalag 13. I'm Col. Hogan, the commanding office here. How are you?" He leaned over the girl, blocking some of the light.

Daria's heartbeat grew slightly more rapid, though she'd expected that answer. She blushed further that he was blocking the light from her eyes. Lightly scratching the back of her head in partial nervousness, she gave a wry smile. "Well, I've been better, but I'll live. It's, um, nice to meet you, Colonel... I just go by Daria..." She murmured softly. She had her shy moments, and this would be one of those moments.

"Hey, not fair. You wake up to the handsome Col and I wake up to the tiny Frenchman." Sarai pouted as she still clutched her head. Okay so this was not exactly the sanest thing to say but hey, she'd make the best of it. Scanning the room they were in, she was hoping to see Newkirk. That troublemaker had always been her favorite.

"Aye! Who are you calling tiny? You're pretty small yourself." LeBeau crossed over next to Sarai and studied her. "And how did you know I was French?"

Daria was very thankful for the relief of tension from shying away from Hogan, blushing again, even as she cracked up. "Well, what's wrong with the French?" She asked, slightly indignantly. "I'm part French, you know..."

She chuckled to the Frenchman's retorts, shaking her head and shrugging. "Dunno. Maybe she's a really good guesser? Or it was lucky one. Either way, she was right, wasn't she?" She replied on the girl's defense.

Sarai started laughing the second LeBeau questioned how she knew he was french. Looking over at the other girl, she replied, "There's nothing wrong with the French. I'm just partial to English gents." She blushed lightly when she said this. She then looked back at LeBeau. "It's on ---"

Hogan had been laughing the whole time and when Sarai went to tell LeBeau how she knew, he joined in her sentence. "--your shirt sleeve!"

Dragea cracked up as well, her headache dimming a bit. Her arm still was hurting and unmovable. "Oh, yeah.... Duh!" She muttered, rolling her eyes and unthinkingly hit her forehead. Blinking and wincing in pain, she grumbled softly, "Not the smartest thing I've ever done..."

The redhead looked over at Daria again. "Huh?"

"I hit my head even though my head hurts." Daria chuckled, though one eye was closed and she rubbed it. She sighed, then blinked, looking around instinctively. Where was her bag, anyway? Did it even come with her? She grimaced at that thought, praying it had.

She breathed a sigh of relief that it was underneath her. Grabbing it with the good arm, she pulled it up to her lap, resting her head on it for a minute. It would probably raise attention, but that bag contained important stuff to her and didn't want people to look in it. At least, not yet she didn't, anyway.

Laughing at what Daria had said, Sarai watched as she panicked, looking for her bag. Her eyes grew wide and she instinctively grabbed at her neck for the chain that was always there during the day. When her fingers met the cool metal of the ball chain that the dogtags her friend had given her, she let out a sigh of relief and pulled them from under her shirt.

The Col's eyes grew wide when he saw Sarai pull dogtags out from under her shirt. Motioning for LeBeau to find out if they were real, he decided to question the girls on a few things. "So you're Daria and you're... ?"

"Sarai. And, they're real, but not hers..." Daria blurted out, blinking. "Where did that come from...?" She muttered in confusion. She had literally no idea why she said it or even if that was true, but she felt an odd urge to just say so. She winced again, the headache coming on full force, possibly from several thoughts all being thought at once, yet quite a few of them weren't hers and she knew it. What the hell was going on???

"Whoa hey, how'd you know that? But actually these are... kinda. My friend had gotten them made for me with my info. But I ain't army." Sarai stared at Daria dumbfoundly. No way this girl could be like Radar from M*A*S*H.

Both Hogan and LeBeau stared at the two girls like they were from another planet for a moment before Hogan spoke. "Just where are you two from?"

"Oh?" Dragea murmured, thinking. "Oops. Info got switched, I think. Even though I've no idea what that means, and damn my head hurts..." She uttered, biting her lip and closing both eyes again. She needed an Advil, but somehow she doubted it'd work. It needed time to adjust to whatever was going on.

She blushed very deeply at Hogan's question, opening her mouth to speak, but nothing coming out and she closed it again. She wasn't sure what to say, really. At least nothing that wouldn't expose them, and thus make them sound crazy. "Um, well... It's long and complicated..." She muttered, hoping he wouldn't press it, though knew he probably would.

"You'd only think we were crazy." The redhead shook her head, sending a throbbing pain through it. Gritting her teeth she went on. "I mean, I'd seriously doubt if you'd believe us."

The col. looked them over with a steady eye. "Oh?"