Hello there everyone!

Well, this is my very first Hogan's Heroes fanfiction story, so I hope you like it. :D I've known and watched Hogan's Heroes for years, but this past month is the first time our whole family has watched it together, and we've discovered we're in love with the show. :) It inspired me to write this story, so I hope you like it and you'll review!

Before I start I want to dedicate this story to RowdyClara, my first friend on fanfiction and one of my really good ones. Thanks for always inspiring me and being my friend! :D Hope to meet you someday, but for now I guess we'll have to be satisfied with 'Faith and Emma' meeting each other. :D

Thanks for reading everyone and please review! Thank you!

-Shire from CollieandShire

Chapter One

Trekking Across Europe

"Okay, that was probably not the best idea ever, Emma."

"I thought that would work."

"Yeah, it worked all right. Now we've got the whole Nazi army on our tail and the Red Army to boot!"

Emma grinned sheepishly, and brushed back her almost blond hair. "Sorry."

Faith couldn't help but grin back, and then suppressed a giggle. "His face did look really funny when we asked for directions out of Germany."

Emma didn't even bother holding it in, she let out a laugh. "Next time we ask that we'd best remember to ask it in German, not English."

Faith's face turned sour at the mention. "Yeah, well, if we think about it this really shouldn't be a laughing matter. The Gestapo and the SS are searching for us and we already overstayed our welcome with the Russians."

Emma grimaced. When they'd first arrived they'd found themselves in the boarders of Russian owned territory. At first they'd been quite frightened, but once they'd figured out what year it was tried to use it to their advantage. The war was in full swing now, and the Russians were on the ally side. So when they'd first met up with the Russian soldier they'd used the excuse of allies to find shelter and safety. "We're Americans!" Faith had exclaimed as they stared down the barrel of a Russian rifle with a bayonet attached to the end of it.

The Russian guard they'd stumbled across stared at them, first in shock and then in suspension. He began speaking in rapid Russian, to which Emma could only pick out a couple words.

"I think he said 'if you're Americans than what are you doing here instead of back in your safe homes in the US of A?"

Faith turned to Emma in surprise, brushing her nearly black hair out of her face. "You understand Russian that well?" She'd asked, impressed.

"Uhh, I really only caught Americans, homes and USA." Emma explained.

"Do you think you know enough Russian to convince him we're not German spies?" she yelped as the Russian poked her with his bayonet to keep her from talking. He began calling to his comrades, much to Emma's and Faith's chagrin.

"I think I know enough to get by." She mused, furrowing her brow as she tried to remember the basic Russian she'd learned.

"Well please hurry up!"

Four more guards came running up and brandished their rifles at the girls, and the girls lifted their hands up in surrender.

"Dobryy denʹ." Emma said cheerfully. "Kak dela?"

The Russian soldiers stared at her, and then one demanded something in Russian. Faith glanced at Emma, hoping against home she'd understood him.

"Da." She nodded. She gestured to Faith and herself and spoke a couple of words. Faith wasn't quite sure what she said, but whatever it was the Russians liked it.

The four soldiers broke into wide grins, and they laughed. They then lowered their weapons and shook both girls' hands.

Then the first soldier began gesturing ahead and speaking in Russian, showing them to follow him.

Faith was amazed at the change of attitude, and followed next to Emma as they walked along with the four Russian soldiers. She couldn't help but be curious, and leaned over towards Emma.

"What did you tell them?" she whispered.

Emma whispered back, "I told them 'hello, how are you?' and then the blond one asked me if we were Russian and I told him that we were Russian Bolsheviks just like them."

"Bolsheviks?"

"You know, Reds, Socialists, Bolsheviks, Russkies, Commies, members of the Red party, that kind of thing."

Faith stared at her friend. "You mean to tell me you told them we were Communists?"

Emma looked down at the ground. "That's all the Russian I know." She hissed back. "And keep quiet, we don't want them thinking that we're speaking in English so they don't understand. I think I also mentioned to them something about us speaking in English so that if they were German spies they wouldn't understand us."

"Oh great." Faith groaned. "Why on earth did you tell them we were Communists?"

"Because that's about the limit of my Russian." Emma exclaimed. "My La Madre wanted me to learn Espanol, not Russkiy."

"Glad you know Spanish, but that's not going to help us here."

From there on things went downhill very quickly. From the beginning when the four Red soldiers introduced them to the Russian Colonel Roskoldikov he regarded them with suspicion, not only because of their strange cloths but because of their speech and their knowledge in what the Red Army was planning. But due to the fact that they were Americans (which they had to quickly explain when the Russians realized they were very limited in their knowledge of the language) Colonel Roskoldikov could not lay a hand on them at all. They were allies with the Russians, and if the Russians did anything to them the Americans would not be happy at all. Things stayed alright for three days, until Emma made a slip up. She discovered her Mp3 was still in her pocket, and couldn't resist playing the Communist theme from the fourth Indiana Jones movie to amuse Faith. At that second Colonel Roskoldikov walked into the room they were sharing and as soon as he saw the strange device he thought it was a bomb.

"Where did you get that!" he shouted, grabbing it from Emma and dangling it in the air. "I knew you were trouble from the beginning!"

"That's not what you think it is!" Emma exclaimed. "Please don't break it."

Roskoldikov glared at them, and then turned his attention to the device in his hand. Faith and Emma watched him breathlessly, their eyes wide as he examined the Mp3.

"This is not a bomb." He said finally. "But can you explain it?"

"It's, uhh, well…" Emma began, and Faith quickly jumped in.

"It's a radio!" She announced. That too, turned out to be a mistake.

"So, you're spies." Roskoldikov growled. He dropped the Mp3 on the ground and crossed his arms.

"We're not spies!" Emma cried out. "Why would two girls be spies?"

"You've acted strange from the beginning, and now I'm beginning to wonder just what you really are." He shot back. "And the more and more I spend time with you the more and more I know that you're most certainly not normal Amerikantsy."

"What do you mean, we're not normal Americans?" Emma demanded, obviously getting tired of this. Faith glanced sideways at her and silently pleaded with her not to say anything stupid. "What, do you think we're from the future or something?"

She said it so bluntly that a normal person would have taken it at a joke. But Roskoldikov didn't.

"That's what I'm wondering."

Faith's face went white, and Emma's mouth fell open. "That would-that would be ridiculous." Emma stammered.

What happened next was kind of a blur to the girls. It all happened so fast, the only thing they remembered was someone bursting into the room to see Colonel Roskoldikov and the two girls grabbing the Mp3 and taking off. Now when someone is fleeing that instantly makes the confronter want to chase, and that's exactly what happened. Roskoldikov had men on them like a dog on a fox, and the girls barely managed to hide.

"We have got to get out of Russia." Faith gasped, her breaths coming in fast gulps as she tried to steady herself. "Like, really soon."

"Agreed." Emma coughed, her asthma making it difficult for her to breath. "Heaven knows why we're even here in the first place."

"And we have yet to figure out how to get back." Faith groaned.

Thus began the journey out of Russia. The only problem? Whatever Russia didn't own Germany owned. And it just so happened that the one train they managed to hitch a ride on was heading straight into the Fatherland. Deutschland. Through it all the girls had two more confrontations with the Russians, each time barely managing to escape. The word had been sounded all through the country-the American girls were not to be allowed to escape. Faith and Emma weren't sure if it was because they'd humiliated the Red Army or if because they really had figured out they were from the future, whatever the case they had to get out of Russia and into allied owned territory.

Which was why when they discovered they had arrived in Germany, the last place on earth they wanted to be during the year of 1943, they had set out to find the best way out of the country.

"You know this would have been a little more fun if I could remember what year Indiana Jones and his assistant Mac were here, posing as Nazis to get some secret information. I think it was this year, but I don't remember what city they were in, and for sure I don't know what city we're in!" Emma complained, dragging her feet as they walked down the street. "I'm pretty sure it was this year, though."

"That makes sense." Faith nodded. "I'm no Indiana Jones expert, but ask me anything about Black Sheep Squadron and I'll give you a lecture."

Emma stopped and turned to face her black-haired friend. "They wouldn't by chance be around here, would they?" She inquired hopefully. "Aren't they pilots? They could fly us out of here!"

"No! They fought the Japanese, not the Germans." Faith told her. "Otherwise I'd be hyperventilating."

"I believe it."

And then Emma had gotten the brilliant idea of asking a traffic director how to get out of Germany. Sometimes Faith couldn't believe the stuff her friend was willing to try, and before she had a chance to knock some sense into Emma found herself staring at the almost blond girl trying to speak to the traffic guard. The talk didn't last long, as the traffic director tried to grab Emma and she jerked herself back, running towards Faith and shouting, "Run! Run!"

Faith didn't need a second invitation-she flew out of there like a fire had been lit under her feet.

"Faster, faster!" Emma cried from behind, shouts following from behind the two girls.

Once more God was with them, for they managed to tuck themselves away in a dark alleyway and watch as the traffic director and three assistants he picked up along the way searched the surrounding streets frantically for them.

So much had happened in the last six days Emma could hardly remember what days it happened. It was hard to believe that six days ago she was sitting in front of the computer sending off an email to Faith when lightning struck her house, plummeting her into a world of darkness. The next thing she knew she woke up and there was her pen pal Faith, and they were anywhere but at home. It didn't take them long to figure out that they'd been on the computer at the exact same time, both of them on the internet just as Emma sent the email and lightning struck her house. Somehow or another the electrical charge had sent both girls back in time to the year 1943, a dangerous and unstable time in American history.

"No wonder they always tell us to stay off the computers during a thunderstorm." Faith had joked, embracing Emma once more. "This wasn't exactly how I'd hoped to meet you, Emma."

"Me either! Though it's pretty cool all the same."

"Emma. EMMA!"

Emma shook her head and cleared her thoughts, and glanced at Faith. They were still in the alleyway waiting for the coast to be clear.

"I've been trying to talk to you for the last two minutes, weren't you listening?" Faith demanded.

"Sorry, I was thinking about everything that's happened." Emma explained, stretching her legs. "Is the coast clear?"

"As clear as it's going to get. I can't see anything." Faith replied. "Come on, let's check."

Emma and Faith stood up, Emma towering over her friend. She couldn't resist it, the temptation was too much. "I'm taller than you." She teased.

"Like I haven't heard that before." Faith snorted. She was rather short for the age of seventeen, and Emma was unusually tall for seventeen. The end result being that Emma got to have fun teasing her shorter companion.

The girls inched towards the end of the alleyway, sticking their heads out and glancing in the street. The coast seemed clear, and no one was in sight.

"I think it's safe." Faith mused. "Though we're going to have to consider a change of clothes. I'm sure they've got all of the Third Reich alerted about two American girls roaming the streets of Germany wearing jeans and T-shirts."

"We're certainly the most strangest looking American girls during this time period."

"Come on, let's see about finding a change of clothes. I think I saw a clothesline back five blocks, I'm sure they wouldn't mind us 'borrowing' an outfit."

Hope you liked this first chapter! I kind of had to breeze through this one to explain a couple of things, and had to be careful to leave a couple of details out that will be explained later. So if you're confused I can give you an 80% guarantee that it will be explained later. Unless of course it was some minor detail that I'll forget. :D

Anyways thanks for reading and please review! I'll have another chapter up soon!

-Shire