((A/N: My God, I love you guys! I was curious about this story's traffic and in three days, it already has 36 hits. I am plenty satisfied with that and I truly hope you are all enjoying this! I know I am, writing this. ^w^

Same disclaimer. I own absolutely NO characters, trademarks and whatnot of Hogan's Heroes or CBS. In fact, unless later stated otherwise, the OC's of this story are as follows: Dragea, Cawelfe, Anectora, Sigeron{Si}, Cafra, and Gerdrin.

I am also attempting to watch the show while typing this up, because it'll make it easier to pin down certain characters. Thank God for owning Season 2 and 3. My God, I love Bernard Fox.))

Chapter 1: Instant Introductions

As soon as Newkirk opened the door, Dragea dreaded the next couple of hours. Si was back at her side in seconds, lying the gun gently on the table. Dragea could see the guys giving it a distasteful glance from her peripheral vision. However, there was no longer time to explain anything.

She felt her heart beat slightly quicker as the Englishman stopped in his tracks upon noticing the group that wasn't supposed to be there, knowing immediately that something was amiss. He grabbed the closest weapon to him, the first one that came to mind as they had several hidden all over the barracks. This one happened to not be the one Si had moved. Dragea's mouth twitched up at the corners, as she heard Sigeron mentally curse herself for not grabbing both.

"Who the bloody Hell are you?" He spat out with hostility. The fact that he had asked rather loudly was enough to let the Colonel know something was wrong, making him rush out the door of his quarters and Dragea wince. Around the time Hogan was going to make his own inquiries, Newkirk spoke first to ask what really made them suspicious in the first place. "How the Hell'd you even get in here, anyway?"

Dragea knew Cawelfe was extremely annoyed by the tones Newkirk was using with her especially, on top of the rest of them, but she sent a warning glance to let him know it would be best to calm down. Besides, as much as he was irritated, he was starving for knowledge. Coming from a world where Heaven and Hell weren't taught, he had never heard it before and wanted desperately for someone to explain. But, that would have to wait; Dragea took a deep breath, getting to her feet slowly, holding a palm up towards Cawelfe so he wouldn't rush over to her. The shock of seeing sudden movement might cause Newkirk to accidentally shoot, which was bound to result in a whole heap of trouble for all of them.

"Newkirk, give her a chance to explain herself." Hogan said, simply, both suspicious and slightly awestruck by the situation. It wasn't to say he trusted them at all-it was dangerous to easily trust complete strangers in their line of work- but he liked to think himself a gentleman. Besides that, he was intrigued. There were two people with oddly colored hair, and the girl whose hair practically lit up the plain room with color seemed this group's leader. It was a rare thing for a woman in this day and age to lead anything.

Not only that, but he was pretty sure they were all taken by the two women there. The hair was so smoothed and thin. He'd very rarely seen a girl whose hair wasn't full, heavy and very thickened. It was more than likely why Carter and LeBeau were so speechless. Newkirk was just the most rash and protective of the group, with LeBeau as a close second. Hogan watched as she carefully and slowly made her way forward towards Newkirk, who took a hesitant step back. Like everyone else, this woman surprised them greatly, and that surprise was taking effect to soften his harshness a bit and caused him to back up as she approached. He almost didn't want to shoot, but if she pushed it without giving them something to go on, he might just have to.

"Call me Daria Dawson, and if I may say, I'm a friend. I understand that's hard for you people to accept, but it's the truth." She told him, continuing to go forward past the point where the Englishman couldn't back up any further, until finally she put herself up against the gun. She was nervous, yes, but she kept herself well. This wasn't the first time a gun was that close to her, and she expected it wouldn't be the last. Point was, she was a friend and only a person who was telling the truth could readily give themselves to the face of Death to prove it. The Colonel seemed to take her word for that, and gave a signal to put it away, only giving the explanation that, "The only people crazy enough to willingly get so close to a gun is someone telling the truth or suicidal."

As Newkirk did, she let out a deep sigh and turned around to see Cawelfe begin to relax. He hated when she did that, she knew, but Dragea knew the best way to go about this and he trusted her to go things the right way without getting herself shot. Sitting back where she was, she relaxed slightly now that they weren't all too suspicious of them anymore. There was still a little bit of distrust, but that was what had kept them alive. Dragea watch as Hogan ordered Carter to get Kinch, which he did immediately. That way they would all be there for her full explanation, which Dragea still didn't know how to tell them they were from not only an alternate plain of existence, but that plain of existence was a foreign planet to their home. Yeah, that sounded perfectly plausible, not. It didn't even take them long to get there, and Kinch gave the same confused and stunned look everyone else had given them.

Cawelfe sat down to Dragea's right and LeBeau to her left, still staring at her which actually made her fidget slightly. Carter sat on his cot, Newkirk next to him and Kinch leaned against the wall. Si also sat on the table between LeBeau and Dragea, knowing how Dragea was. Anectora sat in another chair by the table, and Hogan leaned against the wall near the door to his quarters. It wasn't a very big barracks and often kind of crowded, particularly now. Finally, Dragea knew it was about time to tell everyone the truth.